After Being Reborn, I became a firefighter again?

Chapter 555: Chapter 431: The Shocking Scene of a Multi-Departmental Joint Operation

Fang Huai’s charge was nothing like the slow and skillful display from just before; it was more akin to a grand feast of hearty meat and fish at Liangshan, leaving spectators with the urge to smash their bowls, let out a roar exclaiming just how damn beautiful it was, and then feeling the impulse to give it a try themselves.

Obstacles, hook ladders, crisp and precise, way too fast.

Fire hoses, empty air tanks, sprinting with added weight, too cool.

"I admit, he looks even cooler than I do after a shower!"

Many soldiers expressed their highest praise for Fang Huai. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

Until from the top of the curved staircase beside the training tower, a clear voice rang out.

"Good!"

Quickly, the final score was announced.

"4 minutes, 26.33 seconds! A whole corps record, broken by 0.62 seconds! Breaking three personal records!"

Director Xu announced the results to the whole crowd.

"Uh..."

From over three hundred people, a long, unstoppable gasp erupted, followed by applause.

From somewhere, a voice shouted, "Soldier King!"

"Soldier King! Soldier King! Soldier King!" freeweɓnøvel.com

Soldiers from all over the playground raised their fists high, paying homage to the brave with an ancient salute.

This scene, never before witnessed in this arena, reverberated loudly, leaving leaders who didn’t quite know the special regulations unsure whether to applaud or to join in the soldiers’ chant.

Fang Huai just smiled faintly.

Soldier King?

This title sure took its time in coming.

I’ve already been promoted!

But still, this was the first time he officially received the nickname, and it was acknowledged by so many elite soldiers.

Pretty awesome.

He really wanted to drag his parents, Yang Shaoqing, Squad Leader Hao, and everyone from the Second Squadron here to share in the honor.

This made him think about showing off again in the upcoming four hundred meter supply evacuation.

Just a whole corps record of 1 minute and 10.2 seconds, right?

Conquer it!

Fang Huai shook his arms, twisted his neck, and with a smile said to the leaders around him,

"Let’s rest for 10 minutes and then proceed to the last event."

...

Ten minutes later.

"Push through! Push through! Push through!"

"Ha, ha, ha..."

Panting heavily, Fang Huai ducked his head and plunged through the finish line in front of him.

He was moving so fast that, after crossing the line, he stumbled forward another seven or eight meters before stopping.

"1 minute, 13.73 seconds!"

Fang Huai thought he could see outer space.

Fuck, they played favorites, that record definitely had some tampering!

How could a human possibly write ten thousand words in a day?

No, how could a human possibly run a 1 minute and 10 seconds?

Fang Huai felt like crying inside. He knew that even if he had been fully rested, his time wouldn’t be much faster than what he achieved, and he had indeed given it his all.

Director Xu’s laughter came from behind.

"Um... The record remains unbroken, Boss Wu. Little Fang is quite sharp, only saying he could break three events. The four hundred meter supply evacuation record is too exaggerated.

I still remember the previous record, back in 2004 during the Anshun Martial Arts Competition. Chen Danian finished in 1 minute and 12.3 seconds, I heard he only trained for this specific event for a whole year and a half, to the point of obsession—they say in his Detachment, he slept while hugging a mannequin!

minute 13.73 seconds is not bad; it’s already more than half a second faster than last year’s record from the national Grand Martial Arts Competition."

The leaders had just been having a laugh, thinking this kid finally met his match with the record.

But hearing this, they felt genuine horror and began to express their amazement again.

As for Fang Huai, he just smiled.

It’s not just that.

This event was full of tricks.

The weight of the gasoline drums, the water in the barrels, even the sand filling the mannequins—all invisible variables.

The four hundred meter supply evacuation has always been a key event.

Some areas, to keep records or occasionally to boost overall scores, would slightly reduce the weight, and the record would surge just like that.

Although it happened occasionally, over the years, the integrity of the record had been hammered away.

The leaders of the firefighting teams knew this to an extent; they just didn’t say it out loud. Records from other places may have had the advantage of "perfect timing and conditions," whereas those from the national Grand Martial Arts Competition truly represent the peak of on-the-spot performance.

However, with each generation’s national Grand Martial Arts Competition, there are always new records being set.

"So, does this mean Little Fang has a chance to win the crown at this year’s national Grand Martial Arts Competition?"

Secretary General Hao felt reassured, sensing that this exceptional young man shared a bit of his own college days when he actively participated in various competitions and stood out. Seeing Fang Huai’s smile, he felt it was quite similar to his own, and suddenly felt a sense of kinship with this young man.

It’s just that when you’ve climbed high enough, you tend to have an unrealistic confidence in your youth, and it’s easy to mistake some promising younger generation for resembling oneself.

As they were not from the same system, Secretary General Hao didn’t have the caution he usually held with subordinates. While speaking, he even patted Fang Huai’s arm.

And indeed, that arm was significantly more solid than before.

Fang Huai turned his head and gave Secretary General Hao a smile.

It was a smile you’d give to a wealthy patron, exceptionally warm.

Seeing this exchange, Boss Wu decided that for future requests for funding from the Provincial Government, Fang Huai was a must-bring.

He remembered Chief Liang saying last time that during the Earthquake Exercise observation, Fang Huai performed well too, showing great concern for the development of international firefighting equipment.

With that thought, Boss Wu chuckled,

"Secretary General, whether he can win the crown still depends on his own efforts. Little Fang, Secretary General Hao has high hopes for you. What about you? Are you confident?"

Fang Huai felt utterly overwhelmed.

Too many leaders had placed high hopes on me.

You casually pin your hopes, and I have to train until I’m blue in the face!