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

The lights coming on made everyone a little awkward.

This is especially true for Enron.

She was pinned down by Chen Zheng with an absolutely dominant posture, unable to move, her nose filled with the scent of a man.

My face burned intensely.

The other three people stood frozen by the bed, completely dumbfounded.

Ram's eyes widened, her gaze shifting between the two people on the bed and her chest, her expression complex.

Meng Yi still had that cold expression, but she turned her face away.

This ceiling is truly amazing.

Only Keyboard, as the team's historian and partner of justice, after a brief moment of shock, once again steadily pointed his phone's camera at the scene on the bed.

A righteous historian will record everything.

Chen Zheng propped himself up and moved away from An Ran, but one hand was still on her shoulder.

Seeing him slowly stand up, Ram was the first to jump up: "Report...Reporting, Instructor!!"

"We...we're here to check on you! Yes, to check on your accommodations, especially since the weather's been so unpredictable lately!"

Chen Zheng raised an eyebrow: "Hmm, not bad."

Seeing that the keyboard was about to break, he quickly stepped forward as well.

"Report to the instructor: Based on the real-time fluctuation analysis of the team's mental health index, we have determined that team member Song Jia's negative emotion threshold has reached the critical point."

"To prevent an irreversible decline in combat effectiveness, we have decided to implement a Level A emergency intervention plan. The objective is to request tactical guidance from the Supreme Commander!"

This explanation was incomprehensible to both Chen Zheng and An Ran.

The situation was getting increasingly out of control.

"Shut up, all of you!"

An Ran roared.

She didn't know where the strength came from, but she pushed Chen Zheng, who was still pressing down on her, and jumped off the bed.

Then he took a step back, bringing his heels together.

With a snap, he straightened his back and gave Chen Zheng a standard military salute.

"Instructor, we've come to you for help!"

The other three also snapped out of their daze and quickly lined up to salute.

Chen Zheng looked at the girls in front of him, then slowly sat up, grabbed a T-shirt and put it on, then sat cross-legged on the bed and looked at them.

"explain."

With permission, the group chattered on and on about Song Jia's situation and their concerns.

From Song Jia's previous candor to her current state, and the oppressive atmosphere of the entire team.

"Instructor, we know that breaking into the dormitory at night is a serious crime, you can punish us however you want!"

An Ran lowered her hand, her tone pleading.

"Solitary confinement or weighted cross-country running, we'll accept it! But please, please help Song Jia!"

"Yes, instructor."

Ram's eyes also reddened.

"She doesn't even dare to eat rice now. If this continues, she'll be ruined!"

After speaking, the four girls bowed deeply to Chen Zheng once again.

Chen Zheng did not get angry after hearing this.

He simply looked at the group quietly, then sighed softly.

It seemed he had already guessed that these girls would come to him to cause trouble for their companions.

"Come with me."

He got out of bed and put on his shoes.

The four girls looked at each other, and then had no choice but to follow.

Chen Zheng led them into a storage room.

He walked to a metal cabinet that was about half his height, took out a key from his pocket, and unlocked it.

The cabinet door opened, and everyone's hearts jumped.

There were no weapons or anything related to training in the cabinet.

There was only one wrinkled piece of clothing.

Chen Zheng took out the clothes and casually threw them on the ground.

It was a set of tattered, stained clothes belonging to a homeless person.

But it is not important.

Importantly, on that worn-out gray coat and trouser legs, dozens... no, hundreds of off-white insects were densely attached, still wriggling slightly under the light.

Each one was plump and full, huddled together.

"vomit!"

Ram was the first to lose control; she covered her mouth, rushed to the corner, and began to dry heave.

Keyboard's face turned pale, and his stomach churned violently.

Even the usually composed Meng Yi subconsciously tightened her grip on the bone knife at her waist, her eyes still filled with disgust.

Only An Ran forced herself to stare at it, no matter how disgusting it was. This was Song Jia's nightmare, and as the team leader, she needed to take the lead before letting Song Jia face this thing directly.

Seeing their pale faces, Chen Zheng remained quite calm.

He squatted down, picked up a maggot with two fingers, and held it up in front of them.

"Don't be nervous, it's fake."

"It's not a real bug. I asked the props department of the performing arts troupe to rush it out with silicone. They demanded realism in every detail, and they were quite capable. It really is real."

fake?

The group breathed a sigh of relief, but looking at the pile of stuff again still made them feel nauseous.

It's so realistic; even the oily sheen when the insect twitches is exactly the same.

"Instructor, what are you trying to do with this thing?"

An Ran swallowed hard and asked the question that everyone present was wondering.

Chen Zheng stood up, clapped his hands, and scanned each of their faces with his gaze. He said quite seriously, "It's very simple."

"I want to tailor a treatment plan specifically for Song Jia."

As he spoke, he pointed to the clothes on the ground.

"I will wear it, play the homeless man, and push her back to the limit of fear."

"Either she completely collapses in fear, or she fights back against me at her limit and is reborn from the ashes."

After these words were spoken, the storage room fell into a long silence.

The girls all looked at Chen Zheng as if he were crazy.

While this plan is incredibly audacious, it is also extremely dangerous.

This isn't training; it's gambling with a soldier's mental well-being.

Ignoring their shock, Chen Zheng bent down to pick up the nauseating costume and walked up to An Ran.

"I need your absolute cooperation for this plan."

"It might succeed, or it might drive Song Jia completely insane."

"Therefore, I'm giving you the choice."

"Do you guys dare to take this gamble with me?"

An Ran looked at the clothes in front of her, where white insects were twitching slightly, as if mocking her hesitation.

Her mind went completely blank, leaving only Chen Zheng's question.

Do you dare?!

After a moment of contemplation, An Ran took a breath, slowly raised her head, and looked at her teammates.

Ram had stopped gagging and was looking at her with a rather determined gaze.

The keyboard leaned against the wall, her face still pale, but the fist I thrust into her showed her stance.

Meng Yi's bone knife had been sheathed at some point, and she simply looked at An Ran in silence.

Needless to say.

They are one.

Song Jia's battle is the battle of all of them.

An Ran's gaze, initially hesitant, gradually became incredibly firm.

She reached out her still slightly trembling hand and tightly grasped Chen Zheng's wrist.

"Reporting, Instructor!"

"Mulan Squad, a four-person team, volunteering!"