Obsessive Tycoon and His Swan Girl
Chapter 445 - 422 I have to practice just like him!_2

Chapter 445: Chapter 422 I have to practice just like him!_2

The two groups that followed closely arrived after a 20-kilometer race, having obtained not a single hair.

The Chief Director continued to dine.

A staff member came to ask again: "Chief Director, they’re asking..."

"Can’t a person eat in peace?"

"They’re asking if they can switch groups temporarily now?"

"Who’s asking?" The Chief Director put down his chopsticks.

"Jiang Zhe is asking. Just now a few more groups arrived, but upon learning there was nothing to eat or drink, people are getting shaken and considering moving to Jiang Zhe’s side."

"So it’s Jiang Zhe who’s asking?"

"Yes."

The Chief Director said, "If she’s asking, then she definitely wants to take these people in. Let them switch, switching is allowed!"

The Deputy Director wanted to say something.

"No harm done, no harm done," the Chief Director said.

The question indeed came from Jiang Zhe.

Those asking were a few from the other groups who, after two days without food or drink, now dragged their feet, looking haggard.

Shortly after they arrived, Xiaobao and Fatty also made it.

As soon as the two arrived, Jiang Zhe took out the supplies she had just gathered and handed them over, including but not limited to apples, Coke, bread, and roast duck.

Xiaobao and Fatty chomped down on apples and roast duck, with the aroma of braised meat and fruit wafting through the air, tempting everyone’s salivary glands.

Beifeng took out the spare chocolate, the smallest in quantity, unwrapped it, and handed it to Jiang Zhe, giving her an even number.

Jiang Zhe took them, eating unhurriedly.

It was then that someone proposed moving to Jiang Zhe’s group.

Soon, more people joined the clamor.

The ones with more resources in their groups didn’t try to stop them, as having team members lag behind meant they too had to shoulder responsibility.

But by sending the weaker members to Jiang Zhe, they could preserve their own standings and avoid consequences.

Everyone watched as Jiang Zhe asked the director, filled with hope.

Audience: "These people are a bit too much! Didn’t no one want to join Beifeng and Jiang Zhe’s group before, and now one by one they want to join?"

"Tch, they’re just turning to whoever has the resources, aren’t they?"

"I’m so angry! Jiang Zhe is really checking with the management! If Jiang Zhe keeps them, I’m done with this show!"

"Exactly, that’s too saintly. Who would want to take in those burdens? Maybe after they finish eating what’s in Jiang Zhe’s group, they’ll just switch to another group."

"Regardless, if Jiang Zhe decides to keep them, I’ll smash my TV. Jiang Zhe, it’s your call now!"

Having received the answer that they could switch groups, everyone on the scene was overjoyed.

Except for Fatty and Xiaobao.

The two smiled and said, "Alright, you’re the captain, so whatever you say goes."

Those wanting to switch groups could already taste the apples and roast duck.

They looked eagerly at Jiang Zhe: "So, Captain, can we join now?"

Jiang Zhe finished the chocolate in her hand, naturally took a bottle of mineral water from Beifeng, drank, and then drawled, "Who is your captain?"

"Didn’t you just help ask if everyone could switch to your group?"

"I did ask, and the school said you can switch to my group," Jiang Zhe raised her fox-like eyes, gazing at them, "but I never said that I would take you into my group."

"You!"

Jiang Zhe laughed, her eyes curving playfully, mischievously manipulating them with a clap of her hands: "I’m just asking since I’m free anyway, isn’t it okay to ask?"

The crowd was infuriated, but they remembered that Jiang Zhe had never actually agreed to take them in. It was their own wishful thinking to suggest switching groups, so even though they were angry, they had to let it go.

Seeing that Jiang Zhe wouldn’t take them in, some local students pleaded with Beifeng.

Beifeng gave them a cold glance, his intent to keep people at bay clear without words.

Frightened, the students who sought an opening from him backed off, returning obediently to their own teams.

Jiang Zhe reached out to Beifeng.

Beifeng naturally took out the walkie-talkie and handed it to her.

They seemed so in sync one might think they could read each other’s thoughts.

The coldness in Beifeng’s brows also disappeared, leaving only gentleness.

"I have another question for the management," Jiang Zhe began.

The Chief Director smiled: "Ask, you ask."

"Why did our group receive the questions two hours late?" said Jiang Zhe slowly, emphasizing each word.

The smile on the Chief Director’s face performed a disappearing act.

"How could that be? No, there’s no..."

He wiped away sweat.

The Deputy Director also wiped sweat. Delaying them by two hours had been his idea; he couldn’t stand by and watch Jiang Zhe’s group steal the spotlight, failing to accomplish the task Assistant Xu gave him.