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

This one sentence silenced all the excuses that were left unsaid.

Chen Zheng picked up the shopping bag and glanced at his phone.

"Come on, don't keep your friend waiting."

Back in the car, Keyboard was already wearing a brand new pink dress.

She was still nervous, but in addition to fear, a different kind of feeling also arose in her heart.

The keyboard was bowed, its fingers unconsciously caressing the delicate fabric of the skirt.

I felt gratitude, confusion, and a strange, inexplicable flutter in my heart.

This man is domineering, sharp-tongued, and cold-hearted.

But to protect his teammates, he would personally take her shopping for clothes, giving her what she needed most in the least gentle way.

The car remained quiet.

Finally, the keyboard couldn't resist and secretly raised its eyes to quickly glance at Chen Zheng's profile, who was focused on driving.

The afternoon sun shone through the car window onto his angular face.

Boom, boom, boom.

Her heart suddenly began to beat faster and faster uncontrollably at that moment.

"What?" Chen Zheng felt the keyboard's gaze but kept his eyes fixed ahead as he asked.

Startled by this, Keyboard quickly looked away, stammering, "No, no..."

……

Soon, the two arrived at the agreed-upon coffee shop.

To avoid disturbing the keyboard, Chen Zheng deliberately chose a seat at the next table by the window, placing his hands crossed on the table like a bodyguard.

His gaze swept across the café discreetly, taking in the environment and the routes taken by the customers and staff.

It is an occupational disease.

Just a narrow aisle away, the keyboard was already in a state of extreme tension.

She gripped a handbag with a picture of a chicken with a middle parting on it tightly in both hands, her palms were sweaty, and she was sitting very stiffly.

This was the first time she had ever worn a skirt, and the first time she had ever been to a place like this.

It was also the first time she was going to meet the friend who had been with her online for ten years.

"Hello, I'm Keyboard, you can also call me Meiren."

"Hello, gale-force winds! I never expected you to be so good-looking."

"Hello, um... we've known each other for ten years, it's great to finally meet."

The keyboard silently recited the opening lines that had been conceived long ago, but the heart was beating faster and faster.

She couldn't resist picking up her phone and, using the reflection from the black screen, repeatedly tidying her bangs.

The pink dress made her very uncomfortable; she felt like everyone around her was staring at her.

People with social anxiety know that even if they know that the people around them mean no harm, they still feel quite uncomfortable being stared at.

Chen Zheng picked up his coffee and took a sip. His gaze fell on the uneasy figure, and a smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.

Time passed second by second.

The minute hand of the clock on the wall had slowly passed the time they had agreed upon.

We walked for another five minutes.

ten minutes.

twenty minutes.

The café door opened and closed, a few couples came in, and a few customers who were reading left.

The one she was thinking of was not there.

She had finished the lemonade on the keyboard desk, but she wasn't thirsty at all; her throat just felt drier and drier.

She picked up her phone and opened that familiar chat window.

I arrived, wearing a pink dress, and sat by the window.

This was a message she sent twenty minutes ago.

The two of them habitually use a certain short video app to send messages, and the word "unread" is clearly displayed below the message.

Undeterred, the keyboard quickly sent another message.

Have you arrived yet? Is there traffic?

send.

Still no response.

That familiar profile picture didn't respond at all.

The keyboard attempted to dial the other party's voice call.

"Beep...beep...beep..."

There was only a busy tone in the receiver until the system automatically disconnected.

No one answered.

The hand holding the phone began to tremble uncontrollably.

The initial anticipation and nervousness have now turned into a bad feeling.

Is she... not coming?

Or……

An idea popped into my head.

Did she see me from the shadows?

"She thinks I'm both unfashionable and ugly, which is different from what she imagines?"

Once the thought appeared, it could no longer be suppressed.

She subconsciously looked down at herself.

Although the instructor said this pink dress looked good, it just didn't look right on me.

My timid and hesitant demeanor was completely different from the girl in the photos she sent, who always had a bright smile. We were from two completely different worlds.

"She must think I'm a liar..."

The keyboard's lips lost their color, and it began to doubt itself again and again.

The confidence that was just boosted by the instructors and teammates yesterday has now plummeted to rock bottom again.

She felt like a lie that had been exposed, both laughable and pathetic.

At that moment, a girl at the next table stood up.

She had long hair, wore a white dress, and light makeup; she exuded confidence.

She picked up her small bag and prepared to leave.

These descriptions are very similar to those of "level 8 gale" on the internet.

The keyboard's heartbeat skipped a beat.

She subconsciously looked up and her eyes met the girl's for a moment.

Before the girl left, she glanced in her direction unintentionally.

It was very bland, like the way someone looks at a stranger.

That one glance extinguished the last glimmer of hope in Keyboard's heart.

She must have been watching me from the shadows for a long time.

She saw my nervousness, my inappropriate attire, and my ordinary face.

Then, she was disappointed.

So she stopped replying to messages and answering calls, ending their ten-year friendship in this dignified way.

Keyboard's face turned pale instantly.

She suddenly lowered her head, biting her lip hard, trying to hold back her tears, but her shoulders were trembling uncontrollably.

I messed it up.

She sat there for a long time, long enough for Chen Zheng to finish his second cup of coffee.

Finally, she mustered all her strength to stand up and slowly moved to Chen Zheng's desk.

"Instructor..."

Her voice was soft, with a heavy nasal tone, "Let's go back."

Keyboard lowered its head, not daring to look Chen Zheng in the eye, tears welling up in its eyes.

"She definitely saw me, but then she left... I messed up."

Chen Zheng shifted his gaze from the keyboard-smart, pale face to the "unread" notification on her phone screen, his eyes calm.

"No, I don't think so."

"If she just dislikes you, she'll either read your message but not reply, or she'll just block you. That's the simplest way."

"Unread messages and unanswered calls—don't you think something's off?"

Chen Zheng shook his head, feeling that this girl's self-confidence needed to be strengthened.

After he explained, the keyboard finally realized what he meant.

Yes, even if someone is really disappointed, given their character, they certainly wouldn't just walk away without saying a word.

Previously, I was blinded by my own inferiority complex. Da Kuangfeng is definitely not that kind of person!