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

Shen Ling asked another question out of curiosity.

"By the way, Instructor Chen, where did you study pharmacy? Was there specialized training in the military?"

Chen Zheng chewed twice and casually replied, "Self-taught."

Shen Ling's eyes lit up instantly, and she quickly put down her chopsticks.

"You've learned this much on your own? We've studied pharmacy for four or five years and still don't understand many things. You're really amazing, having taught yourself all this."

She spoke with genuine sincerity, without any hint of flattery.

Admittedly, any normal man would be happy to receive such sincere praise from a young and beautiful girl.

But Chen Zheng still didn't react and continued eating in silence.

Anran sat opposite, poking at the stir-fried green peppers and pork on the plate with her chopsticks.

She poked and smashed the old green pepper to pieces.

Li Yue sat next to her, secretly observing the captain's expression.

He looked terrible.

Very bad.

Shen Ling hasn't looked good since she sat down.

Li Yue thought for a moment, then silently picked up the chicken leg from her plate and put it into An Ran's bowl.

Guo Huaiying once said that when people are unhappy, eating meat is the right thing to do.

If one piece isn't enough, eat two; if two pieces aren't enough, eat three. Once you're stuffed, you naturally won't have the energy to think about anything else.

An Ran glanced down at the chicken leg that had suddenly appeared in her bowl, then looked at Li Yue.

Li Yuechong gave her a fawning smile.

An Ran was silent for two seconds, but finally picked up the chicken leg and took a bite.

Yes, meat can definitely make you feel better.

The main reason was that I didn't want the team members to worry.

Back in the lab in the afternoon, Chen Zheng continued to work with Shen Ling on the project.

Just then, Xu Jiaming took the initiative to come over.

Although he was publicly humiliated by Chen Zheng yesterday, his attitude softened considerably after a night of processing.

The main reason is that last night he entered the parameters given by Chen Zheng into the model and ran it once, and found that the theoretical extraction efficiency was almost twice as high as their original solution.

Data doesn't lie.

Xu Jiaming is an arrogant person.

But first and foremost, he is a researcher.

Faced with overwhelming professional skills, he could no longer keep up his stubbornness.

"Instructor Chen, regarding the pH gradient extraction you mentioned yesterday, I ran three different temperature parameters in the model and found that the recovery rate was the highest in the 36-degree group, but the purity was much lower than that in the 35-degree group."

"Do you think this is related to the hydrolysis rate of the target molecule at high temperatures?"

Chen Zheng glanced at him, his tone remaining equal.

"Yes, 36 degrees is close to the critical temperature for the hydrolysis of the indole ring."

"If you extend the extraction time by 20% on a 35-degree base, you can achieve both high recovery rate and high purity wine."

Xu Jiaming went through the logic in his mind and then nodded.

"I'll run another verification test tonight."

After saying that, he turned around and went back to his workstation.

Chen Zheng's attitude towards him remained the same as before: he would answer when asked and correct when necessary, neither becoming close nor distant.

Xu Jiaming still felt a little awkward.

But it must be admitted that this soldier carrying the thermos cup does indeed have something special about him.

Anran sat in the corner all afternoon.

Four hours later.

The phone screen went black and then lit up, then lit up and then went black again.

But his gaze never left the experimental table.

To be precise, he never left Shen Ling.

She was watching while Shen Ling was talking to Chen Zheng.

While Shen Ling was taking notes, she was also watching.

When Shen Ling went to get water and passed by Chen Zheng, her eyes turned 180 degrees.

Li Yue squatted beside her the whole time without saying a word.

In the evening, the four of them left the research institute and headed towards the guesthouse.

An Ran remained silent.

Chen Zheng walked ahead, while Li Yue and Jianpan lagged a few steps behind, carefully observing the backs of the two people in front of them.

Keyboard took out his phone and sent a WeChat message to Li Yue.

Keyboard: Is the captain jealous? His face hasn't looked good since noon.

Li Yue replied: You just realized that? She sat in the lab for four hours that afternoon, without taking a single note, and spent the whole time staring at Shen Ling.

Keyboard: Shen Ling is actually quite innocent; they were just having normal work communication.

Li Yue: Then go tell the captain and see if she believes you.

Keyboard silently put the phone back into its pocket.

Forget it, this is not something they can get involved in.

Don't wait until the gods fight and mortals suffer.

Back at the guesthouse.

Just like yesterday, An Ran and Chen Zheng shared a room.

Keyboard and Li Yue have teamed up and taken care of everything.

They called An Jianjun yesterday.

When An Jianjun received Li Yue's call, he was silent for about five seconds.

He then asked, "How do you need my cooperation?"

An Jianjun then informed the front desk that the conference delegation had not yet left and the rooms were still available.

So tonight's accommodation arrangements are exactly the same as last night's.

When An Ran came out after taking a shower, Chen Zheng was sitting at the table looking at documents.

She sat on the edge of the bed wrapped in a white towel from the guesthouse, slowly drying her hair with a towel.

Water droplets dripped from the ends of her hair onto her shoulders, wetting a small patch of her collar.

After wiping for a while, she suddenly spoke.

"How old is Shen Ling?"

Chen Zheng was flipping through a genome analysis plan without looking up.

"Twenty-three, right? A student of Teacher Fang."

An Ran wiped her hair a couple more times and said something seemingly casually.

"She's quite pretty."

Chen Zheng paused turning the page, finally looked up, and glanced at An Ran.

She was drying her hair with her head down, so her expression wasn't visible, but the tips of her ears were a little red.

"What are you trying to say?"

An Ran abruptly threw the towel onto the bed.

"It's nothing! I was just asking!"

After saying that, he threw off the covers and crawled inside, facing the wall, pulling the covers up to his chin.

Chen Zheng watched her retreating figure and remained silent for a few seconds.

Under the covers, her shoulders were tense, and her breathing was faster than usual.

He shook his head, looked away, and continued reading the documents.

He really couldn't understand what this girl was up to now.

Indeed, women are always hard to understand in this world.

The room fell silent.

About ten minutes later, the blanket on the bed moved slightly.

An Ran secretly turned around, peeking out half an eye from under the covers, and looked at Chen Zheng's back in front of the table.

The light from the table lamp shone on his profile.

He was looking at the documents intently, his brow slightly furrowed, occasionally drawing a circle on the paper with his pen.

An Ran stared at it for a while, then silently shrank back into the blankets.

She closed her eyes, but her mind kept racing.

What exactly did Shen Ling mean by looking at Chen Zheng?

Is it simple worship? Or something else?

An Ran became increasingly annoyed, buried her face in the pillow, and muttered a curse under her breath.

Then he turned over and continued to face the wall.

At the table, Chen Zheng listened intently to make sure An Ran wasn't making any more noise before continuing to look at the documents.