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

The two of them struggled for more than an hour.

"Are you sure you don't need me to see you off again?"

Su Xiao's face was full of reluctance. "How about I stay at the guesthouse near your military region's gate tonight and bring you breakfast tomorrow morning?"

The keyboard's eyelids twitched involuntarily.

Bringing breakfast was just a pretense; her real intention was probably to harbor strange thoughts about Chen Zheng.

The thought of her silly best friend, who had somehow become such a lovesick and infatuated person, gave Keyboard a headache.

She sighed, then, imitating Chen Zheng, reached out and ruffled Su Xiao's hair.

"Alright, stop thinking about all that nonsense. Finding a proper job is the most important thing."

"As for pursuing men, take my advice: Chen Zheng is a dangerous man, you can't handle him."

"Okay, okay, my dear brother."

Su Xiao responded verbally, but her eyes were already drifting towards the military camp, her face full of a lovesick smile.

Seeing the keyboard like this, I just feel exhausted.

Tired, destroy it.

People who are obsessed with love won't turn back until they hit a brick wall.

She waved, turned around, and with her simple bag on her back, walked step by step toward the familiar camp.

The moment Keyboard stepped into Mulan's camp, she keenly sensed that something was wrong.

It's too quiet.

At this time of day, even during rest, it wouldn't be this quiet. There would always be the sounds of Ram's loud voice and Guo Huaiying's muffled groans. Why can't we see a single ghost today?

The entire camp fell into an eerie silence.

What's going on here, a collective silence training exercise?

Keyboard pushed up his glasses, a sense of unease creeping into his mind. He then slowed his pace and headed towards the dormitory building.

But the further I walked, the more intense my unease became.

As she passed the corner of a building, she caught a glimpse of several figures out of the corner of her eye.

Anran, Lamu, Mengyi, and the others huddled furtively in the corner, their heads huddled together, peering tentatively at the open space not far away.

The keyboard squinted its eyes curiously.

The expressions on those people's faces were priceless.

I was both scared and excited.

Just like a girl on a date with her boyfriend.

I'm afraid he won't come, and I'm also afraid he'll do something reckless.

"What are you looking at?"

Keyboard's curiosity was piqued, and it quietly crept over and patted Ram's shoulder, who was closest to it.

"what!"

Ram was so frightened that she almost flew out of her skin, and she was lifted off the spot with a scream.

Before the keyboard could react, Ram had already covered her mouth with her hand, whispering, "Shh! Are you crazy?!"

The keyboard was suffocated by the suffocation and almost died on the spot. It could only stare wide-eyed and make muffled protesting noises.

An Ran, who was standing to the side, turned around with a rather solemn expression.

She shook her head at the keyboard, then gestured with her eyes for her to look at it herself.

Ram then released his grip.

Keyboard took a breath and then followed their gaze to the open space.

With just one glance, she was so shocked that she almost dropped her glasses.

In the open space, two people are facing off.

Chen Zheng, and Song Jia.

Chen Zheng crossed his arms, his expression still gentle yet somewhat lazy, with a faint smile on his lips.

He seemed completely unaware that the injured lamb he had carefully cared for for three days was actually a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Opposite him, Song Jia had her head down, her hands tightly gripping the hem of her clothes, her body trembling in the twilight breeze.

Compared to her, even a front-loading washing machine is quiet.

"What... what's going on?" Keyboard asked in a low voice.

"Judgment Day has arrived."

Ram leaned close to her ear and, at top speed, recounted how Song Jia had deceived the emperor in an abandoned warehouse and how she had tearfully fabricated a tragic childhood story.

She then succinctly recounted how Chen Zheng, this living devil, had been made a fool of for three whole days.

After hearing this, the keyboard user felt their legs go weak: "She...she lied to the instructor? She even scammed him out of food, drinks, and equipment?"

"That's right."

An Ran added in a deep voice, "And judging from the looks of it, the instructor seems to be here to ask about her friend, so it can't be kept a secret any longer."

The keyboard then looked at the trembling figure in the center of the field, and a hint of sympathy appeared in its eyes.

Sister, rest in peace.

This time next year, we'll remember to burn extra paper money for you.

The atmosphere on the field was extremely tense.

Finally, Chen Zheng broke the silence.

His voice was as gentle as ever: "The holiday is almost over, have you contacted your friends?"

This gentle greeting sent a shiver down Song Jia's spine.

What was bound to happen has finally happened.

She knew that she no longer had any chance of escaping unscathed.

One lie leads to countless others that need to be told to cover it up.

Now, the snowball of this lie has grown so big that she can no longer push it aside.

Song Jia slowly, slowly took a deep breath.

Then, she raised her head.

But those eyes, which were usually filled with smiles, were unusually firm at this moment, even carrying a sense of liberation and resolute determination.

Under the astonished gazes of onlookers in the distance, Song Jia bowed deeply to Chen Zheng.

"Reporting to the instructor, I was wrong."

Chen Zheng's smile faltered slightly.

Song Jia straightened up, her back which had been slightly hunched with fear, and looked directly into Chen Zheng's eyes, saying, "I don't have that friend."

"That story doesn't exist."

As soon as the words were spoken, time seemed to stand still.

In the distance, An Ran, Ram, and the others didn't dare to breathe, their hearts leaping into their throats.

Watching Chen Zheng's smile slowly fade, Song Jia mustered her last strength and shouted, "It was all a lie! I've been lying to you for so long, I'm so sorry!"

The wind stopped.

The birdsong in the distance also abruptly stopped.

The smile on Chen Zheng's face did not disappear immediately; instead, it deepened.

The corners of her mouth curved upwards more and more, and her eyes became gentler, even carrying a hint of doting.

But Song Jia, on the other hand, felt like she was already completely hyped up.

Even though she was wearing training clothes, she couldn't avoid feeling a strong chill.

That is the instinctive fear in a creature's DNA when facing a predator.

Chen Zheng raised his hand, unscrewed the lid of the thermos, and took a sip of water.

"Made up?"

He repeated softly, his tone quite gentle, "In other words..."

"Whether it's that tragic childhood, the friends who were crippled, or those two lines of your heart-wrenching tears."

"Is it all fake?"

Chen Zheng took a step forward.

That's it.

A terrifying, suffocating aura erupted at that moment, almost making it impossible for Song Jia to breathe.

"so."

Chen Zheng lowered his head, his deep eyes devoid of any warmth.

"You've been playing me for a fool from beginning to end?"