Chapter 583 - 440: Who is the Big Shot?_2

The Tianjin group, who loved a good spectacle and were never afraid of things getting too big, pointed and laughed, saying, "Hey, wasn’t he saying he’s really tight with Zeng Jieyi? Ask him then."

Jiang Guangwen was getting fed up with the jeering atmosphere around him and turned to shout at the Guizhou Brigade, who were nonchalantly looking this way and that as if they were immune to the looming disaster:

"He Zhijun, we’re leaving, are you coming or not?"

Damn, these barefooted guys have got it good. Bottom of the pack every year, they just roll with whatever anyone says, no pressure whatsoever.

At that moment, Fang Huai finally stopped in his tracks, flipped through his cell phone, and finally spoke up.

"Leaving? The teams from Hunan and Yunnan have already arrived, they’ll be down soon. Sichuan is more than 20 minutes away from getting off the train, Yunnan will arrive by noon, Chongqing’s... might be in the afternoon."

At this proclamation, everyone gazed in astonishment over at him.

What the hell.

All these precise travel schedules for the brigades—you part of the Martial Arts Competition organizing committee or something?

Even the committee wouldn’t know, right?

Jiang Guangwen was speechless.

Earlier, when they were talking about waiting for the Hunan General Team, you stayed silent, and now you’re spouting off?

The Guizhou Brigade guys were equally flabbergasted.

They could sense a playfulness in Fang Huai’s eyes as he looked at his phone, and his presence seemed to radiate outward more powerfully now.

Gui Qiang couldn’t help but pat him, whispering:

"No need to show off your strength. Let them fight it out. Let’s head out first."

Fang Huai chuckled and then gestured toward the crowd that was starting to emerge at the entrance of the playground, hollering as they came toward them:

"How could I possibly keep a low profile? Too many people know me."

Lian Xu finally couldn’t hold it in and muttered incredulously, "I knew he couldn’t keep a low profile! You guys have no idea how noticeable he was at the training class. Almost everyone from the Southwest is from the Southwest Training Class. He could only stay under the radar if he got plastic surgery!"

Damn, as the only one from Period Three, I saw it with my own eyes!

Training Class Period Three coincided with a break between the Spring and Autumn Martial Arts Competitions of the various brigades. Many competitors were free to participate, which led to it being the period with the highest attendance from the Southwest. A lot of people came, and all of them from group number 47 had Fang Huai’s number. On their way here, quite a number must have texted Fang Huai! He had been glued to his phone just now, surely replying to their texts. How else would he know the travel schedules for so many brigades?

The surrounding crowd, upon hearing this, looked with a mix of confusion and curiosity at Fang Huai’s handsome face, trying to decipher the meaning behind the words.

What the heck is this training class?

In the distance, as if on cue, several loud shouts carried over.

"Number 1!"

"Damn, Number 1, Guizhou is so far away, how come you’re here first?"

More than twenty people, a handful of them, were all calling out "Number 1."

Zeng Jieyi, leading the Hunan team, and Dong Yongshan from Yunnan, both looked overjoyed.

The captain from Jiangxi followed behind, appearing to have received some message. He was curiously sizing up Fang Huai.

At first, Fang Huai didn’t show much expression, but upon seeing who was following the crowd, he immediately went up grinning to greet them.

As Zeng Jieyi saw Fang Huai approaching, he was ready to give him a bear hug, but when he saw Fang Huai extending his hand for a handshake, he prepared to reciprocate.

However, Fang Huai skillfully side-stepped him, continuing past to someone further back.

Number 20, Dong Yongshan from Yunnan, was happily ready to shake hands, thinking to himself that the kid still knew to give respect to an old soldier by greeting him first!

To his surprise, Fang Huai sidestepped again, bypassing him to look at someone behind.

"Counselor Hu! You’re here too?"

He clasped hands firmly with Hu Peizhou.

That left Zeng Jieyi and Dong Yongshan awkwardly hovering with their hands raised for a painful two seconds before turning around to curse.

"Fang Huai! Damn your dad! Looking down on us, huh?"

"F*cking hell, always sucking up to the leadership!"

The others from Training Class Period Three, who hadn’t even planned to raise their hands, now sported "I knew it" grins.

"Heh, I told you Number 1 wouldn’t give you the time of day. When he was a new recruit, he only had eyes for Lin Chong, and now that he’s a cadre, he’s even less likely to notice you!"

Hu Peizhou, still holding hands with Fang Huai, smiled and said:

"Hear that? That’s the voice of the people. Watch out; they might gang up on you later, and as a graduated student, I can’t manage them anymore."

Upon hearing this, Fang Huai paused, noticing the half-smile on Hu Peizhou’s face.

Damn, Old Hu wants them to gang up on me!

Fang Huai, sensing danger from all around, quickly let go of Hu Peizhou’s hand. Before they could gather momentum to mob him, he flashed a cheeky grin and hurried forward to pick up the hands of Numbers 20 and 11, shaking them vigorously. He then proceeded to shake hands with the rest of Period Three from the training class.

"Sorry about that! Didn’t see you there! Really didn’t see you!"

The members of Training Class Period Three rolled their eyes. It had been a month since they last saw him, and now they had to get used to his annoying face all over again.

At that moment, Hu Peizhou spoke up again.

"Deng Li, Hu Zongzhang, Zhu Shujie, this is Fang Huai, your formidable rival. Have a good exchange, learn from each other."

Deng Li, the reigning champion of the Hunan Team in the Grand Martial Arts Competition of ’11 and still a powerhouse in ’18 at 30 years old, with a second place in the 60-meter ladder event nationally, a true hard nut.

Hu Zongzhang is an even more honored veteran, famous for later becoming a First Class Firefighting Chief.

Upon hearing these names, Fang Huai turned his head to get a good look at the two men.

Zhu Shujie, he seemed to have a recollection of him too.

Yes, the super meritorious hero, three times awarded First Class Merit, two times Second Class Merit in his previous life.

They must be the seed players too.

Formidable opponents.

Fang Huai raised his eyebrows and shook hands with each of them, then with a hint of resignation in his smile said, "Counselor Hu, Hunan boasts an abundance of talent."

With a light chuckle, Hu Peizhou replied, "Kid, work hard. All four of them are now with the Changsha Special Duty First Squad."