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

Chen Zheng raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. A smile appeared on his lips again as he muttered to himself.

"good."

"Let's start with the tenth level."

With the basic training indicators set, Chen Zheng moved his mind and directly adjusted the level of the Ascending God Stairs back to the third level.

Three times the gravity is just right for him now, serving as the basic load for daily eating and sleeping.

Without significantly affecting mobility, it allows for constant physical refinement.

With the three-tiered staircase open, Chen Zheng casually patted the dust and gravel off his training uniform.

My throat is a little dry after all that fuss.

He habitually reached into his pocket, preparing to take out his thermos and drink some warm goji berry water to soothe his throat.

The moment my fingers slipped into my pocket, I immediately sensed something was wrong.

Chen Zheng's fingers stiffened slightly, and he suddenly pulled something out of his pocket.

The stainless steel thermos, which was originally perfectly round except for the lid, is now completely deformed.

Under the crushing force of thirty layers of extreme gravity, the entire cup was severely dented in the middle, and the stainless steel shell was completely turned into a twisted piece of scrap iron.

Chen Zheng stared at the lump of scrap metal in his hand. His usually unflappable face, which could withstand the collapse of Mount Tai, finally broke down.

An indescribable sense of desolation rushed to my head.

A heart-wrenching scream of pain erupted from the empty backyard of the research institute.

"Brother!"

The sound was extremely shrill, startling all three people who were catching up on sleep on the third floor of the guesthouse awake.

An Ran was the first to jump out of bed and rush out of the room without even putting on her shoes.

Li Yue followed closely behind, her keyboard response was two seconds slower, but she still grabbed her laptop and ran outside.

The three of them rushed to the backyard, and the scene they saw stunned them all.

Chen Zheng squatted down next to a cracked cement pit.

He held a twisted lump of stainless steel debris in his hands, his face filled with grief.

An Ran's heart skipped a beat; her first thought was that he was injured.

He rushed over and grabbed Chen Zheng's arm, examining it thoroughly.

My wrist is fine, my arm is fine, and my face is fine.

Unharmed.

An Ran breathed a sigh of relief, her gaze falling on the lump of scrap metal in his hand.

She recognized him.

Thermos cup.

Or rather, it used to be a thermos.

This thing is now completely unusable.

The cup was severely dented in the middle, and the stainless steel casing was twisted into a bizarre shape.

An Ran's lips twitched involuntarily.

It's both infuriating and hilarious; I want to curse but can't bring myself to say it.

But then again, this cup had been with Chen Zheng for a long time.

He's been using it since he was working as an office clerk.

From the Southwest Military Region to Beijing, from laboratories to interrogation rooms, he went wherever he could.

"How did you do that?" An Ran couldn't help but ask.

Chen Zheng was silent for two seconds, then looked down at the wreckage in his hand, his tone heavy with sorrow.

"I used too much force during training."

An Ran glanced at the cracked cement pit beneath her feet.

The pit was nearly one meter in diameter, and its surroundings were covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

train?

Did you blow yourself up with a cannon?

She wanted to say something, but in the end she said nothing.

Li Yue and Jianpan stood behind, looking at each other in bewilderment.

The former whispered in the latter's ear, "Instructor... is it really necessary to be so grief-stricken?"

Keyboard sighed, "Don't laugh, to be honest, I'd be just as upset if my figurine broke."

Chen Zheng squatted by the pit for a while before slowly standing up and putting the lump of scrap metal into his pocket.

An Ran watched his actions, feeling a mix of emotions she couldn't quite describe.

A man who kills without blinking an eye had his defenses broken down because of a thermos cup.

Should we call him naive, or just sentimental?

The three of them followed Chen Zheng back to the guesthouse, and no one spoke a word along the way.

The atmosphere was heavy, as if someone had actually sacrificed their life.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Anran told Chen Zheng, "I'm going out to take care of something," and left the research institute alone.

She left the research institute and hailed a taxi, heading straight for the commercial streets of Beijing.

Today she wore the same dark blue sweatshirt and jeans she wore when she arrived.

Anran walked into the mall and stood in front of the counter selling thermos cups. Faced with a row of colorful cups, she was caught in a dilemma.

Ordinary stainless steel?

It's too cheap. What if he ruins it again?

Ceramic liner?

It looks good, but it's clearly not suitable for a soldier.

With cartoon designs?

An Ran imagined Chen Zheng drinking goji berry water from a cup with a bear printed on it, and almost burst out laughing, but then shook her head.

No, he definitely won't use it.

The sales assistant stood far away at the other end of the counter, not daring to approach.

It wasn't that the service was bad, it was just that the woman was looking at the cup with such intense focus that it was almost frightening.

Anran stood in front of the counter for a full forty minutes.

Pick up and put down, put down and pick up again, over and over again.

Finally, my gaze settled on a dark gray thermos in the corner.

Made of titanium alloy, with a capacity of 500 ml, the cup is very simple with no decorative patterns on its body.

An Ran picked it up and weighed it in her hand; it felt quite heavy.

She turned the cup over and glanced at the price tag.

"Holy crap, what kind of thermos costs me 800 yuan?!"

An Ran exclaimed in surprise, but her mind was already racing as she made her calculations.

It's a bit expensive, but titanium alloys are hard, heat-resistant, and corrosion-resistant.

Although Chen Zheng is strong, as long as you are careful, this is enough to get rid of him.

She gritted her teeth.

"I'll take this one."

The sales assistant rushed over.

When it came time to pay, Anran hesitated for a moment on her phone screen.

She turned around and walked to the shelf next to her, took another small bag of goji berries, and stuffed them into her shopping bag.

Once outside the mall, Anran hid the bag in her pocket.

The early winter wind in the capital was icy cold on her face, but her cheeks felt a little hot.

On the way back to the research institute, she checked the contents of the bag three times in the back seat of the taxi.

The cup is here, the goji berries are here.

They're all there.

Anran took a deep breath and stuffed the bag back into her pocket.

Her expression was a mix of nervousness and anticipation, like a young girl giving someone a gift for the first time.

Yes, it's not just similar, it is.

evening.

The finishing touches on the laboratory work are basically complete.

Zhou Jingtang wiped the formulas on the whiteboard, while Fang Zhiyuan packed up the documents.

Shen Ling sat in front of the computer backing up the last batch of data.

The entire laboratory was filled with a tired but satisfied atmosphere.

Chen Zheng sat at the lab bench, drinking water from a disposable paper cup.

To be fair, the lab did spend the money wisely. This cup was bought from PXX for 800 for 9.9 yuan each with free shipping, so the quality is naturally quite poor.

Therefore, the scene is rather incongruous.

A man with an extremely powerful aura was holding a limp paper cup, not daring to use too much force, for fear of accidentally breaking it.