After Being Reborn, I became a firefighter again?

Chapter 662: Chapter 464: Seeing a Lawyer_2

Fang: "Hmm... okay, I’ll check if it can be cited. And as for the part about the Rapid Reaction Force, you also provided materials. When the time comes, you’ll sign it for me."

Lv: ...

Fang: "And this fire alarm theory..."

Lv: "Cough! All right, all right! When will your paper be finished? Bring it to me then, I’ll spend some time to go over it thoroughly, straighten it out, and after I’ve made a complete revision, I’ll sign it for you! Happy now?"

Fang: "Hehe, that would be awesome! The Squadron transformation isn’t finished yet! I’ve learned a lot during this time, and I’m planning to attend class for another month next semester. As long as I finish before graduating in June next year, there’s no rush!

... By the way, you being such a big expert, don’t you have any expert friends or something who could also give me some guidance? It can’t just be under your name, can it?"

Lv: "Do I get the feeling you’re planning to fleece just me? What about the engineers from your whole corps, your Detachment? Can’t you ask them?"

Fang: "Those chief engineers are all from the party committee leadership. How could I possibly ask them?"

Lv: "Am I not party committee leadership?!"

Fang: "But you are my teacher!"

Lv: "... I’ll try my best to ask around. I know what you’re up to, kid. Giving you a signature means taking a risk. freёwebnovel.com

However, I do have a comrade who will be coming to the school soon for research; you’d definitely be interested."

"Who?"

"Cao Gang, the head of the Fire Protection Law division in Liaoning."

"... You know Cao Gang?!"

"Do you know him?"

"... No, haven’t met him, just heard of him."

...

October 7th.

Not a cloud in the sky.

The holiday season felt quite drab, as the school had to cancel a planned evening party because its main guest, Zeng Dehong, couldn’t make it.

That’s the same Little Zeng.

If you’ve been a soldier, you’ve sung at least two or three of his songs.

It’s hard to imagine that "Green Flower in the Army," "Old Soldier, You Must Go," "My Old Platoon Leader," "The Day I Became a Soldier," "The Day I Left the Troops," "Wine in the Cup," "When Your Hair Brushes My Rifle," "If There Is War, Recall Me"... were all created by the same person.

Whether Wangpiku is half the dominion of pop music might be debatable, but Little Zeng’s status in the military song genre is certainly higher.

Not to mention the current students, even some of the instructors enlisted while listening to his songs.

For such a figure to be invited to a party, everyone was very excited. It was said that anyone with a bit of talent for music had signed up just to share the stage with him. The school was forced to hold a preliminary competition, and after the line-up was finalized, Little Zeng’s side received notice that the Troops were preparing to call him back into active duty next year, so he had to prepare for many things and had to cancel his attendance, promising to come another time.

The school, strapped for cash, heard the news and quickly saved the money on setting up the stage, changing the holiday activities to chess, Go, and sports competitions.

Everyone was both disappointed and happy for him.

That old soldier who enlisted in the late 80s, getting ready to re-enlist as 2010 approached, to return to the land of his dreams, it made all active duty soldiers feel a sense of honor as if they were in someone else’s dream.

But the enthusiasm everyone had built up could only be poured out on the Playground and in card games.

This afternoon, the Playground was unusually lively, with everyone trying to catch the festive atmosphere on the last day of the holiday. Some female soldiers were playing badminton with a net set up, while the male soldiers were trying to attract the attention of those on the tennis side with their exaggerated shouting and occasional flashy misplays with the basketball under the hoops.

Seven days’ rest had filled these idle soldiers’ heads with hormones.

Besides these, there was another scene on the Playground.

Two people were chasing the wind on the track.

Fang Huai’s figure was still frustratingly fast for Qiao Xiaole.

Seven days.

He has been chasing Fang Huai for a whole seven days.

He hadn’t put so much effort even into pursuing Zhang Dan.

That man, swift as the wind, made sure to torment him once every single day, always slowing down just enough after leaving him one lap behind as if he could catch up, but no matter how hard he chased, he never could.

Adrenaline has an expiration date. By the fifth day, he didn’t really feel like chasing anymore. Continuing for the last two days was just to save face.

Being dominated day after day, who the hell could stand it? Others were figuring out how to request leave and rest during the National Day holiday, but there he was, clocking five kilometers every day, pushing himself to the limit.

That Qin Ting, with nothing better to do, came daily to bring them water and watch the excitement—essentially to observe Fang Huai’s triumphant pose for Zhang Dan, delivering a second blow to his morale.

He was tired.

Five kilometers was the cure for everything, love included.

After so many days, he had come to recognize the gap. That man was much stronger than him. The moment he agreed to his challenge, he had lost.

Every day, he would be drenched in sweat, gasping for air, and by the time he reached the finish line, he would be completely exhausted; yet he would focus on that silhouette up ahead, refusing to let himself collapse—that silhouette slowly became the mountain he dreamed of surpassing in his dreams.

It was really in his dreams, nightmares even. Whenever that silhouette turned its head in his dream and smiled at him, he would wake up in shock.

His father had named him "Le," hoping he would be happy, and he had indeed always been an extrovert. But these past few days, he had been thoroughly emo by this freak.

But now, approaching the final race’s finish line, that infuriating Number 1 in front of him suddenly slowed down, hands on hips, seemingly on the verge of exhaustion.

Qiao Xiaole felt he was getting closer to him, his mind even a little dazed.

Every day his performance improved; how could it be possible for this freak to run out of steam?

Could it be that he wasn’t human, running on motor oil, and had reached the mileage for maintenance?

But the opportunity so close at hand left no time for second thoughts. Ignoring the feeling that his lungs were about to explode, he sprinted forward, and a few dozen meters from the finish line, he passed Fang Huai and gave a spiteful smile in return.

The moment he crossed the finish line first, he let out a great roar, feeling utterly exhilarated.

Not far away, Qin Ting, who routinely came to bring water, paused and wiped her eyes, seemingly incredulous.

"Congratulations, you won,"

Fang Huai’s voice didn’t sound too pained. Qiao Xiaole turned around, only to see that same infuriating smile.

Qiao Xiaole glared at him, "What do you mean? Did you let me win on purpose?"

Fang Huai waved, "No, I genuinely ran out of breath just now. You’re not bad, making me run out of breath, that’s something you can be proud of for a lifetime."

With that, Fang Huai walked over to Qiao Xiaole’s side, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile:

"Alright, I’m out."

Qiao Xiaole wasn’t a fool. Seeing Fang Huai’s relaxed demeanor, he felt a great wave of disappointment in his heart.

He had been happy for nothing just now.

"I don’t need you to let me win!" Qiao Xiaole roared.

He had run with all his might; even if he couldn’t win, he at least deserved some respect, right?

Fang Huai smiled, "Actually, I don’t like Zhang Dan either. I was just too bored during the holiday and looking for someone to keep me company for some exercise. You’re pretty energetic, dude. Keep at it, and I wish you the best."

Qiao Xiaole stood there, stunned.

"Damn, what are you trying to say?"

Fang Huai didn’t answer but instead raised his hand, touched his shoulder, and gestured with his mouth towards Qin Ting, not far away.

"But think about it, you don’t want the one that’s ready for you, instead choosing to be tormented. Life is full of scenery everywhere, but what’s missed could turn into regret. You both are in your third year at higher vocational education, right? I think she’s quite good, liking you so much, running here every day to bring you water. It’s a pity."

Qiao Xiaole was momentarily dumbfounded, then glanced at Qin Ting and suddenly became furious.

"That’s nonsense! She just comes to watch the excitement! It’d be right if she came to bring you water for Zhang Dan, right? You’re babbling nonsense just to make me give up willingly, aren’t you?"

Fang Huai chuckled and waved, "I asked her. Zhang Dan has no idea about our bet."

After finishing, he looked leisurely towards the sky and sauntered off the playground.

Qiao Xiaole stared blankly at Fang Huai and at Qin Ting, who was getting closer and closer.

"You... won?"

Qin Ting’s face showed a trace of sorrow yet still handed him the bottle of water she was holding.

Only then did Qiao Xiaole realize that Qin Ting had not given the water to Fang Huai.

"...you weren’t buying it for Zhang Dan for Fang Huai?"

Qin Ting was at a loss for words.

Just then, a vague voice came from a distance.

"If you miss it, then you’ve missed it!"

As if struck by lightning, Qin Ting suddenly steeled her heart and said boldly:

"Who said it was for him? It’s for you! If you won’t drink it... give it back to me!"

Qiao Xiaole suddenly felt very awkward.

It seemed as if he had turned red.

His gaze shifted about, eventually finding Fang Huai who hadn’t gone far. He quickly stammered:

"I’ll drink!... I need to talk to him, I’ll be off first!"

Then, hastily averting his gaze, he shouted at Fang Huai: fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

"Wait up, where are you going? I’ll treat you to a meal!"

Fang Huai raised his hand, "You two go ahead, I’m busy!"