Because his wife ran off with her best friend, Captain Jiang could only resort to dining in the cafeteria again at noon, scaring the heck out of everyone.
However, Jiang Ye paid no mind to these youngsters and took his tray of food to a corner to eat alone.
He was eating contentedly when Old Qin, for some reason, also came over:
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Jiang Ye looked up, vaguely realizing they were probably in the same boat.
Otherwise, what was Old Qin doing here?
"Sit down if you want to eat!"
Implied message: if you’re not eating, find someplace else.
Old Qin curled his lips, then sat down.
"Where’s your sister-in-law?"
"Out," he countered. "And your wife?"
Sure enough, Old Qin twitched the corner of his mouth violently before saying:
"She’s busy at the hospital, had to rush over and work overtime." There was a heavy sigh.
They truly were comrades in misery.
Doctor Lu had also left Captain Jiang high and dry on more than one occasion.
The two brothers in adversity ate while silently commiserating, but neither showed it on their faces.
How could they possibly voice such things?
Talk about losing face!
The meal that followed was extremely quiet.
After all, with the two big bosses around, the youngsters didn’t dare to be as noisy as usual!
Today’s cafeteria was eerily quiet at noon.
Jiang Ye was the first to finish, taking his plate to be washed, with Old Qin following close behind.
In scarcely more than two minutes, a series of urgent whistles resounded.
Suddenly, the cafeteria was filled with the sounds of "Holy shit" "Holy shit".
Those who hadn’t finished eating quickly shoveled a few more bites into their mouths, swallowed, and then began running out in droves.
"I only ate two bites!"
"It’s all the same, who knew we’d have to assemble for an emergency?"
"Is Devil Jiang starting again?"
"We’re doomed, the heavens are forsaking us!"
How could these firefighters know that ever since his wife left, Captain Jiang had been itching to put them through their paces, and he had even held off for quite a while.
Otherwise, none of them would have had the chance for a midday meal.
Jiang Ye stood at the very center of the training ground, stopwatch in hand, timing them.
Seeing that enough people had arrived, he said coolly to the few stragglers:
"Last one, five kilometers tonight."
At these words, those who were running last suddenly surged with energy, hustling like their lives depended on it, fast as if chased by dogs.
They ran up in a rush, barely having time to catch their breath before standing in formation.
Jiang Ye had already stopped his stopwatch:
"Liu Xu, five kilometers tonight."
Liu Xu, the one who came last, now had a face as crumpled as a bitter melon.
Yet, even so, he didn’t dare to complain; he would still have to run.
He shouted back loudly.
Only he knew what he was truly feeling.
At this point, no one was concerned about individual feelings, and Jiang Ye gave the next command immediately:
"Prepare for push-ups!"
Soon, a big group of guys who had just finished eating began doing push-ups on the training field.
"One hundred and one... one hundred and two... one hundred and three..."
"Two hundred and twenty-five... two hundred and twenty-six..."
No one dared to stop on their own until the boss called it.
They gritted their teeth and continued.
Eventually, when the fastest firefighter reached nearly six hundred and the slowest hit five hundred, Jiang Ye blew the whistle: