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

The celebration banquet ended that evening.

The dormitory of the Mulan female special forces team was still brightly lit.

The daytime victory, coupled with the evening dinner, had the girls very excited, and they were chattering away, replaying the game.

Apart from Shen Doudou, who was still fast asleep, only the sound of tossing and turning could be heard coming from the bed with the keyboard.

She buried her head under the covers, her mind a jumbled mess.

Chen Zheng was going to personally take her to meet the online friend, which made her feel very uneasy and nervous.

She peeked out and looked at herself in the mirror—wearing black-rimmed glasses, with thick bangs, and looking incredibly nerdy.

Is this how you're supposed to meet a "level 8 gale"?

That was a netizen who had been with her online for ten years and was almost perfect in her heart.

Let alone meeting in person, just being able to meet in person is considered a success.

What's worse, she didn't have a single casual outfit to wear out.

Besides training uniforms, the wardrobe contained only a few anime-themed outfits.

"That's it, I'm definitely going to die."

The keyboard let out a mournful cry and buried its face in the pillow.

No, we can't just let it go like this.

At that moment, the instructor's words echoed in my ears again.

"If you don't even have this much courage, then your ten-year friendship is a joke."

Thinking of this, Jianpan suddenly sat up in bed and looked at his teammates who were playing around in the dormitory.

She took a deep breath, as if making a difficult decision, and mustered the courage to speak.

"Um...that..."

"Sisters, I...I want to borrow a piece of clothing."

The dormitory fell silent instantly, and everyone's eyes turned to her.

Ram was the first to react, her eyes widening in surprise.

"Borrow clothes? Keyboard, you want to borrow clothes?"

She rushed to the keyboard bed and reached out to touch her forehead.

"You don't have a fever. You've never left the military region since the day we met, but you're actually going out today, and in civilian clothes no less?"

"What are you going to do? A date?"

Keyboard's face flushed red to the roots of its ears.

"No...it's not a date, it's just...meeting a friend."

"Do you need to be this nervous to meet a friend?" Meng Yi walked over and looked at her with interest.

"Alright, stop asking."

An Ran interrupted everyone's questioning, "It's just borrowing clothes, what's the big deal?"

"Sisters, bring out all our most prized possessions!"

At the sound of the command, the entire dormitory immediately came alive.

Everyone rummaged through drawers and cabinets, and soon, the keyboard's bed was piled high with all sorts of dresses.

"Try mine first!"

An Ran picked up a black fitted dress and held it up against the keyboard.

The dress had a clean cut and a touch of masculinity, which suited An Ran perfectly.

However, when the keyboard was replaced, everyone fell silent.

The dress hung loosely on her, making her look like a child wearing adult clothes, which made her appear even thinner and smaller.

"No, no, it's too cool, you can't handle it." Ram shook her head repeatedly.

"Then try mine!"

Lamu then took out a brightly colored ethnic-style long dress with exquisite embroidery.

"My mom made this for me, I guarantee it will look great on you!"

A few minutes later, the keyboard reappeared from behind the curtain.

It's not that it's not very nice, but you could say that draping a tablecloth over it would achieve a similar effect.

"Never mind, never mind, forget I said anything." Even Ram herself couldn't stand it anymore.

I tried them all, but none of them were suitable.

The keyboard has a very... unique feel to it; it can't convey Anran's heroic spirit, nor can it support Ram's enthusiasm.

Just as the keyboard was about to give up, Jiang Nan quietly took out a dress from her closet.

It was a very ordinary white cotton dress, looking plain and unremarkable, perfect for someone as ordinary and unremarkable as Keyboard.

"Try this," Jiang Nan said softly.

Keyboard took the skirt, having already given up all hope.

But when she changed her clothes and came out from behind the curtain, everyone was stunned.

Although it was a short skirt on Jiang Nan, it became a long skirt on Jian Kan, but it fit her surprisingly well.

The simple white color made her skin look very clean, and the understated style perfectly concealed her awkwardness.

"Great! This is excellent!" Ram couldn't help but clap his hands and cheer.

But soon, she realized something was wrong.

"Hey? Keyboard, why is your upper body... all bare?"

Upon closer inspection, everyone couldn't help but burst into laughter.

The skirt's waist and length were just right, but it couldn't hold its shape at the chest; the fabric sagged and collapsed.

Everyone's gaze subconsciously shifted from the keyboard-smart, flat-chested man to Jiang Nan beside him.

Jiang Nan usually wears loose training uniforms, looking much like everyone else. Occasionally, she wears casual clothes, but they are always loose skirts, so you can't tell her true appearance.

But now, comparing the sizes of this dress, her great figure hidden under the clothes has been exposed all at once.

"Oh my god..." Guo Huaiying dropped the apple from her mouth. "Jiang Nan, you...you've been hiding this for too long!"

"A true master keeps a low profile!"

Ram's eyes lit up, and with a mischievous grin, she pounced on Jiang Nan.

"Let me check! Is there any explosives inside?"

"Ah! Don't come any closer!"

Jiang Nan was so frightened that her face turned red, and she hugged her chest and backed away.

The dormitory erupted in laughter.

Only the keyboard remained, and I fell silent, looking at my comical reflection in the mirror.

"How about... we ask DouDou?" An Ran suggested. "Her body type is closest to yours."

Everyone quickly dug Shen Doudou, who was sleeping soundly, out of her bed.

"A skirt? What skirt?"

Shen Doudou rubbed her eyes and rummaged through her closet for a long time in a daze.

Finally, she pulled out two pieces of clothing.

A training uniform.

There's also a yellow Pikachu onesie pajama.

"That's all, just these two items, you can choose whichever you like."

After saying that, she lay back down on the bed and fell into a deep, baby-like sleep.

The dormitory fell silent once again.

The keyboard looked at the Pikachu pajamas and was completely at a loss, so it slowly squatted down.

"Forget it."

"I shouldn't have had such fantasies."

Seeing her like this, An Ran felt bad too.

She walked over and patted the keyboard on the shoulder.

"Don't be discouraged, it's just a dress! I'll go shopping with you tomorrow! We'll buy you a nice one!"

Keyboard shook its head: "It's too late, we have to go tomorrow."

"And... the instructor said he would take me to buy it."

The words of comfort she was about to say caught in her throat.

The instructor... wants to personally take her shopping for clothes?

How is this any different from going on a date with Jiang Nan before?

An inexplicable sense of irritation suddenly welled up in my heart.

She certainly hopes that Keyboard can muster the courage to meet her online friends successfully.

But the thought of Chen Zheng going shopping with another girl, picking out dresses...

Damn it, what a scumbag!