He was reborn and became a firefighter again?

Chapter 7 Let’s be human

Fang Huai took a deep breath and once again firmly chose the direction of humanity.

What we are saying is that the main thing is to save lives.

Even if you get another myocardial infarction, you can at least live for more than ten years, so just be a human being.

It would be more convenient to carry on the family lineage. Don't create some kind of family. It's not good, and your parents won't accept it.

[The direction of human enhancement is being bound...]

[Generating rewards...]

[Please select your reward. 】

[1. Stacked army was Lv1 (skill introduction: you understand)]

[2. Waist strength is slightly improved]

【3. Heart strengthening】

This time it's more or less reliable.

Fang Huai is relatively weak in the skill of stacking the army. He has probably regressed after not being in the military for so many years, but it is still a bit nonsense to waste such a precious reward opportunity to learn it.

Moreover, no matter how skilled you are, the quilts outside can’t be folded like those in the army. The quilts in the army are so neat and stiff, and you have to draw the lines, hold the small pony to press the edges, and have to rub them slowly with your hands. Touch it slowly. If you touch it a lot, it will obey you.

Some veterans call this process flirting.

If possible, you have to take it apart, use the quilt cover to press the edges of the mattress firmly, and sew it back on again, so that the mattress inside won't move around when you fold it.

This is called training.

They say three points of folding and seven points of repairing, but before that, you have to polish the quilt. It is most convenient to fold your own quilt by yourself. You know which line is where.

There is no rush to strengthen the heart.

The actual effect cannot be seen for the time being. It will be later. The strength improvement will be more suitable for his feelings and evaluation system.

Myocardial infarction in the previous life was not a hereditary disease. It was simply caused by insomnia and staying up late for a long time. Fang Huai could remember that the symptoms of angina pectoris appeared only after working overtime and insomnia for three consecutive days.

Both parents died, life was frustrated, and as I got older, I began to suffer from various illnesses.

It should not be used at the moment.

Even if you are running, no matter how good your heart function is, you must have a combination of core strength and lung function to improve your performance.

With a thought, Fang Huai chose to improve his waist strength.

...

Fang Huai twisted his waist.

I don't feel the change is too big, not even as obvious as the physical examination just now.

I picked up the clothes and looked at them. I saw that a small piece of fat on my belly was still healthy.

Even when I stretched it straight, I couldn't see my abdominal muscles.

So "slightly"?

System brother?

The attitude of no one responding seemed to tell him: There is no after-sales service for this matter.

Fang Huai is in a bit of trouble now. Is the system a bit weak?

But the other evolutionary directions given to him just now are not weak in any way!

It must be beyond human limits!

But at this moment, it seems that there is no extraordinary function. What kind of skill is folding quilts that doesn't even trigger CD?

Money matters...I'm afraid we still have to deal with it, right?

At least I still have some knowledge about rebirth, so I don’t have much of a problem with making money. If I really can’t go out, I can at least increase the value of my family’s assets, such as Allin Moutai or Tencent stocks, by dividends and compound interest by buying them hundreds of times. , enough for him to have enough food and clothing.

Fang Huai stood up with worries, glanced at the second lieutenant, and poured half of the bowl of noodles, which was really hard to swallow, into the bucket next to him.

Cao Peng, who was across the big round table, stared straight-eyed. Seeing him come back and sit down again, he looked at the second lieutenant who was waiting for them to eat noodles at the table next to him. He whispered with some disbelief: "The leader cooked the noodles himself. Did you fall down?"

Several other recruits who were a little tipsy from eating noodles also raised their heads and stared at him.

Fang Huai wiped his mouth and nodded generously: "Well, it's not delicious. I'm not forcing you to eat it. If you don't want to eat it, just don't eat it."

After that, he turned to the second lieutenant and said, "Chief, can you fall down if you can't eat anymore?"

The second lieutenant smiled sheepishly and nodded: "There is no one in the cafeteria tonight, and I'm not very good at cooking. If you don't want to eat, just pour it out."

Everyone stood up one after another and lined up to fall down.

It's so damn unpalatable, even if there are not enough seasonings, and some of it is not cooked yet, you have to be a bit picky about eating this noodles for pigs.

Cao Peng pulled him to the side with some worry, and whispered: "You...can't you tell us a story? I heard that if the troops don't eat well, they will be punished."

Fang Huai smiled and said in a low voice: "The second lieutenant has checked his phone and watch several times. He is probably a cadre of the base. This is an agency. They get off work on and off duty here. If we hadn't come, he would have already got off work. .

You guys are lingering around here, eating but can't eat, and don't dare to throw it away. It's hard for others to tell you. You're wasting their rest in vain. Maybe their girlfriends are still waiting outside! "

Cao Peng turned his head, and sure enough, he saw the second lieutenant stood up with a smile on his face, and started replying messages with his mobile phone.

"Damn it, you're so amazing!"

In fact, Fang Huai still had nothing to say.

He led a group of new recruits carrying large and small bags over to get some noodles in a hurry without waiting for them to go up and put the bags in for inspection. This already showed that they were in a hurry.

"The squad leader will teach you that in addition to training, it is also important to conduct yourself well in the army."

After Old God Fang Huai finished speaking, he stood in the first place next to the table and turned around and said loudly.

"Get in line."

Ten new recruits quickly lined up behind him.

The second lieutenant patted Fang Huai with satisfaction.

"Target, new training building, march together, let's go!"

...

Downstairs of Xinxun Building.

"Fifth company, Xu Xinliang!"

"To!"

"Zhang Ke!"

"To!"

"Get out of the queue and follow Squad Leader Chen."

The second lieutenant took the roster and counted the last two people. Each of the six non-commissioned officers brought one or two recruits.

"Let's each take it back."

Fang Huai is the only one in the seventh company.

It was a strange corporal who took Fang Huai's bag for him without introducing himself.

The moment the corporal took the bag, he weighed it in surprise and then looked at his hand. There was nothing else.

"Didn't you bring anything?"

"Tell the squad leader that you have brought the coat, socks and shoes issued by the Armed Forces, as well as a towel, water bottle, and shirt."

"Nothing else?"

Fang Huai opened his camouflage jacket in a somewhat honest manner, revealing a gray collar: "There is also a set of thermal underwear."

The corporal chuckled: "No wonder your squad leader Hao likes you."

As he spoke, he was also looking at Fang Huai's expression, curious about their relationship.

Fang Huai smiled shyly: "Thank you, monitor."

The squad leader is annoyed that the recruits talk too much, and is also afraid that the recruits won't say anything at all. The former is too energetic and the latter is too nervous. Fang Huai is just right.

The corporal nodded again and led him upstairs.

The sounds of "squad leader" and "reports" coming and going in the building gradually stirred up memories.

Two years in the organization and almost three years in the grassroots squadron.

The police were dispatched more than 700 times, but nothing was done.

When he was determined to retire in the fifth year, he was given a third-class merit award, which was of an encouraging nature.

In his previous life, his uncle transferred him from the squadron to the training base to take the military academy exam. His cultural scores were not good enough and he failed to pass the exam as a general student. With his uncle gone, he was left as a non-commissioned officer and took the exam for squad leader. However, he failed the exam because of his physical fitness, so he returned to the squadron and concentrated on recording. The number of times I have been deployed to the police, I hope that five years in the military will not be in vain.

Internal affairs, skills, and physical fitness are all average to lower level. There are more than a dozen people in the squadron and three squads. In the fifth year, he has not been the deputy squad leader once, and he is a useless spokesman.

People have a habit of being cowardly. Over the next ten years, they became unstoppable. I learned a lot about the ways of the world. I firmly believe that failure in life is because "other people have backgrounds, and I only have backs." I have not learned anything about my real ability, and I am a scapegoat in society. I can spend an entire afternoon brainwashing the young people who are also new to the company.

The skill tree is almost all on point.

He knows the truth about failure, and he has tried his best to jump out of the circle of failure, but the pit of death is so demonic that it is impossible to get out.

He also thought about it when the new recruits were discussing on the train. He didn't like to watch "Soldier Assault". He liked to watch "My Captain, My Regiment" because every different stage of his life could be seen here. Found the shadow in this TV series.

At first, he looked like a broken leg, cursing and cursing until the 25-year-old Meng was annoyed. Later, he looked like a lost dragon who was satisfied with having a wife and children. Finally, he looked like Kang Ya, who looked for hope in the mirror made of bayonets before his death.

He wants to be the leader of the dragon, but the fact is that he is not even as good as the leader's dog named Dogrou.

At least I followed the right brother.

This is another complaint.

The inertia of old rotten people.

...

Just start again from here.

...

"Dong dong."

"report!"

The corporal who led the way finished knocking on the door and turned to look at him.

Fang Huai knew in his heart that this was to show him that he had some love for talents.

"Enter."

Fang Huai followed into the office and found that Hao Chengbin was not there, only a lieutenant, a captain, and three corporals.

Xiang Zhiyuan, the squad leader in his previous life, was also there. When he saw him coming in, he glanced at him, but didn't say anything. His face seemed a little unhappy.

"Hello, Chief! Hello, Squad Leader!" Fang Huai found a place to stand by a wall that did not block the door, and shouted in a loud voice.

Seeing that there was no one behind him, Wang Jian greeted him with chopsticks.

"Sit down and eat something."

"Report to the chief, you have eaten!"

Wang Jian nodded, realizing that this was a worry-free one, and pointed to an empty stool with a smile: "Okay, then you can sit here and wait while you, Squad Leader Hao, go to the regiment headquarters."

Fang Huai moved to show that he heard it, but did not sit down.

The regiment headquarters is on the third floor, and Hao Chengbin is probably looking for Lao Hei.

No one here knows the situation of the base better than him. He was transferred here and stayed there for two years.

This is a regular regiment-level unit. Every winter, some grassroots non-commissioned officers and officers from various cities and counties are transferred to the unit for ten days of intensive training, and then the training of new recruits begins.

Beginning in the spring, when new recruits are discharged from the team, there are various firefighting trainings for local enterprises, as well as hosting various firefighting competitions in the province.

The leaders of the new regiment headquarters were all concurrently held by base leaders. His uncle had also served as chief officer at the base before, and was later transferred to the provincial capital detachment as deputy detachment leader.

The provincial capital detachment is equipped with a high-ranking deputy division and is the deputy detachment leader at the regimental level.

"Are you familiar with Squad Leader Hao?" Xiang Zhiyuan said abruptly, with two fish bones that had just come out of his mouth.

His eyebrows are very thick, and his speech moves in and out like Crayon Shin-chan.

"Reporting to the squad leader, Squad Leader Hao picked us up! We didn't know each other before!"

"Sports school student?"

"Report to the monitor, ordinary high school science student!"

"What special talent do you have?"

"Report to the squad leader...no!"

"Where's your talent? Do you have it?"

"Report to the squad leader... I know how to play the guitar, but I don't play it well."

Xiang Zhiyuan put down his chopsticks and looked at him with a calm expression.

"Then why did Squad Leader Hao ask you to pass from our class? Did you ask for it yourself?"

Fang Huai's heart tightened.

It's over, you've offended someone.

Grandpa's story no longer works. How can you learn from the old squad leader? The three corporals in this office must not kill themselves in the future?

"... Report to the squad leader, my grandfather is from Jiangxi... Squad Leader Hao's accent is very friendly, so... I took the initiative to chat with Squad Leader Hao for a while."

Fang Huai gritted his teeth and arranged his grandfather's birthplace from Jiangjin to Jiangxi.

Everyone understands.

When the villagers saw the villagers, their eyes were full of tears. The squad leader Hao wanted to take care of the villagers, so they couldn't say anything.

Wang Jian stood up: "Okay, put down your backpack and everything, and wait outside the door."

"Yes!"

Fang Huai put his backpack on the bench, put his only contraband mobile phone on the table, put his camouflage bag on the ground, walked out, and waited for the inspection.

...

It had been quite a while, and I was probably a little worried about Fang Huai's flexible mind, so I checked in detail to see if there was any involvement.

"Why are you standing here?" On the other side of the corridor, Hao Chengbin came over with two pages of paper.

"Squad leader, check inside..." Fang Huai whispered.

"Oh." Hao Chengbin pushed the door open and went in.

Within two minutes, Fang Huai came out again with Fang Huai's camouflage bag and backpack.

Of course, Hao Chengbin didn't explain that his cell phone was gone, probably because he felt that a family like his must know what happened.

"You didn't bring enough. Go to class and rest, and I'll buy you something."

Hao Chengbin said as he led him into the class.

The Ninth Squadron was actually across the street from the company headquarters, two steps away.

As soon as Hao Chengbin opened the door and turned on the light, the two people immediately sat up.

The one on the upper bunk on the left is slightly fat, with acne on his face and sleepy eyes.

The round head on the lower bunk on the right side of the door was dark and had an unnatural expression. After being frozen for two seconds, he picked up the quilt again.

Fang Huai looked at a half-pulled-out pack of toilet paper on the upper bunk, laughed for a while, and quickly suppressed it.

Hao Chengbin walked in without being surprised, but when he passed by his bed, he kicked his bed frame with his foot.

"Boom!"

The whole bed was shaking. Fang Huai laughed secretly and couldn't help but wonder whether this panicked brother would not do anything in the future.

The space in the class is not big. There is a table against the wall when you enter. There are three beds on the left side, two beds on the right side, and one bed horizontally on the innermost side with bunk beds.

The so-called "class" refers to the dormitory. As long as there is nothing to do, the activity space is within these ten square meters.

Hao Chengbin put his camouflage bag on the innermost bunk and turned to ask him.

"Fang Huai, you're here early, please choose a bed."

"Just this one, monitor." Fang Huai pointed to the one in front of Hao Chengbin.

Hao Chengbin put his backpack on the lower bunk and turned around and said: "They are from Fujian and arrived two days earlier than you. You guys have a chat and introduce each other. I'll buy you some toiletries."

Fang Huai looked embarrassed: "Squad leader, I have no money..."

"I know, pay me back after you pay the allowance." Hao Chengbin waved his hand and went out.

The room froze for a moment.

The pointed head on the lower right bunk was staring in the direction of the door, his eyes were in shock, his hands were folded in the quilt, and his eyes began to wander, as if he was confirming whether his life was complete.

The fat man on the upper left bunk saw his eyes gradually clearing up and began to accumulate hope.

"Brother...do you have a cigarette on you?"