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

When Chen Zheng spoke, the noisy cafeteria immediately fell silent.

Guo Huaiying also stopped doing push-ups, got up covered in sweat, and stood up obediently.

Everyone raised their glasses, their eyes fixed intently on Chen Zheng.

"You've had a pretty tough year."

Chen Zheng spoke up, still casually, "Eating raw meat, crawling through mud pits, and getting a thorough dressing-down from me."

"but."

As he spoke, he paused, his gaze softening slightly.

"You made it through."

"This toast is for yourselves."

Chen Zheng raised his glass and clinked it with everyone in the air.

"I have no other requests for you in the new year."

"Live!"

"Get stronger!"

"Yes!!" the girls answered in unison.

Several cups collided together, spilling their drinks, but nobody seemed to care.

Taking advantage of the chaos, An Ran leaned close to Chen Zheng's ear and whispered, "Instructor, Happy New Year."

Chen Zheng turned his head to the side, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Yeah, happy."

……

After lunch, on the playground.

"Fireworks are going off!!"

Jiang Nan excitedly ran to the middle of the open space, clutching a specially made firework tube that had been rigorously examined by Chen Zheng and had its gunpowder content reduced.

"Maintain a safe distance!"

Chen Zheng, still worried, called out, "If you burn the lawn, you'll have to replant grass for me tomorrow!"

"Don't worry, instructor! This is the safe version!"

Jiang Nan took out a lighter, lit the fuse, covered her ears, and ran away.

snort~

A burst of fire shot into the sky.

Although it wasn't as powerful as a C4 explosion, the colorful lights still illuminated the entire camp after it exploded in the night sky.

boom! boom! boom!

Multicolored light shone on everyone's face.

Lamu was pulling Guo Huaiying into an unknown Tibetan dance, while Shen Doudou leaned on Meng Yi's shoulder, yawning but reluctant to close her eyes.

Song Jia was thinking of eating some purple dumplings herself to see the effect, but An Ran pulled her back.

The keyboard-wielding man held up his phone, the camera aimed at the fireworks in the sky, and also at his lively comrades.

Chen Zheng stood in the shadows, still holding the warm thermos in his hands.

The firelight flickered on and off on his face.

At this moment, there are no devilish instructors or abused female soldiers here, only family members.

"Instructor, aren't you going to make a wish?"

An Ran walked up to him without him noticing, put her hands behind her back, and looked up at the sky.

"Make a wish?"

Chen Zheng scoffed, "That's the behavior of the weak. The strong only believe in themselves."

"Tch, boring."

An Ran pouted, "But I promised."

"Oh? What did you promise?"

I won't tell you.

An Ran turned her head away with an air of arrogance.

After a moment of silence, she suddenly asked, "Instructor, do you have a home?"

"Can't go home for Chinese New Year... Don't you miss home?"

She's a local, and her father lives nearby.

But she had never heard Chen Zheng mention his family, and that section was even blank in his file.

On this day of family reunion, this man, who is usually almost omnipotent, looked somewhat lonely from behind.

Chen Zheng paused for a moment.

Family?

In his previous life, he was an orphan, raised by the state as a weapon.

In this life, he was a lonely soul who had transmigrated here, with nothing to hold him back.

He looked at Lamu and Guo Huaiying chasing and playing in the distance, Song Jia wiping Shen Doudou's mouth, and the fireworks filling the sky, and smiled.

Why are you thinking about that?

"Home is where my heart is."

……

"Five, four, three, two, one!"

Happy Chinese New Year!

As the electronic clock reached zero, the festive atmosphere in the entire Mulan camp reached its peak.

Outside, firecrackers were popping and crackling all around, while inside the cafeteria, girls were holding drinks and staying up late to welcome the New Year.

"Alright, stop howling."

Chen Zheng sat in the main seat and slowly took out a thick stack of red envelopes from his pocket.

"Since you call me instructor, I can't just leave without showing some appreciation during the New Year."

"Come on, everyone gets some, take it yourself."

"Wow! Long live the drill instructor!"

Ram was the fastest, and was the first to dart up.

"I want the thickest one!"

She snatched the top bulging red envelope, her face beaming with joy.

"It's so thick, it must be worth at least two thousand yuan, right? We're rich now!"

As Ramm muttered to himself, he tore open the seal.

Everyone craned their necks to look at her.

however.

When Ram pulled the contents out, the entire room fell silent.

That's not a red bill.

It was a stack of folded A4 paper.

Ram's hand trembled slightly as she used the light to make out the words on it.

[Special Training Voucher for Hell Week: 50km Cross-Country Run with Weights]

[Note: Since you've eaten dumplings, you need to burn off the calories. I'm doing this for your own good.]

pat.

The note fell to the ground.

Ram's face turned green.

"This...this is a red envelope? Instructor, you're trying to kill me!"

"What are you saying?"

Chen Zheng took a sip of Pepsi and said matter-of-factly, "This is called 'New Year, New Look,' helping you break through your limits. Do you want this blessing?"

"I don't want to!!" Ram screamed like a pig being slaughtered.

After the first one was caught, the rest of them dared not make a move.

The red envelopes that seemed so tempting just now are now worse than nothing.

"What? Do I have to treat you?" Chen Zheng raised an eyebrow.

Keyboard pushed up his glasses, took a deep breath, and said, "If I don't go to hell, who will!"

She stepped forward and faced death with unwavering resolve.

[Anti-hacking attack and defense drill voucher]

[Note: Real hackers are always prepared, even during the Chinese New Year. Don't sleep tonight; I might randomly attack your firewall.]

The keyboard went black, and he collapsed into the chair.

"Oh no, my liver... my hairline..."

Then, cries of agony filled the air.

Guo Huaiying drew the "Enhanced Resistance Training" and was personally struck by Chen Zheng.

Jiang Nan drew the "Miniature Bomb Disposal Simulation Course", but if she failed to defuse it, she would be covered in ink from the explosion.

Meng Yi is a bit better; it's an analysis of "bare-handed bear fighting techniques," but no matter how you look at it, it's hard to call it a proper New Year's gift.

Chen Zheng looked at the group of gloomy-faced female soldiers and chuckled mischievously.

"Don't look so gloomy, this is all so that you can beat the Phoenix team."

"If we lose, we won't have a chance to practice anymore."

That's a pretty rude thing to say, but everyone understands the point.

Although I understand this principle, I still find it hard to accept...

Finally, there was only one red envelope left on the table.

That was for Anran.

Unlike other people's red envelopes, this one is very flat and small, and it feels hard when you squeeze it.

"Go, Captain."

Ram waved his hand listlessly. "Let's see if you can do five hundred push-ups or two thousand squats."

An Ran pursed her lips, walked up, picked up the red envelope, and tore it open.

There was no note, only a small metal ring that slid down the opening and landed right in her palm.

It was a small brass ring.

It's not very refined; you can tell it was hand-ground, and the edges are a bit rough.