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

"Eat, eat, all you ever do is eat!"

Lam glared at her, annoyed. "How can you be so thick-skinned? Didn't you hear what Song Jia said? After hearing that, can you still eat?"

Guo Huaiying blinked: "Huh? What did Sister Song Jia say?"

The keyboard user put down the bowl: "Alright, alright, it's better for her not to know. Not knowing is happier than knowing."

"That's terrible, really terrible."

Ram slumped on the table, looking utterly listless. "No wonder Sister Song Jia is a germaphobe. If I were her, I'd probably be living in disinfectant every day."

Meng Yi also sighed, which was rare for her, and put down her chopsticks.

She always thought that Song Jia was like her, simply liking something extreme.

He was obsessed with the sharpness of a blade, while Song Jia was obsessed with the precision of poison.

I only realize now that it wasn't love, but a kind of twisted self-protection.

Anran sat silently, unable to eat anything, constantly recalling the image of Song Jia crying uncontrollably.

"How filthy! It's full of bugs!"

She suddenly understood Chen Zheng a little better; he hadn't punished Song Jia on the spot, nor had he said a single harsh word to her.

Faced with such exaggerated childhood trauma, rules and discipline must be temporarily set aside.

......

It was late at night.

On the grass next to the training ground, Chen Zheng sat alone, gazing up at the moon in the sky.

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

In my mind, the system's task panel was still lit up.

Uncovering the root cause has been achieved, and a cure is possible...

To be fair, in terms of psychological trauma, the previous two personal storylines of Guo Huaiying and Jianpan are like Einstein and Chen Ping compared to Song Jia's.

You ask who Chen Ping is? He is Chen Zheng's good friend from a previous life. Once, during a math exam in school, he came up with the excellent answer that the old lady's running speed was 200 km/s.

This level of psychological trauma would be a headache even for professional psychologists, let alone someone like him who has absolutely no related admiration.

Guo Huaiying was being manipulated; all we need to do is bring that person here.

If your keyboard is afraid to meet your friend, just take her to meet her.

But for someone like Song Jia, shouldn't we take her back to Kensington Avenue to confront her fears?

That's not desensitization therapy, that's murder.

The person would probably go crazy on the plane before even reaching Philadelphia.

"Ugh."

Chen Zheng scratched his hair in frustration.

This was the first time he had ever been so helpless with a task assigned by the system.

Just then, footsteps came from behind.

Before the man even arrived, Chen Zheng said without turning his head:

"Anran, you're getting bolder and bolder than ever to be out of bed at this hour and show up in front of the instructors so openly."

The person behind him did not reply.

A few seconds later, a figure sat down next to him.

It was indeed peaceful.

She followed Chen Zheng's example, hugging her knees and looking up at the moon.

The evening breeze tousled her neat short hair.

Both of them remained silent, and the atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

In the distance, on the tree-lined path of the camp.

Two patrolmen on night duty saw this scene from afar.

"Holy crap, isn't that Instructor Chen and Captain An Ran?" The young disciplinary soldier nudged the veteran next to him and whispered, "A lone man and woman, looking at the moon by the grove in the middle of the night..."

Upon hearing this, the veteran glanced at the brick and then chuckled, "You don't know anything, kid. This is called the sublimation of revolutionary friendship."

"Who is Instructor Chen? He's the most legendary figure in the military region right now!"

"Where's Captain An Ran? The brigade commander's daughter, the face of our military region!"

"These two are a match made in heaven!"

"Well... class monitor, should we go over and remind them to be mindful of their behavior?"

"Remind me what?!"

The veteran slapped him on the back of the head. "Let's just pretend we didn't see anything. As their fans, we shouldn't bother them. Don't you know what it means to help others achieve their goals?"

The young inspector covered his head, nodded repeatedly, and then revealed a knowing smile.

"Got it, got it!"

On the grass.

After a long silence, An Ran finally spoke.

"What...are you planning to do about Song Jia's situation?"

Chen Zheng took another sip of water and shook his head helplessly: "What the hell can I do? She can only rely on herself."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but sigh, "This kind of psychological trauma can't be cured by training or reasoning."

"I can't possibly take her back to those places to resolve her inner conflict. What if I drive her crazy? Where am I supposed to find a new team medic then?"

Hearing this, An Ran's heart sank.

Even the all-powerful instructor found it difficult, so it seemed the situation was more serious than she had thought.

She turned her head and looked at Chen Zheng's profile. In the moonlight, his usually lazy face was now full of fatigue.

The man in front of me doesn't seem to be able to handle everything.

He also has worries and problems he can't solve.

"Before, I always thought that as long as we became strong enough, there was no mission we couldn't complete, no enemy we couldn't defeat," An Ran said softly. "But now it seems that some enemies are invisible and intangible."

"yes."

Chen Zheng nodded and looked at her. "The hardest battle is in your heart."

Eyes facing each other.

An Ran could see her own reflection in Chen Zheng's eyes.

Her heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.

"And... what about you?"

An Ran asked, almost as if possessed, "Is there also a tough battle raging in your heart?"

Chen Zheng paused for a moment, then chuckled, turned back, and looked at the moon again.

"My battles are long over."

An Ran looked at him, but didn't ask any more questions. She just quietly moved closer to him and sat down a little closer.

"Instructor."

"Um?"

"If there's anything we can do for you, just let us know."

Her voice was quite firm.

"We are a team; her battle is also our battle."

"I want to help you too."

Chen Zheng felt a warmth in his heart upon hearing this.

Looking at the girl beside him, who had grown from a thorny rose into a strong and resilient one, he couldn't help but smile.

"understood."

Then he reached out and ruffled An Ran's hair as he would ruffle Su Xiao's hair.

But halfway through reaching out, he felt it wasn't appropriate, so he casually patted her shoulder instead.

"Alright, go back to sleep. We'll be busy tomorrow."

An Ran hummed in agreement, but did not move.

She seemed to really enjoy the quiet moment.

The two military policemen in the distance were so excited when they saw Chen Zheng patting their shoulders that they almost fainted.

The veteran thought for a moment, then quickly said, "This is called... shipping couples, right!"

"Yeah, I hit it!" the young soldier replied hastily, waving his hands excitedly. "Damn it, I was born to see this! Even if I died on the spot, it would be worth it!"