Chapter 575 - 437 Victory Won’t Come to Me_3

"Hopefully, we all don’t want to waste our efforts."

Fang Huai nodded, put away the materials, and paused on the table again.

"Thank you for your efforts for the Chinese Firefighting Career."

Old Lan paused and babbled something, and the interpreter next to him said:

"I’m going back to the United States, if you have any questions, you can email me."

Fang Huai looked at the old man who would become the foreign coach for Chinese athletics in a few years, guiding two Olympic gold medalists, Su Bingtian and Wang Chunyu, and several other Olympians, and said:

"I’ll just wait to call you, but don’t forget, I am your biggest disciple in China! If there are others, they can only be number two!"

"Genius!"

The old man laughed heartily and walked out the door, still laughing.

The interpreter hesitated for a moment behind him and then translated the last sentence: "He said you are a..."

Fang Huai chuckled: "A genius, I know! Thank you for your translation! Next time I need to learn English, I’ll hire you as my coach!"

"Hahaha..."

...

After sending the three coaches off by car, Cao Yi, Ye Jiahong, and Huang Zhongjiu huddled together, flipping through the materials on the table.

Cao Yi wasn’t wrong: with Fang Huai, that maniac around, Huang Zhongjiu had completely toned down, and his relationship with Cao and Ye was getting more harmonious, forming the "Dumbo Trio."

Fang Huai didn’t bother with them and was ready to put away the materials and pack his bags.

But Ye Jiahong held down the materials and chuckled:

"Well, well, well, Deputy Commander Fang, seems like your suggestion is missing a Squadron Leader’s signature, isn’t it?"

The materials that Coach Yin had hesitated to endorse for half a day were now being brandished by this guy eager to show off.

Fang Huai’s mouth twisted in annoyance: "Guess why I asked the coach for a signature and not you? If I needed leadership to sign, I could go to the Regimental Commander right now. I could persuade him in 20 minutes. As for you, Captain Ye, what’s your rank? What’s your cachet in the field of athletics?"

Cao Yi laughed and gave Ye Jiahong a thumbs-up: "Tiny celebrity."

Yet Ye Jiahong stood proud and defiant.

"Cachet? A lifelong sports enthusiast! A Practitioner! Owner of the strength to do thirty pull-ups! An outstanding Physical Ability Cadre!"

Ye Jiahong had been training very hard recently; ever since he managed to do thirty pull-ups, his confidence in his physical abilities had grown even further.

But Huang Zhongjiu coughed lightly: "If that’s how you’re counting, I am ’the owner of the strength to do forty-eight pull-ups.’

Ye Jiahong was suddenly lost for words.

Cao Yi laughed: "What time are we leaving?"

Fang Huai checked his watch, quickly gathered the materials, and prepared to leave.

"We depart at 11 a.m. Old Huang, let’s move it! We’ll practice with the fire truck twice more before we head out! We won’t have a fire truck to train with once we arrive in Tianjin!"

Saying so, he took out his whistle.

"Peeeep—peep peep!"

"Team gather up! Downstairs, fire truck drill!"

Immediately, a wave of earth-shattering curses erupted from the building:

"Damn! Training again this morning? I took a shower last night, and I’ve already changed into my regular clothes!"

"Give me a break, Captain Fang! I don’t want to get on the bus all sweaty!"

The Second Squadron was quietly chuckling.

Oh my god, Fang Huai is just Fang Huai; whoever is under him is destined to be a cement worker.

From the water to the mud.

According to his habit, he should be reciting a poem now, right?

At this moment, a loud voice rose up in the hallway.

"You train in obscurity to shine in the spotlight!

Let’s go, comrades! Before we get on the bus, I’ll give you five minutes to shower—I only took three minutes for my shower when I was a new recruit!"

Lian Xu, who always liked to be clean, cried out: "Damn, three minutes? Who taught you that in the new recruit group? I..."

Hao Chengbin’s massive head appeared from the Special Duty Squad, his expression fierce:

"I taught him! What about it?"

Fang Huai also stopped: "Captain Hao taught him, what about it?"

Lian Xu’s face quivered.

Oh my god, a captain and a platoon leader, Squadron bullying.

"...Well taught!"

...

10:30 a.m.

"One minute and seventeen point two seconds!"

"Awesome!"

Cheers filled the training ground.

The soldiers, after resting for an entire day following extreme training, had achieved their best time in the One Hundred Meters Ladder Attack Drill over the past ten days or so, after numerous tries.

Their weeks of hard work were not in vain; the meticulous training by the coaches, the carefully planned pre-competition diet, and the warm-up arrangements had everyone bringing out their best. They suddenly understood what effective training and effective adjustment meant.

The feeling of the body fully igniting was great.

This performance, if recorded like before, could perhaps be submitted for a national record.

But they didn’t care anymore.

They wanted to recreate this scene even better on the competition field!

Everyone walked down from the Training Tower, their heads held high, and Fang Huai was beaming with pride.

"Brothers! Victory will not come to us on its own; we must march towards victory!"

In the morning light, everyone raised their right hand in unison.

"Good!"