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

Qin Hong scratched her head, subconsciously avoiding his gaze, and her tone became a little awkward.

"If you stay in Beijing for a few more days... come visit our Phoenix team's base when you have time."

"Of course, I didn't mean anything by it! After the last competition, I made some adjustments to the tactical system and wanted to... wanted you to take a look and see if there were any problems."

The captain of the Phoenix Women's Special Forces team proactively invited a former opponent to provide tactical guidance.

If this gets out, the entire military region will probably be in an uproar.

Chen Zheng shrugged at her expression: "If you have time."

Upon receiving the reply, Qin Hong breathed a sigh of relief, hummed in agreement, and immediately turned around to lead her team away quickly.

After walking a dozen meters, one of her teammates couldn't help but whisper in her ear and ask.

"Captain, didn't you always say that you'd get revenge the next time you saw Instructor Chen? Why are you still..."

Qin Hong managed to squeeze out only two words through gritted teeth: "Shut up."

The team member shrank back and obediently retreated to the back.

Chen Zheng watched Qin Hong's figure disappear around the corner, and suddenly Keyboard, who had been silent all along, came over.

"Instructor, Captain Qin Hong seems to be treating you differently."

Chen Zheng glanced at her and asked, "How is it different?"

He stroked his chin, pondering for a moment.

"Last time in our military region, the way she looked at you was more of an admiration."

"But the way I look at you now... it's more than just admiration..."

Chen Zheng's lips twitched involuntarily. He then picked up his thermos and turned to walk towards the entrance of the research institute.

Stop gossiping and go inside.

"And Li Yue, you come along too!"

The corridor of Building 3 was much quieter than outside.

There were iron gates on both sides, each with a number and a security level label, ranging from level C to level A. The further you went in, the more conspicuous the red labels on the gates became.

Chen Zheng walked at the front, holding his thermos cup in his hand the whole time, his eyes constantly scanning the door signs on both sides.

Li Yue followed behind, deliberately keeping her footsteps soft, afraid of making any noise that might lead to her being tackled by the hidden guards.

Keyboard walked last, his phone already in his pocket, strolling along nonchalantly.

The three walked to the last room in the corridor, where a sign read: Special Drug Component Analysis Laboratory.

The door wasn't closed properly, and a sliver of white light shone through the crack, along with the sounds of arguing.

Judging from the sounds, it seems they are discussing the molecular structure stability of some plant extract, and the debate is quite heated.

Without further ado, Chen Zheng simply raised his hand and pushed the door open.

The sound inside paused for a moment as soon as the door opened.

The room is quite large.

A row of instruments and equipment is placed against the wall, and there are several experimental tables in the middle.

The lab bench was filled with test tube racks, centrifuges, and computers.

Overall, it's a very laboratory-like laboratory.

There was a faint smell of reagents in the air, along with a faint smell of burnt coffee.

Byd, who forgot their coffee on the heating plate?

There were probably a few people fighting inside.

Two elderly experts with gray hair stood in front of a whiteboard covered with densely packed chemical formulas.

Three or four young people were scattered around the experimental table.

Some were recording data, some were operating instruments, and one was scratching his head while holding a cup of coffee.

The elderly expert standing to the left of the whiteboard is surnamed Zhou and named Zhou Jingtang.

He was in his sixties, wearing reading glasses and a white coat. His hair was thinning, but he still looked quite energetic.

After all, having energy is the most basic requirement for those who can make it in the scientific research field.

The man on the right is surnamed Fang, and his name is Fang Zhiyuan.

He was a few years younger than Zhou Jingtang, taciturn, holding a marker in his hand, his eyes never leaving the whiteboard.

When Zhou Jingtang saw Chen Zheng and the other two enter, he adjusted his reading glasses, looking slightly surprised, but his attitude remained polite.

He had received notification from above and knew that military personnel would be coming today.

"You must be Instructor Chen." Zhou Jingtang extended his hand. "Welcome, welcome. The higher-ups told us to cooperate well."

Chen Zheng shook hands with him, then nodded, without much formality.

Zhou Jingtang gave a brief introduction to the laboratory.

This team was formed less than two weeks ago and is currently doing basic component analysis work.

The molecular structure of Blue Dream is much more complex than expected, and progress is not fast.

"We're not quite manpower enough either," Zhou Jingtang said, taking off his reading glasses and wiping them. "The deadline from above is tight, so we can only tackle the tough challenges first."

Chen Zheng hummed in response but did not reply, his gaze sweeping over the several sets of data and samples spread out on the experimental table.

My mind was already racing.

Just then, a young man next to Zhou Jingtang took a step forward.

The man was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, wore gold-rimmed glasses, and had a refined appearance.

A pen was clipped to his white coat, and his name tag read: Xu Jiaming, PhD candidate in Pharmacy at the Chinese Academy of Sciences.

He was Zhou Jingtang's prized student.

From the moment Chen Zheng pushed open the door and walked in, Xu Jiaming's eyes never left him.

He was wearing an ordinary dark jacket, holding a stainless steel thermos, and had no academic institution logos or doctoral badges on him.

He walks with a very straight posture, like a soldier, which is quite different from the scholars in the laboratory.

Therefore, Xu Jiaming frowned slightly the moment he saw him.

Zhou Jingtang turned and glanced at him, saying, "Jiaming, please explain our current experimental plan to Instructor Chen."

"Okay, Mr. Zhou."

Xu Jiaming adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, gave Chen Zheng a polite smile, and slowly began to speak.

"Instructor Chen, our current plan is mainly divided into three phases."

"The first stage involves analyzing the spectral characteristics of the core components of Blue Dream using alkaloids. This is done through ultraviolet-visible spectrophotometry combined with infrared spectroscopy to determine the vibrational frequencies and absorption peak positions of the main active groups..."

He spoke at breakneck speed, a string of technical jargon tumbling out of his mouth.

"The second stage is the peak area comparison after chromatographic separation, which we use with high performance liquid chromatography coupled with mass spectrometry..."

The person next to him listened with a completely bewildered expression, their mouth slightly agape, their mind already blank.

Li Yue remained completely still, her brain seemingly shut down.

She only understood three words—Instructor Chen.

"The third stage involves the construction of a metabolic kinetic model. We need to simulate the phase I and phase II metabolic processes of 'Blue Dream' in the human body using an in vitro enzymatic reaction system..."

Xu Jiaming spoke for nearly three minutes straight without pausing.

His gaze remained fixed on Chen Zheng's face, observing the other's reaction.

More accurately, it's about waiting for the other person to show a blank expression.

Chen Zheng disappointed him somewhat, listening expressionlessly and nodding occasionally, his thermos cup never being put down.

His expression remained unchanged, quite calm.

Xu Jiaming's lips twitched involuntarily.