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

Early the next morning.

Less than half a minute after the reveille was blown, hurried footsteps could be heard from the dormitory building of the Mulan Special Forces.

"Hurry up! Don't dawdle!"

"Get your act together! Anyone who messes up today, I'm not letting them off the hook!"

An Ran's voice rang out in the hallway, her tone firm and leaving no room for argument.

……

A dozen minutes later, Chen Zheng arrived at the venue with a thermos cup, arriving just in time.

Although his health is much better now than when he was doing clerical work, he has gotten used to the life of soaking goji berries in a thermos.

Health preservation.

Today, the female soldiers' condition was somewhat beyond his expectations.

The female soldiers stood in a row, each one standing straight and full of energy.

Especially An Ran, who was standing at the very front.

She had changed out of her pink pajamas and put on her neat training uniform.

An Ran raised her chin slightly, her eyes looking at Chen Zheng without fear, but with a hint of provocation.

It was as if she wanted to rush up and bite him, or as if she was waiting for his praise.

"Yo." Chen Zheng blew on his breath and took a sip of hot water. "Looks like you had a good meal last night. You even have the energy to glare at me?"

"Reporting, Instructor! The Mulan Special Forces have assembled! Ten members expected, ten members present! Requesting instructions!"

An Ran's voice was clear, loud, and full of energy.

"Great! Very energetic!"

Chen Zheng nodded in satisfaction, but he was making plans in his mind.

Being in good spirits is a good thing; it means you can withstand any hardship.

The system's task progress bar is still empty.

"Since everyone is in such good spirits, let's continue with yesterday's lesson."

Chen Zheng put down his thermos, his gaze sweeping over everyone. "Everyone, grab your guns! Continue practicing gunfighting!"

Upon hearing this, the female soldiers, who had been full of fighting spirit just moments before, instantly changed their expressions.

"Report..." Ram took a step forward with a pained expression and slowly raised his right hand. "Instructor... this really can't be practiced anymore."

"We were tossing and turning all afternoon yesterday, and now even the slightest movement is excruciatingly painful. Forget about holding a gun, I even have to hold my toothbrush between my feet when I brush my teeth this morning."

"How about... we take a break today and relax a bit?"

"Yeah, instructor!" Another female soldier next to her rubbed her wrist. "If we keep training like this, my hand will be ruined. This must be what they call tendonitis, right?"

The female soldiers nodded in unison, their faces pleading for mercy.

They thought Chen Zheng would do what he did yesterday: make sarcastic remarks, force them to continue practicing, or give them another massage.

Chen Zheng frowned slightly as he watched this scene, but he was secretly overjoyed.

Just when I was wondering how to steer the conversation toward physical training, this was like a godsend.

If these girls insisted on practicing shooting, he really couldn't forcefully interrupt them.

Since they actively want to give up...

Chen Zheng sighed, then put on a reasonable expression.

"Sigh, it seems I was too hasty."

He walked up to Ram and pretended to look at the swollen hand.

"That's true. It wouldn't be good if a girl were to become disabled. Look how swollen she is, like a steamed bun."

Chen Zheng's sudden easygoing nature surprised all the female soldiers present.

Has the sun risen in the west?

Before they could react, Chen Zheng suddenly put on a serious expression and waved his hand:

"In that case, I hereby announce that, for everyone's health, gun-fu training will be suspended starting today!"

"We fully respect everyone's wishes and will never force anyone!"

After all, with such a poor foundation, even if they are forced to practice, they won't achieve anything significant and are more likely to go astray.

There was a two-second silence after he said that.

Then, someone started it, and an uncontrollable cheer erupted from the crowd.

"Wuhu! Long live the instructors!"

"Finally, I don't have to flick my wrist anymore! My hand is saved!"

"Instructor, you look incredibly handsome today! Seriously!"

The female soldiers cheered, and Ram was so happy she almost jumped for joy.

I just wanted to play the victim and slack off, but I didn't expect them to cut this subject altogether!

Happiness came so suddenly, it was almost dizzying.

They thought Chen Zheng had a change of heart and was going to let them go.

Only one person didn't laugh.

An Ran stood there, her expression frozen, her hand still tightly gripping the gun strap.

She spent the whole night reviewing the events!

She had just begun to grasp the thrill of the bullet arcing through the air, the feeling of being in complete control.

The feeling of being one with the gun, of being able to control it as if it were an extension of her own body, excited her so much that she trembled all over.

In order to impress Chen Zheng again today, she secretly got up early this morning and practiced for a while longer.

So this bastard... stopped teaching?

It feels like being newly married and on your wedding night, your partner suddenly says they want to become a monk—it's incredibly painful.

Do you think you're some kind of legendary monk?

"I refuse to accept this!"

An Ran took a sudden step forward, interrupting the cheers of the crowd.

"Why stop? I can practice! My hands are fine!"

As she spoke, she endured the excruciating pain in her wrist and raised the gun with one hand, the muzzle pointing steadily upwards.

"Lamu's hand is swollen because her basic skills aren't solid! Mine isn't swollen!"

"Just give me a few more days... no, just one more day of practice today, and I'll be able to stabilize!"

Chen Zheng's lips twitched as he looked at An Ran's stubborn expression.

He walked a few steps to An Ran and gently pressed down on the muzzle of her gun.

"Captain An, don't be in such a hurry."

People don't cherish things that are too easily obtained.

"Skills are the same."

Seeing An Ran's stunned expression, Chen Zheng withdrew his hand, put it behind his back, and looked inscrutable.

"Gunfu is an advanced technique that requires extremely high physical fitness."

"With your current physique, forcing yourself to train will only ruin your bodies."

"It's like..." Chen Zheng's gaze swept over An Ran's tall but slightly thin figure, "like putting a Ferrari engine on a tractor. If you step on the gas, the whole chassis will fall apart."

"Who are you calling a tractor?!" An Ran glared at him angrily.

Do you understand metaphors and rhetorical devices?

Chen Zheng shrugged, not giving An Ran a chance to continue her outburst.

He took a step back, and a bright smile appeared on his face again.

"The weather looks nice today, let's go for a picnic."

"A...picnic?"

Everyone was stunned.

An Ran also looked up, staring at him blankly.

"Yes, let's go to the back mountain. The air is fresh and the environment is beautiful."

"Bring your water bottles. No need for guns, just bring a knife."

"Let's go get some fresh air and relax."

"Really?!" Ram was the first to react. "Instructor, you're not kidding? It really is a picnic? I want roasted rabbit!"

"If you can catch it, you can eat as much rabbit meat as you want, even dragon meat."

"Wuhu! Long live the instructors!"

The female soldiers were absolutely thrilled.

This happiness came so suddenly that they even forgot that the person in front of them was Chen Zheng.

"Everyone has it!"

"Destination: the back mountain. Get in the car!"

"yes!"