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

An Ran stood at the laboratory door for a few seconds.

He gripped the shopping bag in his right hand, his palms sweaty.

My heart started pounding faster.

It felt like training for a charge – tense, but you had to keep pushing forward.

She strode into the laboratory, went straight to Chen Zheng's desk, and put the bag on the desk.

"I bought this for you."

After saying that, he turned and walked away, giving Chen Zheng no chance to react.

The moment An Ran stepped out of the lab, the tips of her ears turned bright red.

In the laboratory, Chen Zheng stared blankly at the bag on the table.

He reached out and opened it.

A dark gray thermos flask lay quietly inside, with a small bag of goji berries next to it.

Chen Zheng took out the cup and weighed it in his hand.

It feels heavy and has a nice texture.

Wow, it's made of titanium alloy.

He unscrewed the lid, brought it close to his nose, and smelled the metallic scent characteristic of a new cup.

Chen Zheng remained silent for two seconds without calling out to An Ran.

He simply lowered his head, tore open the packet of goji berries, and poured them into the new cup.

Then, he got up, went to the tea room to fill a pot with hot water, came back, sat down, screwed the lid on his cup, and placed it beside him.

The whole set of movements was fluid and graceful, as if it had taken a long time to complete.

From the corner, the keyboard witnessed the entire event.

An Ran came in and put the bag down, then turned and ran away.

Then Chen Zheng disassembled the cup, tore off the goji berries, and poured in hot water.

The keyboard silently pounded the table twice from the corner.

Hold it in! You must hold it in! Don't laugh! If you laugh out loud, today will be your death anniversary!

She took a deep breath, pulled out her phone, and typed rapidly.

Keyboard: Sister Anran gave a cup to the instructor, and the instructor used it on the spot.

Li Yue replied instantly with a frantically nodding emoji, then sent another message: What kind of cup? Is it pretty?

Keyboard: Titanium alloy, looks expensive, dark gray, very simple.

Li Yue: Sister Anran has great taste!

Keyboard: The key is not vision, but the instructor's reaction.

Li Yue: What was your reaction?

Keyboard: He started using it right away.

Li Yue: What's the difference between this and just agreeing to get married outright!

He leaned back in his chair, and finally couldn't suppress the smirk that appeared on his lips.

you do not say.

Chen Zheng is the kind of person who never says thank you.

He used it immediately, which in itself is the greatest recognition.

That evening, at the guesthouse.

Anran lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

She stared at the ceiling for a long time, her mind filled with images of the evening.

Did he use it?

You should have used it, right?

An Ran pulled the blanket up to her chin, turned over, then turned over again, and then turned over again.

Finally, unable to resist any longer, I took out my phone and opened Chen Zheng's chat window.

I typed and deleted repeatedly before finally sending a message.

"Is the cup any good?"

After sending the message, she pressed her phone to her chest, her heart racing.

A minute passed.

Two minutes.

three minutes.

No reply.

An Ran bit her lip and started to let her mind wander.

Didn't you see it? Or are you busy? Or do you think this question is too silly to answer?

Four minutes.

five minutes.

An Ran is becoming more and more lucid.

Sixth minute.

My phone vibrated.

An Ran suddenly flipped her phone over, and the screen lit up.

Chen Zheng: It's sturdier than the original.

An Ran stared at those five words and looked at them over and over again.

He was praising the cup.

But Anran always felt that he seemed to be praising something else.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up, and finally he simply buried his face in the pillow and chuckled.

Fool.

You big idiot.

The day before departure.

For further research, Chen Zheng wanted to bring the first synthesized derivative back to the Southwest Military Region.

At the entrance of the research institute's laboratory, Zhou Jingtang held Chen Zheng's hand tightly and refused to let go.

The old man's eyes were red, and he kept repeating the same few words.

"If there are any fluctuations in the data, please contact me anytime! No matter what time it is, just call my mobile phone; it's on 24/7."

Chen Zheng nodded, trying to pull his hand back.

Zhou Jingtang gripped it tighter again.

"Also, you must pay close attention to the storage conditions of that derivative when you get back. The temperature must be -20 degrees Celsius, not too high and not too low..."

"Mr. Zhou, you've said it three times already."

I'm saying it for the fourth time!

Fang Zhiyuan, standing next to him, was even more direct. He took a notebook out of his briefcase and shoved it directly into Chen Zheng's arms.

"These are my personal research notes. Some of the ideas in them are still immature. You're smarter than me, so take a look."

Chen Zheng took the notebook, flipped through it casually, and his gaze lingered on a certain page.

The page contained a separate note that read, "Potential applications of Blue Dream derivatives in the field of neural repair."

Neural repair.

Chen Zheng's pupils contracted slightly, then he casually closed the notebook and put it in his bag.

This thing may be related to his own hidden illness.

But now is not the time to talk about that.

Shen Ling stood at the very back of the crowd, hesitating for a long time.

Finally, she mustered up her courage, walked up to Chen Zheng, and handed him a note.

"Instructor Chen, this is my contact information. If there are any problems with the data later, you can contact me anytime."

After saying that, her cheeks flushed instantly, and she turned around and ran back behind the lab table.

An Ran, standing in the corner, stared at Shen Ling's back for two seconds with a slightly cold gaze.

He looked away again and continued packing his bag with a blank expression.

Chen Zheng casually stuffed the note into his pocket without any further reaction.

Xu Jiaming did not come to see them off.

As Chen Zheng walked out of the laboratory, he caught a glimpse of a new line of text on the whiteboard.

"Instructor Chen, until we meet again—Xu Jiaming."

Chen Zheng looked for two seconds, shook his head, said nothing, and continued walking forward.

Before leaving the research institute, Chen Zheng went to the hospital again.

Li Qiangguo's ward is on the third floor.

When I opened the door, the old man was practicing walking in the ward.

His steps were still a little unsteady, swaying slightly, but he had already thrown away his crutches.

Upon seeing Chen Zheng enter, Li Qiangguo's reaction was far more intense than he had anticipated.

Without saying a word, the old man immediately straightened his back, stood up straight, and saluted.

Chen Zheng frowned: "Uncle, sit down and talk. Don't be stubborn."

Li Qiangguo shook his head, insisting on standing.

"Once my leg is healed, I have to stand. I've been squatting for over ten years, let me stand up for as long as I can."

Chen Zheng didn't try to persuade him any further and sat down on the stool next to him.

Li Qiangguo stood in front of him, opened his mouth, as if to say something.

But the old man was tongue-tied, and after struggling for a long time, he couldn't find any words of thanks.

Finally, he could only reach out his rough, large hand and grab Chen Zheng's wrist.

"I'm entrusting my daughter to you. Please take good care of her for me."

Chen Zheng paused for a moment, then nodded.

"rest assured."

By the window, Li Yue pretended to look at the scenery outside, tilting her head slightly and perking up her ears.

Her father's words didn't sound like he was handing his daughter over to the drill instructors for discipline at all.

It's more like...

"To entrust one's entire life to"?

Li Yue scratched her head and decided to pretend she hadn't heard.

After leaving the hospital, the four of them went back to the guesthouse to get their luggage and prepare to leave.

An Ran packed her bag, stood in the room for a while, and suddenly said, "I forgot something."

Then he turned around and ran into the stairwell.