"State dia reporter, military recruitnt promotion?"
Upon hearing the two keywords in Wang Fengyi’s words, Zhang Beixing let out a soft sound of surprise but didn’t refuse. "Alright. Is it urgent? If it is, I’ll head over directly. If not, I’ll take a shower before going. After all, I just finished my Martial Arts Training and sweated quite a bit."
"It’s not urgent; we’re still doing the interview. You might have to wait for a while, so go take care of your things first. By the way, when you co over, rember to change your clothes. Don’t wear your casual clothes; wear your training uniform. We’ve already sent soone to bring it to you. The envisioned content for the recruitnt promotion is to have you lead so Martial Arts Training. After all, your Martial Arts expertise is pretty impressive, like the Yue Family’s series of punches and such—it would make a strong impression to have you at the forefront. No issues with that, right?" Wang Fengyi asked over the phone.
Zhang Beixing confidently replied, "Of course, no problem at all. It’s just so Martial Arts Training, no big deal. Anything else? If not, I’ll get to it."
"Let think... um... there should be nothing else. That’s it then; go ahead. See you at the drill field later," Wang Fengyi said, then hung up the phone and resud his interview with the state dia.
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Beixing hurriedly returned to his dormitory, took a shower, and changed clothes. He put on the green training uniform delivered by Wang Fengyi’s personnel.
It had to be said, as expected of clothes procured by the military, the quality was remarkable. The material felt excellent and was very comfortable to wear.
He threw a few quick punches. Finding the size perfect and offering no restraint—an impeccable fit—Zhang Beixing then stood before a mirror to groom himself.
Although it was just helping the military film a recruitnt video, this was, after all, Zhang Beixing’s first appearance on official dia. Naturally, he wanted to make sure he looked sharp and tidy, presenting his best image to the caras and not disgracing the country.
By the ti he finished grooming himself, half an hour had passed in a flash.
...
At the drill field, as the interview was nearing its end, Zhang Beixing appeared, clad in a crisp military uniform and wearing a cap.
Upon his arrival, he instantly beca the center of attention. This was because Zhang Beixing was simply too handso!
It’s no exaggeration to say that in his military attire, he looked like a completely different person compared to when he was in casual clothes. His usual frivolous air was gone, replaced by a sharp, serious deanor. His gaze was resolute, honed by long hours of Martial Arts Training, and his complexion, far from fair, was tanned and weathered from prolonged exposure to the elents. His trademark cheeky grin vanished, complenting his handso, heroic features and his strong, upright physique.
Zhang Beixing no longer resembled a college student yet to graduate. Instead, he looked more like a young General who had stepped out of a storybook—full of spirited vigor and heroic bearing!
"Dressed to the nines in one’s youth, responding to the call of ti!"
Watching Zhang Beixing, Su Dakai subconsciously uttered this line of poetry. This poem was adapted from Yue Fei’s "The Immortal at the Magpie Bridge." The original line read, ’Dressed to the nines in one’s youth, how unbearable the Jin invaders’ southern crossing.’ But ’Jin invaders crossing south’ clearly didn’t suit the current situation, so Su Dakai had modified it slightly.
Hearing his words, unusually, his old rival Wang Fengyi didn’t argue but nodded earnestly in agreent.
His fondness for Zhang Beixing grew with every look! No matter how he saw it, he felt that this young man, Zhang Beixing, was simply born to be a soldier. His youth and formidable personal strength were already remarkable, but especially in that military uniform—good heavens, he looked more like a colonel than Wang Fengyi himself, an actual colonel! Having such a person under his command would really boost their image during the military district competitions!
But unfortunately!
Wang Fengyi sighed. Thinking of Liu Pan, who was as wary of him as one would be of a thief, he knew very well that getting Zhang Beixing to join the military would be incredibly difficult. Never mind Zhang Beixing’s own lack of interest in military service; Liu Pan alone would never allow it to happen. After all, Wang Fengyi had tricked him once before. If Liu Pan, knowing full well that Wang Fengyi—despite his seemingly honest appearance with thick brows and big eyes—was a seasoned trickster, still allowed him to bring Zhang Beixing into this, it wouldn’t be for Zhang Beixing’s benefit; it would be pushing him into a trap.
Furthermore, Zhang Beixing’s demonstrated Martial Arts talent and accomplishnts were extrely high. Wang Fengyi often heard Liu Pan muttering things like "Great Grandmaster" while looking at Zhang Beixing, clearly holding high hopes for him. There was no way he could snatch Zhang Beixing from the clutches of the Liu Pan and Liu Yi brothers—not even if he called Su Dakai for help!
What a pity for such a promising talent! Such temperant, such physical condition! It’s a criminal waste if he’s not put to the dirtiest, toughest jobs! Wang Fengyi mused.
He was completely unaware that, under Zhang Beixing’s influence, his own train of thought was subtly going off the rails.
...
As Wang Fengyi watched Zhang Beixing and reflected privately, the journalist conducting their interview also noticed Zhang Beixing. She looked him up and down, her beautiful eyes gleaming with clear intrigue.
As a publicity departnt journalist for the Yanjing regional troops, she was naturally aware of the full story behind the recent events. Therefore, she was quite surprised to see that the "enthusiastic citizen" who had taken down Zhou Fan and four others was such a young and handso man. But surprise aside, she also understood that her main task this ti was to interview Wang Fengyi, Su Dakai, and the others.
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