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

The next day, the morning sunlight shone into Chen Zheng's dormitory.

Shen Doudou smacked her lips twice, a trace of drool still hanging from the corner of her mouth, and rubbed comfortably against the human-shaped pillow she was holding.

I don't know why, but I felt like I slept really soundly this time.

Although Guo Huaiying usually looks big and burly, I didn't expect the muscles on her arms to be so elastic, with smooth lines and just the right body temperature.

Shen Doudou hummed contentedly, wrapped her limbs even tighter around his chest, and buried her face deep into his firm chest, rubbing against him.

Suddenly, she caught a faint scent of tobacco.

wrong!

Guo Huaiying doesn't smoke!

Shen Doudou's mind went blank for a moment, and she slowly opened her eyelids.

The vision gradually became clear.

What comes into view is a broad chest, clad in a military green training uniform.

Even worse, a small patch of the sleeve on the training uniform was already soaked with saliva.

My gaze followed stiffly up the straight collar, slowly moving upwards.

He met a pair of slightly tired, yet still indifferent eyes.

Chen Zheng was leaning against the headboard, looking down at the clueless girl in his arms.

Shen Doudou's thoughts completely stalled, her eyes widening like two copper bells.

He stood there stunned for a full half minute before finally managing to scan his surroundings with the corner of his eye.

A desk and a metal wardrobe.

This is hardly a female soldiers' dormitory.

It's the dormitories of the special instructors!

"Oh my god!"

Shen Doudou let out a scream, pushed herself away with both hands, and scrambled to the corner of the bed.

However, the movement was too large, and half of her body was suspended in the air.

With a thud.

She flipped off the edge of the bed, sprawling out on her back, and landed heavily on the floor.

The pain from her buttocks made Shen Doudou wince, but she didn't dare to rub it, instead shrinking tightly into the corner.

She clutched her chest tightly with both hands and asked tremblingly:

"Instructor... Instructor! I... How... How did I get here! What did you do to me!"

Faced with this questioning of the guilty party accusing the innocent first, Chen Zheng didn't even raise an eyebrow.

With a long stride, he straightened up from the bed.

My right arm had been wrapped around this girl all night, and it was starting to feel numb.

He raised his right hand expressionlessly and swung it forcefully twice.

Snapped!Snapped!

"This question shouldn't be asked of me, it should be asked of you."

Chen Zheng flexed his wrists while looking down at the trembling figure on the ground.

"but."

He changed the subject, his gaze sweeping over Shen Doudou, and he couldn't help but shake his head, "Next time you want to sneak into someone else's bed, remember to wear underwear."

Shen Doudou's mind went blank for a moment, and she looked down following that gaze.

The oversized cartoon short-sleeved pajama top she was wearing had its neckline wide open after a night of tossing and turning.

The top two buttons had long since come undone, exposing large areas of skin to the air. She wasn't wearing anything underneath, and anyone who wanted to see could see everything.

Before Shen Doudou could scream, she reached out to cover her chest.

Chen Zheng then curled his lip in disgust: "Don't shout, it hurts the back of my hand."

"I really don't know where all that meat you scramble for in the cafeteria goes. It's not even a cushion; are you just using a few ribs as your defensive armor?"

boom!

Shen Doudou's face instantly turned from deathly pale to bright red.

A blush visibly spread to the base of her ears, and steam kept rising from the top of her head.

That's like killing someone by breaking their spirit!

He broke into the instructor's room at night, took over his bed, and was caught red-handed.

And then she gets teased about her flat figure!

Shen Doudou gripped the collar of her pajamas tightly with both hands, wishing she could dig a three-bedroom apartment out of the concrete floor with her toes and crawl inside.

A surge of heat rushed to the top of her head, her eyelids rolled back, and she almost fainted on the spot.

Seeing this, Chen Zheng could only shake his head again, abandoning his languid demeanor, and slowly asked, "What did you dream about last night?"

Shen Doudou froze, then lowered her head to recall.

Soon, her willow-leaf eyebrows furrowed tightly together again.

Chen Zheng stood quietly in place, neither urging nor going forward to comfort him.

He silently observed all of Shen Doudou's reactions, memorizing every tiny expression she made to compare with the data in the database.

Time passed by, second by second.

Two full minutes passed.

Shen Doudou suddenly relaxed her brow, scratched her head, and laughed, "I...I forgot, hehe..."

Chen Zheng didn't rush to answer, but just stared at her quietly for a full ten seconds.

He got it.

This girl's psychological defenses are stronger than expected; her self-protection mechanism has become ingrained in her instincts.

Those memories only exist in her dreams.

It's actually quite funny.

Originally used to escape painful memories, dreams have become the host of those memories.

Forget it, pressing her any further now would not only be useless, but might also backfire and cause her to have a complete mental breakdown.

Healing this psychological trauma is not something that can be done in a day or two; it requires a more suitable opportunity.

Chen Zheng looked away, picked up his thermos, and took a sip of the goji berry water that had long since cooled down.

After letting out a soft sigh, he shouted sternly:

"If you've forgotten, get back to your room and wash up right now!"

"You have three minutes to get to the playground and prepare for assembly!"

"If you're even a second late, this morning's weighted cross-country race will be increased to 20 kilometers. If you miss a single lap, I'll personally break your legs!"

Shen Doudou felt as if she had been granted a pardon.

This roar, which usually sounds like a death knell, sounded more beautiful than heavenly music to my ears at that moment.

She didn't care about exposing herself at all, and hastily tried to cover the torn neckline of her pajamas.

With a sudden burst of strength from his legs, he leaped up from the ground, tumbling and scrambling towards the door, twisting the doorknob, and bursting out.

In the corridor.

Ram and Anran were sneaking around, eavesdropping against the wall, when they saw a fleeting afterimage.

A gust of wind swept by.

Ram's eyes widened instantly as she stared intently at Shen Doudou's disheveled, flushed back.

She quickly turned to An Ran beside her: "Holy crap! Captain, did you see that?! Your shirt isn't buttoned up! And your face is so red!"

"What utterly inhumane torture they endured!"

"Instructor, this isn't a case of an iron tree blooming, it's a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey!"

"Say something, Captain! Say something!!!!"

An Ran bit her lip hard, her gaze complex.

Looking at the open door, the jealousy in her heart almost overwhelmed her reason.

Inside the room, Chen Zheng held a thermos cup, listening to Ram's frantic torture of An Ran in the corridor.

"Damn it, after a whole night of this, they still won't let me have a peaceful morning. Looks like the training intensity isn't high enough."

He walked expressionlessly to the window, opened it, and let the cold wind slowly dissipate the faint milky scent in the room.

These troublemakers are all so difficult to please.