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

The next day, the sky was just beginning to brighten.

With dark circles under her eyes, Song Jia tossed and turned in bed.

The tragic childhood lie she fabricated yesterday kept her awake all night.

If I close my eyes, the scene of Chen Zheng hanging her up and beating her after discovering the truth will involuntarily appear in my mind.

That was the devilish instructor who, upon arrival, could abandon people in the primeval jungle for seven days to fend for themselves.

If he finds out that he actually tricked him yesterday...

When faced with facts they cannot accept, people usually choose the same approach: to avoid confronting them.

Simply put, it's about escaping reality.

Song Jia buried her face in the pillow, trying to pretend to be sick.

Knock, knock.

Two knocks were heard, and then the door was opened.

Before the sleepy Shen Doudou could even get out of bed, she saw Chen Zheng standing at the door.

He was carrying a thermal lunchbox in one hand and his thermos cup in the other.

"woke up?"

Chen Zheng walked into the room, his gaze falling directly on Song Jia's bed. His tone was unusually gentle, even a little cautious.

"You didn't sleep well last night, did you? Look at your dark circles."

Song Jia, huddled under the covers, froze upon hearing this, barely daring to breathe.

Chen Zheng placed the lunchbox on the bedside table: "No need to rush to the assembly, I'll give you half a day off."

As he spoke, he unscrewed the lid of the lunchbox.

A rich aroma of meat instantly filled the entire dormitory.

Braised beef, two peeled tea eggs, and a bowl of thick millet porridge.

"This is a nutritious meal that I specially prepared for the kitchen staff. It's been cold lately, so we need to eat something warm."

Guo Huaiying, who was not far away, was awakened by the aroma and peeked out groggily.

Upon seeing this, her eyes nearly popped out along with her saliva.

Lamu, who was next to her, was so frightened that she sat up in bed, clutching the corner of the blanket, her face full of terror.

If other soldiers were to fawn over Song Jia early in the morning, they would only assume that the other person was trying to woo her.

But Chen Zheng was the kind of man who could ruthlessly make An Ran swallow her feelings after she personally admitted that she was in love.

"Teach...instructor..."

Ram swallowed hard. "Is Song Jia going to be executed?"

Chen Zheng turned around and glared at her: "Shut up, go wash up."

He then turned his head and resumed his fatherly expression.

He unscrewed his ever-present thermos, poured a lidful of steaming hot goji berry water, and handed it to Song Jia.

"Drink something hot to replenish your energy and blood."

Song Jia looked at the cup lid handed to her.

That was Chen Zheng's treasure, something he never put down, even when he was fighting all of Hua Mulan's combatants alone.

She took it, her hands trembling.

A strong sense of guilt and fear inevitably arose in my heart.

They completely messed things up.

The instructor clearly believed it.

Looking into Chen Zheng's caring eyes, Song Jia felt like she was an utterly wicked sinner.

She took a deep breath and made up her mind to confess.

"Instructor, actually yesterday I..."

"Shhh."

Chen Zheng held up a finger to his lips, interrupting her.

"If you don't want to talk about it, then don't. It takes courage to reopen old wounds."

He sighed again and reached out to tuck the blanket around her.

"I was too hasty before. I shouldn't have pressed you like that, and I didn't consider your psychological capacity."

"That's my fault."

Song Jia was even more desperate.

"No, instructor, I really..."

"I understand."

Chen Zheng interrupted again, indicating that there was no need to say more.

"I've already submitted a report to the quartermaster department regarding the electronic balance and centrifuge you requested."

"Special expedited processing, it will arrive this week."

Song Jia's words were abruptly cut off by this barrage of sweet talk.

Top-of-the-line equipment.

Independent laboratory.

She's been dreaming about this for ages.

If I reveal the truth now, not only will I lose the equipment, but I'll also be severely punished.

Human greed triumphed over conscience in that instant.

Holding the goji berry water, with tears in her eyes, Song Jia nodded heavily.

"Thank you, instructor... You're so kind, instructor."

"That's right."

Chen Zheng patted her shoulder with satisfaction, "Get some rest and don't feel guilty."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left.

All that was left in the dormitory was a group of dumbfounded female soldiers and Song Jia, who was trembling with fear as she held her last meal.

Half an hour later, under the shade of a tree in the military region, Anran and Ram and their group were contemplating life.

Looking at the distant white clouds, Ram couldn't help but start speculating: "Do you think Song Jia has some dirt on the instructor, like she caught him wearing women's clothes in the middle of the night?"

Meng Yi remained expressionless, but her tone carried a hint of uncertainty.

"It's unlikely. Given the instructor's skills, if Song Jia had really found him, the body would probably be flowing into the Pacific Ocean by now."

"Why would that be?" Ram was completely baffled. "Could it be that the instructor has been possessed, or that Song Jia has cast a spell on him?"

the other side.

An Ran was fiercely boxing against a big tree, her mind constantly replaying Chen Zheng's tenderness towards Song Jia that morning, and a bitter feeling welled up in her heart.

I was here first.

Whether it's learning gun-fu or constantly showing off my abilities in front of Chen Zheng, I was the one who got here first!

Why... why are you so skilled at this?!

"snort."

An Ran snorted coldly and slammed her elbow hard against the tree trunk, knocking down a large number of leaves.

"Whether it's a curse or something, this treatment is just outrageous."

"As an instructor, treating all team members equally is a basic requirement and a matter of professional ethics!"

"It's a pity the keyboard isn't here..." Ram sighed. "If the keyboard were here, she could have hacked Song Jia's phone and maybe found out something!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Nan simply shook her head: "I don't think even if the keyboard were here, we might not be able to find anything. In my opinion, something must have happened between the two of them yesterday, when we were all out shopping..."

As someone who has been pursued by Chen Zheng, she is the most experienced among the Mulans.

at this time.

Chen Zheng, who was sitting with his legs crossed in his office, was frantically calling out to the system in his mind.

"Feed? The system?"

"I've gone to such lengths—delivering lovingly prepared breakfasts, granting special privileges, even giving away my own goji berry water—why hasn't this triggered the quest yet?"

The system still did not respond.

"No, no, didn't we just talk about this yesterday? We can't be so focused on personal gain!"

"Even if I can't trigger the mission, I must do everything in my power to make amends to Song Jia and ensure that she doesn't suffer any lingering trauma because of me!"

As he thought this, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Damn it, that's what they say, but how can I make up for the mistake I made?"