I put you in charge of those rebellious female soldiers, how come they all became top special forces

Yao Yao and Li Yue, who were standing nearby, were so anxious that they burst into tears and hurriedly tugged at Chen Zheng's sleeves to plead for him.

"Instructor, Keyboard really tried her best..."

"Yes, instructor, let's give her another chance!"

Chen Zheng frowned and shook off the hand that was grabbing his sleeve.

"That's an order."

Just then, a guard drove up in a jeep and saluted him.

After returning the greeting, Chen Zheng took the keys, opened the car door, and sat in the driver's seat.

"Mei-ren, get in the car."

The keyboard trembled as it stared at the dark car door.

She glanced at her comrades beside her, and the feeling of being abandoned almost suffocated her.

In the end, she lowered her head, clutching her laptop, and numbly walked towards her car.

Just then, a figure suddenly rushed in front of the jeep.

An Ran braced her hands on the hood, staring intently at Chen Zheng in the driver's seat.

"Chen Zheng! What do you mean?!"

"We've overcome so much hardship and difficulty!"

"The military region's major competition is just around the corner. Eliminating people at this point is incredibly disregard for the overall situation!"

"If you dare send her away today, you'll send me away too!"

Chen Zheng rested his hands on the steering wheel, looking at An Ran protecting his team members. A hint of admiration flashed in his eyes, but it disappeared in an instant.

The next second, he honked the horn.

Drop~

The piercing horn interrupted An Ran's questioning.

Chen Zheng leaned out of the car window:

"Execute the command."

"Or, disobey orders and get out of here."

These words left An Ran frozen in place.

Before she could say anything more, the back door of the car was pulled open and then slammed shut.

The keyboard was already inside, and it was silently sobbing, its head resting on its knees.

"Get out of the way."

Chen Zheng shifted into gear and floored the gas pedal.

The roar of the engine forced An Ran to step aside.

The vehicle grazed the hem of her clothes as it sped away, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Chen Zheng! You son of a bitch!"

An Ran roared at the taillights and kicked a pebble hard.

Then, she turned around abruptly and looked at her teammates behind her.

"Don't look so gloomy!"

An Ran wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, her gaze turning cold.

"Ram! Go borrow a motorcycle!"

"Since he's being unreasonable, don't blame me for complaining to the brigade commander!"

"I want to see who's really in the right!"

……

The jeep sped along the highway.

Chen Zheng held the steering wheel with one hand, and with the other hand he had time to unscrew the thermos and take a sip of water.

He glanced at the keyboard huddled in the corner through the rearview mirror.

She had stopped crying; she was just staring blankly out the window, her eyes vacant.

"What? You're giving up already?"

Chen Zheng suddenly spoke.

The keyboard trembled, but without turning around, it just muttered to itself:

"There's no other unit like me in the entire Mulan universe. My presence here is a bug in the system; it should have been fixed long ago..."

Chen Zheng raised an eyebrow but didn't reply; he simply pressed the accelerator harder.

Twenty minutes later.

The jeep braked suddenly and stopped in front of an office building.

The headquarters building of the brigade.

"get off."

Chen Zheng unbuckled his seatbelt and stepped out of the door.

The keyboard-wielding man got off the bus with his laptop, thinking he was being taken directly to the brigade headquarters to process his discharge from military service.

What a cruel person.

"Keep up."

Chen Zheng didn't care whether she followed or not, and strode into the building.

The two went straight to the brigade commander's office on the third floor, one after the other.

Upon reaching the door, Chen Zheng opened it without even knocking.

In the office, An Jianjun was looking at documents while wearing his reading glasses when he was startled.

"Chen Zheng?! You little brat, are you trying to rebel?!"

An Jianjun took off his glasses, somewhat speechless. "Couldn't you have said 'report' before coming in?"

Chen Zheng completely ignored his opinion and walked a few steps to his desk.

Snapped!

He slammed an application form on the table.

The keyboard following behind was so frightened that it instinctively wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

"Brigade Commander, since you've put me in charge of this unit, I'll be frank with you."

"I don't support idlers where I live."

Upon hearing this, Keyboard lowered its head even further.

"This girl is not good at physical fitness, not good at fighting, and misses the target when shooting."

"In a special forces unit, he'd be a moving target!"

An Jianjun frowned, glanced at the female soldier who was almost curled up in a ball, and sighed.

"Chen Zheng, I know you want to build an elite force, but there's no need to be in such a rush..."

"so!"

Chen Zheng interrupted An Jianjun, pointing sharply at the application form.

"It's a waste to let someone with such talent train with others!"

"I need a place in the School of Communications to study electronic warfare and network attack and defense. It won't be long, just before the competition."

"What?"

An Jianjun was stunned.

The keyboard in the corner also suddenly looked up, its eyes filled with disbelief.

She doubted she had heard correctly.

Not a retreat?

Is it... further education?

"Say that again?" An Jianjun took the application form, glanced at it, and said with a strange expression, "Chen Zheng, you recently caused the former principal of the Communications Academy to be removed from office. Where are you sending your men now?"

"I want it!"

Chen Zheng plopped down in the chair opposite An Jianjun.

"Brigadier, the nature of warfare has changed."

"There are plenty of people in Mulan who can fight. An Ran can fight, Guo Huaiying can fight, and even Shen Doudou can kill people at will."

"But none of them understand electronic warfare."

Chen Zheng turned around and pointed to the keyboard, which was still in a crashed state.

"I've seen her file; this girl is a genius."

"He taught himself coding at thirteen and was able to go toe-to-toe with well-known hackers by fifteen."

"Making her build muscle is like making Einstein do manual labor!"

"I want to make her eyes like Mulan's!"

"In the future, on the battlefield, as long as she's there, Mulan will always have more information than others, and her chances of winning will always be higher!"

"Even if it's just for a short time, I don't want to see her stay in Mulan and destroy the Great Wall!"

The keyboard stared blankly at the man sitting in the chair who had slammed his fist on the table for her and the brigade commander.

Tears streamed down her face again.

I realized I wasn't a useless person after all.

So... even the instructors knew.

An Jianjun remained silent for a long time, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Chen Zheng and Jianpan's faces.

Finally, he smiled helplessly, picked up his pen, and signed the application form.

"Fine, I can't argue with you."

"If I send the person over and they don't learn anything useful, I'll hold you responsible!"

"Alright!"

Chen Zheng grabbed the application form, his cold expression instantly melting away.

He stood up, walked to the keyboard, and squatted down.

At this moment, the keyboard was already a mess of tears.

Chen Zheng simply pulled a pack of tissues out of his pocket and handed it to her.

"Mei-ren, you must remember this."

"Physical fitness is indeed very important; it's your lifeline on the battlefield."

"But there are already many people who can fight like Mulan, we don't need you."

"When you get there, you must study hard. Even if you only have a short time, you must learn as much as you can."