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

Behind the corner of the wall not far away.

An Ran abruptly covered her eyes, unable to bear watching this brutal and terrifying scene.

Ram's legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground, momentarily forgetting to breathe.

They had seen Chen Zheng get angry.

After all, everyone present had been thoroughly berated by Chen Zheng.

But this time was clearly different. He no longer shouted in a rage, nor did he carry out punishments. Instead, he smiled indifferently.

Just like when he faced those criminals before.

"It's over."

Keyboard sighed, a bead of cold sweat trickling down its forehead. "Song Jia is really going to become a martyr this time. I hope there are still empty spots in the martyrs' cemetery."

Song Jia, who was at the center of the storm, could barely stand.

She wanted to escape, wanted to beg for mercy, but in the end she couldn't make a sound.

She saw pure killing intent in Chen Zheng's eyes.

Even if someone is sentenced to death, at least they know when they will die.

But now, Song Jia has no idea whether she will be reduced to ashes in the next second.

The fire in Chen Zheng's heart had indeed been ignited.

The clown is actually myself?

I genuinely empathized with her, even giving her my own goji berry water, and what was the result?

You're treating me like a fool!

This is not just deception, but also an insult to his intelligence as a soldier king who possesses memories of two lifetimes and boasts of having seen countless people.

"very good."

Chen Zheng clenched his fist slightly. "Since you like acting so much, and you like making up stories so much."

"Then I'll show you what true misery is."

Just as he was about to take action to teach this arrogant little girl a lesson,

Ding.

A crisp electronic voice echoed in his mind.

[Triggering team member 'Song Jia's' exclusive mission: The Poison Master's Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder]

[Mission Description: As a top-tier poison master, she is obsessed with deadly poisons and death, yet suffers from obsessive-compulsive disorder related to cleanliness in her daily life. Behind this contradictory psychology lies a hidden, untold trauma.]

[Mission Objective: To uncover the root cause of Song Jia's fears and cure her obsessive-compulsive disorder related to cleanliness.]

[Mission Reward: Grandmaster-level Potionist Knowledge Base.]

Chen Zheng's hand, which was raised halfway in the air, suddenly stopped.

The raging anger that had been burning within him instantly cooled down when he saw the gleaming golden words "Grandmaster-level Potionistry".

This is really good stuff.

With this thing, whether it's making enhancement potions or some gadgets that make people wish they were dead, it's all a piece of cake.

In comparison, being fooled for a few days is fine, since there's no real loss involved.

Although he should still be punished, otherwise it would damage the instructor's reputation, we'll deal with that later.

With that thought in mind, he took a deep breath.

The terrifying murderous aura vanished in an instant, as if it had never existed.

Instead, his eyes were filled with wisdom.

"Phew~"

Chen Zheng slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, withdrew his hand, and tightened the thermos cup again.

He looked at Song Jia, who was about to lose control of her bladder, and his eyes couldn't help but become playful.

"Stop fucking shaking, or you'll wet your pants."

Song Jia raised her head blankly.

She didn't understand why the instructor, who had been so menacing just moments before, had suddenly stopped.

"It's not impossible for me to forgive you."

Chen Zheng walked up to her, looked down at her, and said in a low voice, "Your acting skills are indeed quite good."

"But some things can't be acted out."

He reached out and grabbed Song Jia's right hand; it was white and delicate, with long, slender fingers.

If you look closely in the sunlight, you'll notice that the skin on your fingertips is somewhat translucent and even has an unnatural red tinge.

Those are traces left by long-term excessive cleaning.

"When you lie to me, you always unconsciously wipe your fingers."

"When you're doing experiments in an abandoned warehouse, you have to change into a new pair of gloves every time you touch a mouse."

"Your dorm bed is always spotless, making it easy to tell which bed is yours at a glance."

Chen Zheng looked into her eyes and continued speaking slowly.

"A person doesn't love things that represent decay and poison without a reason."

"At the same time, they have a morbid pursuit of cleanliness."

"These two things are inherently contradictory."

"unless."

"There's a story behind it..."

Song Jia's pupils suddenly dilated.

Her body stiffened; the feeling of being seen through was a hundred times more painful than facing death.

That was her deepest secret.

Even her parents thought she was just clean, and no one ever connected the two things.

But the man in front of her, whom she had only known for less than a month, saw things so clearly.

"tell me."

Chen Zheng released her hand, took a step back, and put his hands in his pockets. "What's bothering you?"

"What exactly drove you down the path of toxicology?"

Tell me the truth, and I'll pretend nothing happened these past three days.

He pointed in the direction of the abandoned warehouse.

"Your bottles and jars, your laboratory, and that top-of-the-line equipment that hasn't arrived yet, are all yours as before."

This is a deal you can't refuse, but also a cruel choice between two options.

Either be honest and tear open the scars.

You either refuse, lose everything, and have to endure the wrath of the devilish instructor.

Song Jia lowered her head and bit her lip hard until it bled.

She didn't want to talk about it.

but.

If she doesn't talk, the instructor might have other ways to get her to talk.

Time passed second by second.

The setting sun completely disappeared in the distance, and night began to fall.

at last.

Song Jia slowly raised her head, her face as pale as paper, and asked tremblingly, "Instructor."

Have you ever seen a disco?

"Disco?"

Ram, standing in the corner, scratched his head, looking at An Ran with a puzzled expression. "A new kind of popcorn?"

"Shut up."

The latter gave a low rebuke, his brows already furrowed into a knot.

She didn't know what it was, but Song Jia's pale face at that moment showed that it was definitely not something delicious.

On the other side, the keyboard froze upon hearing the word.

When she has nothing to do, she will browse the dark web, and when she is really bored, she will also browse those hardcore sections.

So she was not unfamiliar with this word, and could even say it was somewhat disgusting.

"Don't ask anymore."

Keyboard pushed up his glasses, his face turning pale. "That's not rice, keep listening."

In the center of the open space.

Chen Zheng did not answer immediately.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and quickly searched the Skynet database in his mind.

In just a fraction of a second, countless images and videos related to this term appeared in his mind.

That was definitely not a good sight.

"It seems you've met him before."

Looking at Chen Zheng's expression, Song Jia revealed a smile that was more like a grimace.