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

Evening, outside the research institute.

As darkness fell, the streetlights slowly came on.

The four of them walked along the road toward the guesthouse.

Chen Zheng walked at the front, while Jianpan and Li Yue walked side by side in the middle.

An Ran was at the very back, keeping a distance of four or five meters from the three people in front of her.

After walking for about five minutes, no one spoke.

Anran's steps grew slower and slower.

Suddenly, she stopped.

"Chen Zheng".

She called me by my full name.

Not an instructor.

The three people in front stopped at the same time.

Keyboard and Li Yue turned around and saw An Ran standing under the streetlight, motionless.

Chen Zheng also turned around and looked at her.

An Ran's expression was rather strange.

Her eyes were a little red, her lips were pressed into a line, and her chin was taut.

"You are not allowed to go to the Phoenix team the day after tomorrow."

Chen Zheng couldn't help but frown.

Why?

An Ran bit her lip.

She opened her mouth, then closed it again.

He opened his mouth again, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn't say anything.

I can't exactly say it's because I'm jealous, can I?

After a few seconds of silence, she gritted her teeth and said.

"You are Mulan's instructor, not Phoenix Team's instructor."

Chen Zheng looked at her, his tone rather indifferent.

"I'll go check on their training; it won't affect my role as Mulan's instructor."

An Ran clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her flesh.

"Then why did you specifically come all the way to the capital instead of staying in Mulan to oversee our training?"

"Aren't we worth your attention?"

The moment those words were spoken, the air on the street instantly became much stiffer.

Chen Zheng was stumped by this question.

It wasn't that she didn't know how to answer, but An Ran's words were too far-fetched, making it hard for her to think of any connection for the time being.

She knew she hadn't come to Beijing specifically to watch the Phoenix team train; she had other business to attend to.

Chen Zheng looked at An Ran's red eyes and her lips, which were bitten until they turned white, and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

She wasn't talking about training; she was referring to something else.

But before he could figure out how to reply, An Ran had already turned and left without looking back, leaving only a sound behind.

"What a blockhead!"

Chen Zheng's outstretched hand stopped in mid-air and then he withdrew it.

Li Yue and Jianpan stood behind, barely daring to breathe.

The two looked at each other, their eyes wide open.

The keyboard slowly moved closer to Li Yue's ear, and a low voice whispered, "It seems like we've gone too far this time."

The latter was so anxious that he kept stamping his feet.

"Oh my god, what do we do! What do we do! Should we chase after them?"

The keyboard grabbed her arm.

"Don't go. Let them handle it themselves; getting involved will only make things worse."

Li Yue looked at An Ran's retreating figure, then at Chen Zheng standing still, and was so anxious that she almost bit her lips raw.

But in the end, I held back.

The keyboard warrior is right. When gods fight, mortals shouldn't get involved.

Chen Zheng watched as An Ran's figure grew smaller and smaller until it disappeared at the end of the road.

That night.

An Ran did not return to room 314.

She went to the front desk, took out her military officer's ID, and slapped it on the counter.

"Let's get a room."

The woman at the front desk looked up and recognized her as the female officer who had been staying in room 314 for the past few days. Then, remembering the phone call from the brigade commander earlier that day, she suddenly felt quite awkward.

"Sir, all the rooms are indeed full today..."

An Ran's eyes instantly turned cold.

"I have an emergency and need a private room."

The receptionist hesitated for a moment, glancing at the rank on the officer's ID and then at An Ran's angry and cold face.

In the end, after searching through the system for a long time, I finally found one.

"4th floor, room 417, this is the last one."

An Ran took the keys and went upstairs without looking back.

Third floor corridor.

Chen Zheng stood by the window of room 314, his hand resting on the windowsill, looking down at the empty courtyard.

The thermos was placed on the windowsill, but I didn't drink a drop.

He knew Anran was being difficult.

But he wasn't sure how to handle it.

In scientific research and electronic intrusion, he believed he was second to none.

Military campaigns, infiltration, and decapitation were all Chen's forte.

But when it comes to dealing with women and their emotions, he's really no good.

Besides, he never wanted anything to happen between him and An Ran in the first place.

He hasn't gotten better yet because of his own problem, and Lan Meng's research has only just begun. There's a lot to do.

Being ambiguous with An Ran at this time is not good for anyone.

But that's the logic.

When An Ran said, "Aren't we worth your attention?" her eyes were so red.

Even you yourself would find it hard to pretend you didn't see it.

Chen Zheng couldn't help but sigh, picked up his thermos, took a sip of the now-cold goji berry water, and frowned.

Room 312 next door.

Li Yue was lying on the bed, her hand supporting her chin, looking worried.

He sat cross-legged opposite her, his laptop was on, but the screen was only on the desktop.

"What do you think the instructor is thinking right now?" Li Yue asked softly.

Keyboard pushed up his glasses: "Given the instructor's emotional intelligence, he's probably thinking right now—what's wrong with this woman this time?"

Li Yue's lips twitched involuntarily.

"Oh no, won't the captain be furious?"

The keyboard bear shrugs.

"There's nothing we can do, that's just how the instructor is."

"The battlefield is ever-changing, and he is incredibly good at predicting the enemy, but when it comes to matters of the heart, just like the captain said, he's like a block of wood."

Li Yue turned over and let out a long sigh.

"I should have brought Sister Ram along."

Keyboard thought about the scene with Ram and shook its head.

"If she were here, she wouldn't dare do anything."

Also.

Suddenly, the keyboard spoke again.

"But did you notice that when the instructor was stumped by the captain's question today, his expression changed?"

Li Yue suddenly sat up.

"Changed? How did it change?"

I racked my brains for a moment and carefully considered my wording.

"I just... froze for a moment. Not the kind of froze because I was angry, but more like I suddenly understood something."

Li Yue pondered for a moment.

"You mean... the instructor actually knows the captain is jealous?"

The keyboard nodded repeatedly.

"However, knowing is one thing, but how to deal with it is another."

The two fell silent again.

Li Yue lay back down, hugging her pillow, and muttered something under her breath.

"Instructor, you absolutely mustn't break Anran's heart..."

Room 314.

Chen Zheng sat at the table with a genome analysis report spread out in front of him, but he didn't turn a single page.

He stared at the report cover for a long time, then finally reached out and closed the report before leaning back in his chair.

His gaze fell on the neatly folded red scarf on the bedside table.

It was the one Yao Yao wrapped around him before she left.

He looked at it for a few seconds, then looked away and gazed out the window.

The streetlights downstairs were still on, and there was no one in the courtyard.

The light in one of the fourth-floor windows had been on for a short while, but then it went out.

Chen Zheng looked away, unscrewed the thermos, and added some hot water.

Then, holding the cup, he sat on the chair for a very long time.