Special Agent Rebirth: The Omnipotent Goddess of Quick Transmigration novel Chapter 1253

Chapter 1253: Rong Zhe Spin-off

Training Camp.

It was already ten o’clock at night, and the lights were still bright on the parade ground.

This year’s new recruits had just returned, and as they passed by the parade ground, upon seeing the figures standing upright on the training field, someone couldn’t contain their voice, filled with excitement, "Is that Mu Qiu, the coach standing in the front? And next to him, is that Brother Ye?"

Mu Qiu was still one of the highest-ranking coaches at the Training Camp, second only to Rong Zhe.

In fact, all of Ye Shaohua’s identities could have been restored now.

When she had been forced to give up the training camp years ago, Ye Shaohua had also felt unwilling, but looking back at those feelings now, they seemed as light as clouds and breeze.

However, she would occasionally come to the training base to take a look.

Rong Zhe heard this and also glanced in the direction of the parade ground, his jaw exquisitely chiseled, his sleeves rolled up halfway, as he slightly squinted his eyes towards the parade ground, still as uninhibited as ever.

Hearing the voice of the new recruits, he paused his fingers for a moment, his tone somewhat indifferent, "Yes, that’s them. Keep it up, and you all will have your day too."

The two new recruits hadn’t expected to receive an answer from Rong Zhe and looked at him with a bit of surprise and awe.

Rong Zhe was undoubtedly the soldier with the strongest comprehensive quality at the training camp.

At the beginning of the year, upon learning that the top-ranked Rong Zhe was actually going to train them, all the new recruits had gone wild with excitement.

Without a doubt, everyone on the international training camp rankings list was an idol they admired, let alone Rong Zhe.

Although Rong Zhe appeared somewhat profligate, he was not easy to approach in reality and could be said to be cold-blooded and ruthless during training.

All the female trainees were charmed by him but once they recognized his cold-blooded ruthlessness, they all backed off and didn’t dare to provoke him.

Rarely hearing an answer from Rong Zhe, several female trainees looked toward their own coach, glancing seemingly unintentionally.

Rong Zhe did not pay attention to these gazes; his eyes were still on the parade ground, and his fingers subconsciously reached into his pocket for a cigarette, only to realize that after coming back from three months of training with a troop, cigarettes were not allowed and he found nothing.

He didn’t mind and scanned the parade ground before taking off his cap, slightly tilting his brows and eyes, "Rest for three days. After three days, I’ll take you to the base."

After speaking, he didn’t wait for the training recruits to reply and walked straight towards the parade ground.

Ye Shaohua had her back to him and was speaking to about twenty coaches, flanked by Ye Li and Mu Qiu.

Rong Zhe did not disturb her, instead leaning against a tree behind her, his long legs stretched out lazily.

Despite nearly five years without contact with the coaches, Ye Shaohua was still at her best.

Rong Zhe, with hands in his pockets, watched Ye Shaohua with utter seriousness as she handled a gun, still holding the weapon she used to favor, her fingers long and clean.

"After all these years, nothing has changed," the manager of the training camp clicked their tongue, "Still as arrogant and punch-worthy as ever."

Rong Zhe nodded, seemingly reminded of something, and smiled, "Got a smoke?"

The manager fished out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his pocket and handed them to him.

The manager glanced at him, "You’ve come back to lead troops, I guess she should come back too, shouldn’t she? Looking at her, she seems to really like the military camp."

"Not necessarily," Rong Zhe lit a cigarette, holding it in his mouth, his voice a bit muffled.

"Why not? After suffering so much, she should shine brightly for a while, to let those newcomers know what a true all-rounder is," the manager said, unconvinced.

Rong Zhe exhaled a ring of smoke, only smiled, and did not answer.

Both were absorbed in watching the rare spectacle of target shooting in the army, and the manager glanced at Ye Shaohua, suddenly remembering something, he turned to Rong Zhe, "With your return this time, you probably won’t lead troops, will you? Your father has come looking for me several times already; life’s big decisions still need to be considered."

Speaking of which, Rong Zhe’s father was quite worried too.

Those around Rong Zhe’s age had either married or had fiancées.

As for Rong Zhe, seemingly replete with scandals and indulgence, the society ladies of Imperial City, although smitten by his looks and status, some believed they could be that irreplaceable person in his heart, and even thought they were the only ones who could change him.

Unfortunately, after making contact, all the confident society ladies one after another declared him too much to handle.

"No, no, no, too terrifying. I stood right in front of him and he wasn’t moved at all."

"He’s not human; I heard rumors of his profligacy, but I never imagined it was to this extent."

"Scary, just scary."

"Can’t mess with this, can’t mess with this."

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