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

That night, a military jeep returned to the military region.

The atmosphere inside the car was very tense.

The keyboard clung tightly to the laptop, remaining silent.

Chen Zheng gripped the steering wheel, his face grim as he stared ahead.

creak~

After a screech of brakes, the Jeep came to a steady stop in front of the office building.

As soon as the car door opened, Keyboard grabbed his laptop and rushed out, heading straight for the building without looking back.

Several soldiers who had just finished training and were about to return to their dormitories were stunned when they saw this scene.

"Isn't that the technician from Mulan?"

"Holy crap, she's wearing a dress? And a pink one at that?!"

"That's strange, doesn't she always wear her training uniform?"

A daring soldier was about to whistle and crack a joke.

But when he saw the face on the keyboard, he swallowed the words that were about to come out.

That face was pale, streaked with tears, and its eyes held a gloom they had never seen before.

The soldiers looked at each other, but in the end, they couldn't say a word.

Chen Zheng got out of the car, didn't even glance at them, and followed them directly.

The office door was suddenly pushed open.

Keyboard rushed to Chen Zheng's desk, threw off his backpack, pulled out a chair, and plugged in the power.

An Ran rushed over upon hearing the news.

She had originally intended to ask how the date during the day went, but seeing the keyboard like this, her heart skipped a beat.

"Keyboard, you..."

An Ran walked quickly to the table, but before she could speak, the words caught in her throat.

She couldn't understand the code and data on the screen at all, but she could understand the expressions on the keyboard.

That sadness and focus were completely different from the somewhat timid anime-loving girl she usually was.

An Ran opened her mouth, but in the end she didn't say anything. She just stood silently to the side, watching Chen Zheng lean against the door frame, holding a thermos, his expression calm.

"Found it."

The sound of a keyboard suddenly rang out.

On the screen, a beautifully designed website appeared.

The website is called "Lighthouse," and the background features sunlight, white doves, and smiling faces.

"No need to hack in." Keyboard clenched his fist. "They just openly put these things on their official website overseas."

She clicked on a course description titled "Journey to Awaken the Soul".

An Ran leaned closer to take a look, and her brows immediately furrowed.

Say Goodbye to 996, Embrace True Financial Freedom

Three-Day Elite Meditation Retreat: Reshape Your Workplace Relationships

Quantum Energy Therapy: Eradicating All Childhood Trauma

Each title precisely addresses a pain point for urban white-collar workers.

"What the hell is this?" An Ran felt nauseous. "Isn't this obviously a scam?"

Chen Zheng walked over at some point, glanced at the courses, and couldn't help but sneer.

"It's just a rebranded version of a deceptive product; the methods of deception are still the same old ones, just packaged more sophisticatedly."

The fingers continued to slide across the keyboard, opening the "Student Profiles" section.

The page is filled with testimonials from students, each accompanied by a screenshot of a bank transfer or a photo of cash.

"I am grateful to my mentor for guiding me. This mere 300,000 is a small token of my support for unification."

"After selling the house my parents left me and donating it to reunification, I felt my soul was so light for the first time!"

"My mentor said that wealth is a shackle that binds us; only by giving up everything can we be reborn!"

An Ran watched all this, her fists unconsciously clenching.

"Those beasts!"

The keyboard ignored her; her hands trembled more and more violently, but she didn't stop typing.

She bypassed the website's rudimentary firewall and directly accessed the student database.

In the search box, with trembling fingers, she typed out that familiar name letter by letter.

Su Xiao.

That's the real name of "Gale Force 8".

Pressing the Enter key instantly opened a file.

The girl in the photo is very pretty, and she has two shallow dimples when she smiles.

Name: Su Xiao.

Occupation: Marketing planner.

Reasons for joining the religion: immense work pressure, long-term social isolation, and lack of self-identity.

Mentor's comments: The individual has weak mental barriers, is easily guided, and possesses enormous potential for dedication. It is recommended that the individual be given special attention and training.

"Extremely easy to guide..."

The keyboard murmured these words repeatedly, and then clicked on the internal forum link associated with the file, where he saw Su Xiao's posting history.

The latest post was published a week ago.

[Title: Does my best friend really hate me?]

[Content: We've known each other for ten years, chatting online since junior high. She's my only friend. Recently, I've been having a tough time at work and under a lot of pressure, so I wanted to come to her city to see her. But... she refused. She made up many excuses, but just wouldn't see me. Am I really that bad, that she doesn't even have the courage to see me? I feel like I can't take it anymore...]

Upon seeing this, the keyboard suddenly stopped breathing.

An Ran also saw the content of the post and subconsciously looked at the keyboard.

The latter continued to swipe down and clicked on the second post.

[Title: I've met my mentor!]

[Content: Just when I was at my most desperate, my mentor contacted me. He told me that all my pain stemmed from my weakness and dependence on the virtual world. He said that my friend was also trapped in a virtual cage; she was afraid to see me because she herself was living in a false world. My mentor was right; I can't continue like this! I need to change myself, I need to become stronger, and then I will save her!]

The tone of the post has gradually shifted from initial confusion to fervor.

The keyboard began to tremble uncontrollably.

She saw the latest, and last, post, which was published yesterday.

[Title: I'd give anything for her!]

[Content: My mentor acknowledged my resolve! He said I have great potential and am chosen by the light. He said that as long as I can pass the purification ritual tomorrow night, I can become a core believer and gain true power! Then, I can pull my friends out of the virtual world! Keyboard, wait for me, I will definitely let you see the true sunlight!]

Snapped.

The keyboard could no longer hold on, and she slammed the laptop shut. Then she collapsed onto the table, her shoulders shaking violently, and a muffled sob escaped from under her arms.

is her.

She was the one who pushed Su Xiao into that abyss.

If she had been braver back then and gone to see her, even if it was just to talk to her and listen to her complain, Su Xiao wouldn't have ended up like this.

It was her inferiority complex and her timidity that gave that lousy tutor the opportunity to take advantage of her vulnerability.

And that fool still thinks he's saving his friend.

Seeing the keyboard looking so uncomfortable, An Ran felt a tightness in her chest.

She reached out and gently patted the trembling back of the keyboard, only to find that any words of comfort seemed so pale.

Chen Zheng remained silent, simply watching.

He only spoke slowly when the keyboard's sobbing gradually subsided.

"When will the purification ritual take place?"

The keyboard suddenly raised its head and stared intently at Chen Zheng.

"Instructor, my best friend is about to be ruined by them."

She stood up and almost lunged at Chen Zheng, grabbing his sleeve.

"Please, save her!"