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

During training, Chen Zheng asked the team members to rest for a while.

He leaned against the iron pillar next to the horizontal bar and took a sip of goji berry water.

Jiang Nan suddenly appeared from some corner, holding a palm-sized metal cylinder, and excitedly approached Chen Zheng.

"Instructor! Instructor!! Look at this!!"

Chen Zheng glanced down.

The surface of the object was quite smooth, and two copper pipes were welded to the side.

The handwritten label below reads: Improved No. 3.

"I've improved my new small directional explosive device!" Jiang Nan's eyes lit up, clearly excited. "Compared to the last one, this one is 70% less powerful, 40% more accurate, and most importantly, it can be remotely detonated!"

Chen Zheng, holding his thermos, glanced at her expressionlessly.

"Last time, with this series of explosives, you almost blew up the wall of the training ground again. The logistics guys scolded you for two days."

Jiang Nan's smile froze for a moment, but she quickly regained it and kept patting her chest to assure him.

"That was an accident! The parameters weren't set correctly!"

"This time it's a sure thing! I've calculated it several times!"

"Oh?" Chen Zheng raised an eyebrow. "Seventy percent smaller, does that mean only one hole will be blown up?"

Jiang Nan blinked and seriously calculated in her mind.

"About... half?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Zheng rolled his eyes.

"Go back and write a complete technical report, clearly stating all the parameters, material list, and safety distances. We'll talk after the report is approved."

Jiang Nan's shoulders slumped down immediately.

"Instructor, you don't understand art..."

Muttering to herself, she hugged her improved No. 3 and returned to the corner.

Chen Zheng did not disbelieve in Jiang Nan's abilities.

This girl has a real talent for demolition.

But perhaps God opens a door and then closes the window.

She dislikes anything written in a formal, academic style.

Asking Jiang Nan to write the report wasn't a deliberate attempt to obstruct her.

Instead, they forced her to write down all the random thoughts in her head, making it a habit.

Unorthodox playing styles are okay to play occasionally.

If you don't follow the rules and procedures when facing a big situation, you're bound to run into trouble sooner or later.

A short while later, the keyboard came running over from the communications room.

"Instructor! Sign it!"

She held up an application form in front of Chen Zheng.

Chen Zheng glanced down at the table.

The request is for the purchase of several mechanical keyboards and mice for the communications room.

His lips twitched involuntarily.

"The family business is over, and you promised to let me play games to my heart's content!" Keyboard pushed up his glasses and said matter-of-factly.

Chen Zheng stared at the form for two seconds, gave a wry smile, and signed it anyway.

Keyboard's eyes lit up, he grabbed the watch and ran.

He ran a couple of steps and then stopped.

As she passed through the middle of the playground, she saw Yao Yao squatting on the ground, head down, fiddling with something.

The keyboard tilted its head down and leaned closer.

What are you doing?

Yao Yao squatted there, her red scarf on her knees, and was carefully pulling out a loose thread with two fingers.

There's a loose thread on the scarf, and I want to remove it.

I crouched down and took a look at the keyboard.

That loose thread was indeed quite an eyesore, sticking out a little bit from the edge of the stitch.

"No need to do that, just cut it off."

As he spoke, Keyboard pulled a small pair of scissors out of his pocket.

Yao Yao looked at the pair of scissors and tilted her head.

Why do you always carry scissors with you?

Keyboard pushed up his glasses, his expression unchanged.

"Don't ask, it's for opening packages."

With a snap, the loose thread was cut clean.

Yao Yao looked down and checked the scarf, then quickly smiled.

"Thank you, Keyboard Sister!"

The keyboard calmly put away the scissors, stood up, and turned to leave.

"Don't call me sister."

"Call me Sister."

Yao Yao, holding the scarf behind her, called out earnestly.

"Thank you, dear sister!"

Keyboard's ear tips turned red instantly, and he quickened his pace, running towards the communications room without looking back.

……

Song Jia had just finished compiling the health status forms for the team members.

Just as I was about to put it in the file folder, I paused when my finger turned to the last few pages.

She stared at a row of data on the table for several seconds.

According to Chen Zheng's physical examination records over the past two months, he drank goji berry tea almost three times more frequently than normal people.

Song Jia is the team doctor.

Others might think that instructors are just health enthusiasts, drinking goji berry water is the same as old men making tea.

But she doesn't see it that way.

A person in their twenties drinks goji berry water from morning till night, and the amount keeps increasing.

It's either psychological dependence or a real physical problem.

The former is unlikely.

A person like Chen Zheng has a mental fortitude stronger than steel; it's impossible for him to become dependent on a cup of goji berry water.

That leaves only the latter.

But if you were to ask what health problems Chen Zheng might have...

Song Jia scratched her head, closed the file folder, tucked it under her arm, and walked out of the infirmary.

She found Chen Zheng by the training field.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to deliver the medical examination form, Song Jia stood next to Chen Zheng and casually asked a question.

"Instructor, how's your sleep lately?"

Chen Zheng looked up at her, his expression unchanged.

"I'm fine, what's wrong?"

Song Jia smiled and handed over the file folder.

"It's nothing, just checking in on you as usual. The team's medical examination forms are all ready, please take a look."

Chen Zheng took the file folder, flipped through a couple of pages, found nothing unusual, closed it, and handed it back.

"Help the whole team get a routine physical exam, and make sure no one is missed."

Song Jia nodded, took the file folder, and turned to walk back.

I paused for a moment when I reached the entrance to the training ground.

She glanced back at Chen Zheng.

Chen Zheng was holding a thermos and pouring water into his mouth, his movements as natural as could be.

Song Jia stood there in thought for a moment, her lips moved, but in the end she said nothing and turned to leave.

There are some things she shouldn't be asking.

But she will continue to observe.

The morning training session has ended.

An Ran took her training log and walked to the edge of the playground.

Chen Zheng was leaning against the iron railing drinking water when he saw An Ran coming over. He took the diary, flipped through it, and gave her instructions.

"The close-quarters combat sparring session on Wednesday will be swapped with the tactical simulation on Thursday."

"The day after combat training, the body is most fatigued, and tactical simulations are least effective at this time."

"Dive into the scenario first, then engage in combat. When your mind is clear, use your brain first; when your body is tired, use your physical memory to solidify your understanding."

An Ran lowered her head and diligently took notes in her notebook.

"Also, the training time for sniping can be reduced by one hour."

"With Shen Doudou's skill level, it would be a waste to train her too much. The time saved can be used to add a set of weighted cross-country running for Guo Huaiying."

Anran nodded and continued to write down everything he said.

During this period, she arranged all of Mulan's training.