Special Agent Rebirth: The Omnipotent Goddess of Quick Transmigration-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."

"..."

Pretty much everyone who approached him full of confidence eventually ended up fleeing in terror.

By the time Ye Shaohua finished the intensive training, it was past ten o’clock, and the night wind was quite chilling.

She tugged at her jacket and, upon seeing Rong Zhe standing outside the training field, walked towards him. She fished a face mask out of her pocket, put it on, and turned her face to the side as she looked at him, "Going for a drink?"

Rong Zhe had already snuffed out his half-smoked cigarette, "Are you sure at this late hour?"

"Coming or not?" Ye Shaohua slipped her hands into her pockets and squinted slightly.

"I don’t have my car, you drive." Rong Zhe put on his cap without changing his clothes.

At night, the bar was still bustling.

The bar was thick with the smell of smoke, which Rong Zhe quite enjoyed; it was lively, but he was afraid that Ye Shaohua wouldn’t like it. Initially, he thought about finding a quieter bar, but Ye Shaohua drove straight to this one.

Both of them drank quite a bit.

This was probably the first time the two of them had sat down together for a drink in such a calm and peaceful manner since Ye Shaohua’s return.

Ye Shaohua leaned back in her chair; her body was languid and relaxed. She removed her face mask, and because of the bar lighting, no one recognized her, although many people were sizing her and Rong Zhe up.

Rong Zhe was clearly a regular at the bar. When he arrived, many attractive women came to greet him, but none dared to touch him.

"It’s been fifteen years, hasn’t it?" Ye Shaohua took the prepared drink and swirled it leisurely, leaning back lazily in her chair, her profile beautiful in the light of the bar.

Rong Zhe, with his head bowed, instructed someone to bring over some snacks, and upon hearing her, his face was calm with a trace of nonchalance, "Yeah, we’ve known each other for fifteen years."

"I hated you back then." Ye Shaohua finished one drink and extended her glass for another to be mixed.

Rong Zhe’s heart trembled, tightening his grip on his own glass.

His head was half-lowered, concealing his expression.

"Actually, I’ve known for a long time that almost everyone who approached me had ulterior motives," Ye Shaohua stared at the bloody red glass, serene and focused, "During that time, my master knew he was done for and kept trying to blunt my sharp edges. You were always behind us, cleaning up the mess."

"Later on, your grandfather and a group of people pressured me," Ye Shaohua turned her head to look at him, "when I left South Island, the one I hated the most was you, although I knew it didn’t have much to do with you."

Rong Zhe closed his eyes, almost not wanting to listen anymore.

"Because you were the last person I wanted to forgive, the last person I wanted to believe was also a member of the Rong Family."

Ye Shaohua drained her drink, "Then, after some events, I figured things out for myself, and I thought of going to look for you."

"That time when the Su Family took me to meet you, I originally didn’t plan to go to that matchmaking session. I wouldn’t have gone if I hadn’t heard it was you, but at that time you were avoiding me in Imperial City."

"Rong Zhe, stop it already."

Ye Shaohua’s voice was low and a little hoarse.

Rong Zhe, upon hearing this, knew Ye Shaohua might be a bit drunk.

He passed her a tissue and then took out his phone, found a number, and sent a message.

"Okay, I’ll stop." Rong Zhe smiled warmly at her, absent of his usual frivolousness, reminiscent of his neat and handsome appearance from five years ago, "Don’t cry."

Ye Shaohua tilted her head slightly; mixing several drinks could easily make one intoxicated.

She had drunk many glasses.

She rarely drank like this because she couldn’t control herself when she had too much. There were a few times on South Island when she did drink to excess.

She didn’t have many friends, but back then, she treated Rong Zhe as a genuine life-or-death friend.

Rong Zhe occasionally accompanied her for a few drinks.

The last time was after the elder leader of the island punished Ye Shaohua for the first time, and after her wounds healed, she went to find him with a bottle of alcohol.

After that, when the old island master died and the Rong Family’s ambitions surfaced, Ye Shaohua never spoke to him again.

Rong Zhe watched her, and eventually someone couldn’t resist approaching Ye Shaohua for a chat.

She twisted their arm.

Rong Zhe gave the Manager a look, and the Manager immediately had the troublemaker escorted out.

About ten minutes later, someone came to pick up Ye Shaohua.

Seeing the utterly unrecognizable Ye Shaohua obediently follow the person, Rong Zhe asked for a cigarette, took a couple of steps, leaned against the bar, and smiled.

After the Manager had the troublemaker taken away, he came over and found it strange that Rong Zhe was still looking in one direction, "Young Master Rong, the situation has been dealt with."

Rong Zhe looked toward the door, not answering.

When did he give up? Probably because she always liked to drink and it used to be him cleaning up after her, but when she got drunk, she only remembered Mu Guiyun.