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

Since the family route is not working, the problem must lie elsewhere.

Chen Zheng's gaze fell back on Song Jia.

A good family doesn't mean a good upbringing.

A person's distortion often stems from external trauma.

For example... friends.

Yes, they must be friends!

While they may not have an online friend like they do with a keyboard, they may have had an incredibly important friend who met with misfortune, leaving an indelible scar on their heart.

This script is classic and very reasonable.

With this in mind, Chen Zheng's thoughts instantly became clear.

He cleared his throat and continued cautiously, "Since there are no family problems, is it someone close to you?"

"For example...like a keyboard, what kind of misfortune happened to a very important friend?"

As Chen Zheng spoke, he stared intently at Song Jia's expression, leaning slightly forward, while frantically calling out to the system in his mind.

Hurry up and give me a response!

Song Jia was engrossed in her own world when Chen Zheng suddenly asked her this question, and she was taken aback for a moment.

But when she looked up and saw Chen Zheng's anxious expression, a thought flashed through her mind.

Is the instructor... trying to find the root of my problem?

Seeing Chen Zheng's serious expression, she almost burst out laughing.

The problem here is that Chen Zheng didn't do his homework.

Don't be fooled by Song Jia's gentle and kind demeanor; everyone in the team knows that she's actually quite cunning and loves to play pranks.

Song Jia thought to herself, "Since the instructor is so eager to see a show, I might as well play along."

"Perfect timing. I'm having some trouble figuring out these new neurotoxins that have been developed recently, so this will help me de-stress."

The next second, Song Jia's smile vanished without a trace.

Her eyes dimmed at a visible speed, and even her straight back hunched slightly.

"Instructor..."

"You guessed right, I do have a good friend."

coming!

Chen Zheng's spirits lifted, and he leaned forward slightly, his eyes filled with encouragement.

"Go on."

Song Jia's performance has officially begun.

She lowered her head, her hands unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes.

"He was my best friend when I was a child, and he lived next door to me."

"He was in poor health and was always sick. His family was also very poor, so he was often bullied by other bad kids."

Chen Zheng nodded repeatedly, inwardly laughing.

Yes, yes, that's it! Frail and sickly, from a poor family, bullied—all correct!

Song Jia secretly glanced at Chen Zheng's reaction out of the corner of her eye, chuckled to herself, and continued making up a story about taking a shower.

"Once, he was cornered in an alley by that group of people and beaten terribly... And I, because I was cowardly, could only hide behind a corner of the wall and watch helplessly."

"I watched him being beaten and curled up on the ground, watching those people punch and kick him, and I couldn't do anything. I'll never forget that feeling of helplessness."

At this point, Song Jia's shoulders began to tremble slightly.

"From that day on, I vowed that I would never experience that feeling again."

"I want to master a power, a power that will make those bad people pay the price silently! A power that can protect those I want to protect without using my fists!"

"So... I chose toxicology."

perfect!

It's a script that's absolutely flawless!

Chen Zheng almost had an orgasm from listening.

This is it!

A tragic past, a powerless childhood, and a twisted desire for revenge have ultimately shaped the Breaking Bad master we see today!

Still haunted by childhood trauma, still burdened by painful memories, I always said that there is no one in Mulan who doesn't have a painful past!

System, are you asleep?

A mission is coming up, trigger it quickly!

However, a full ten minutes passed, and his mind remained completely silent; the system did not appear as he had expected.

Chen Zheng's expression froze.

What happened?

Is it that the tragedy of this story is not enough to move the system?

It must be that the heat wasn't quite right.

Chen Zheng took a deep breath and continued to guide Song Jia, trying to uncover a deeper level of conflict.

"And what happened to your friend afterward?"

"Is there anything you need me to do for you? Like, find the people who bullied him back then?"

Song Jia suppressed a smile, but inside she was overjoyed.

This young man is really persistent.

Okay, then let's add some more ingredients.

Her eyes instantly reddened, and she even managed to squeeze out a few tears of sadness.

"He dropped out of school a few years later because of that injury and his poor health."

"Now he's in a remote small county, just taking a random job and wasting his time... He could have had a better life."

This immediately heightened the atmosphere of tragedy.

A life that should have been beautiful was directly destroyed by bullying.

Upon hearing this, Chen Zheng looked at Song Jia with pity in his eyes.

Don't be sad, it's not your fault.

"I can help you find him, give him a better job, and let him live a good life."

"What's past is past; we should look forward."

Right there in the warehouse, the two of them talked for a good half hour, one speaking passionately and the other offering patient guidance.

Chen Zheng felt like he had worn his lips out, but the system still didn't respond.

Now, he started to question the meaning of life again.

That doesn't make sense. Does the system's task triggering mechanism have some hidden conditions that I'm unaware of?

But before, whether it was the keyboard or Guo Huaiying, it was only after they told the story that it was triggered, right?

A long silence spread through the warehouse.

Looking at Song Jia's tear-streaked, heartbroken face, Chen Zheng couldn't help but fall into deep thought once again.

But just then, a flash of inspiration struck him.

He suddenly remembered how Song Jia had described her family with such an air of entitlement, even a touch of pride, just moments before.

"My dad gave me a microscope as a gift."

"They praised me for my talent."

"They seem quite happy."

……

The image of that bright, sunny, and beloved genius girl is so different from the image of this tearful girl with a tragic childhood, creating a strong sense of incongruity.

It seems they are not the same person at all.

A terrible thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

All the expressions on Chen Zheng's face vanished instantly.

Almost instantly, his gentle aura vanished, and he became icy cold, even more so than when he trained the female soldiers.

He looked up at Song Jia and slowly whispered, "You brat..."

"Are you playing me?"

Upon hearing this, Song Jia's performance came to an abrupt halt, her sorrow freezing instantly, with tears still clinging to her eyelashes.