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

At midday, the sun was shining brightly.

Room 304, the dormitory for female soldiers of Mulan, had its curtains drawn tightly shut, and the atmosphere inside was very heavy.

Song Jia sat in the center of her bed, holding her precious first-aid kit in her arms, her body trembling slightly.

She was surrounded by a group of teammates, all exuding a murderous aura.

Anran sat calmly in the chair opposite, her long legs crossed and her arms clasped around her chest.

Her usually imposing eyes were now narrowed into slits, gleaming with a cold light.

"Speak."

"Do you have a terminal illness, or did you drug the instructor?"

"He delivers breakfast so early in the morning, and then he makes you line up for lunch. The way he looks at you, you'd think he was your father."

Back when An Ran had just learned gun-fu, Chen Zheng looked at her as if she were a monkey who could do math.

But when it comes to Song Jia, they treat her like a precious gem, afraid of breaking her if they hold her in their hands or melting her if they keep her in their mouths.

Today is a day off; at most, I'll just deliver some food.

If she doesn't rest today, it's likely that everyone else is training hard while Song Jia is just watching from the sidelines.

"that is."

Lam also came over, plopped down on the edge of the bed, pinched Song Jiale's face, and pulled it fiercely to both sides.

"Confess and you'll be treated leniently; resist and you'll be punished severely!"

"That instructor is so stingy, he usually won't even give you a single compressed biscuit, but today he actually gave you all his goji berry water."

Even Meng Yi, who is usually the most composed, leaned against the wardrobe, trimming her nails with a bone knife, and coldly added a remark.

"If you've cast a spell on the instructor, I advise you to teach us how to do it, so we can all have a better time under him, otherwise..."

She blew the powder off her nails, leaving her words unfinished, but the threat couldn't be clearer.

Under such intense interrogation, Song Jia's psychological defenses quickly crumbled.

She was already incredibly guilty, and now, facing interrogation from everyone, she was completely numb from losing so much.

"I'm not sick."

Song Jia covered her face and whispered, "I...I lied to him."

The air froze instantly.

An Ran's arms crossed froze, Lamu stopped pinching her cheek, and Meng Yixiu's nail trimming also stopped.

Even Shen Doudou, who had just sneaked back from outside and was about to climb into bed for a nap, slipped on the ladder upon hearing this and almost fell off.

"cheat?"

An Ran blinked, wondering if she had misheard. "You just said 'liar'?"

In this base, you can fool anyone.

You can lie to Commander An and say you don't have enough funds to ask for more money. Even if he finds out, he'll just scold you a few times at most.

You can also lie to the cafeteria chef and say you're not full. He knows you're lying so you can eat more, and the next second he'll stuff braised pork into your mouth.

But what about that devilish instructor who treats people like animals?

Isn't this like an old man eating poison, tired of living?

Song Jia sniffed. Now that she had spoken, she might as well go all out.

She recounted how, yesterday afternoon in the abandoned warehouse, in order to retaliate against Chen Zheng's probing and to deceive him about the top-notch experimental equipment, she fabricated a heartbreaking and tragic childhood story that would move anyone who heard it to tears.

She then revealed in detail how her acting skills exploded, moving Chen Zheng to tears and ultimately convincing him to be crippled.

"...Then I told him that I had a really tough childhood, that my best friend was beaten to a pulp, and he believed me..."

Song Jia's voice grew softer and softer until she buried her head in her knees, not daring to look at her teammates' expressions.

After hearing this explanation, the entire dormitory fell into an eerie silence.

I was wondering why the sky had cleared up; turns out it was you who left everyone speechless.

A full minute later, Lamu looked at Song Jia with an expression as if she were looking at a martyr.

"You mean you toyed with that 'King of Hell' who completely crushed Zhao Lei in a one-on-one fight?"

"You took advantage of his sympathy, freeloaded off him, got him to approve some incredibly advanced experimental equipment for you, and even made him take meticulous care of you?"

Song Jia huddled up and nodded weakly.

boom.

The thunder was silent.

This doesn't look like Mulan's team doctor at all.

This is simply a warrior like Mulan, the Mount Everest of reckless courage, a hero worthy of being recorded in human history.

"I just acted impulsively at the time..."

Seeing the look of utter disbelief from her teammates, Song Jia completely panicked.

She grabbed An Ran's hand, who was closest to her, and cried out, "Captain! Sister An Ran! Please help me!"

"Is it too late for me to confess now? Or should I go and beg for forgiveness?"

"Please plead with the instructor for me, say I have schizophrenia, and that the person yesterday wasn't me..."

However, faced with this weighty plea for help...

An Ran simply jerked her hand back as if she had been electrocuted.

She jumped up from the chair, took three big steps back, and retreated all the way to the door, her face full of panic.

"Don't touch me."

An Ran spread her hands in front of her chest, and said with a righteous expression, "I don't know you."

"Don't even think about dragging me down with this heinous crime that could punish nine generations of your family."

"Even if my dad is a brigade commander, he'll probably suffer if I do this."

What a joke.

That's Chen Zheng.

Chen Zheng, who would be subjected to extra training until he vomited blood even if he slacked off even slightly during regular training.

Now you're telling him that you made a fool of him and cheated him out of his feelings and money?

If they were all implicated, it's questionable whether the entire Mulan story could even continue to exist.

"That's right."

While seemingly calmly wiping the bone knife, Meng Yi had actually been quietly pulling everyone in front of her, saying, "This is hopeless. Let's prepare for the worst."

She lifted her eyelids and glanced at Song Jia.

"If what you said to the instructor is true, he will pity you and treat you like his own daughter."

"But what if it's fake..."

With a flick of her wrist, Meng Yi sent the bone knife slicing through the air with a cold glint.

"He will make this a reality."

Song Jia's face turned deathly pale, her lips trembled, and she couldn't even cry anymore.

Will it become real?

Is he planning to cripple himself, or erase himself from this world?

"That's terrible, really terrible."

Ram shook her head, her face full of grief, but she quickly took out paper and pen from the drawer.

She spread the paper on the table, and with a flourish of her pen, she began to use her intelligence to write the elegiac couplet.

"Comrade Song Jia, although we are comrades-in-arms, I really enjoy the medicinal cuisine you make."

"But we are powerless in the face of the instructor's anger."

As Ram wrote, she pretended to wipe away tears.

"You even took advantage of his kindness, that's a capital offense."

The first line reads: "His handsome face is still there, and his smiling countenance remains."

The second line reads: "Those who do zuo (act recklessly) will not die, and will find peace in their graves."

Horizontal scroll: This is fate.

"Wow."

Song Jia finally couldn't hold back anymore, collapsed onto the bed, and let out a desperate wail.

"I'm not playing anymore, I want to go home!"