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

Chen Zheng glanced at An Ran but didn't ask any further questions.

The latter walked briskly to the third floor and stopped in front of room 314.

That evening, in this very room, Chen Zheng leaned against the window and confided in her.

An Ran reached out and pushed open the door.

The room has been cleaned spotlessly, and the bed sheets have been changed.

She stood in the doorway, her gaze sweeping across the empty room.

His breathing quickened slightly.

He then took a deep breath, turned around, and walked away quickly.

When she returned to the starting point, Chen Zheng was waiting for her with a new thermos.

"I'm gone."

An Ran hummed in agreement and followed in his footsteps.

The military transport plane landed at the military airfield near the research institute.

After the four people boarded the plane, they each found a seat and sat down.

Transport planes are not like commercial airliners; the cabin space is cramped and the noise level is quite high.

I put on noise-canceling headphones, opened my laptop, and started typing away with my fingers flying across the keyboard.

Li Yue sat next to her, leaning against the bulkhead and flipping through her phone's photo album.

This time, she wasn't looking at her dad's old photo from the car repair stall.

The photos on the screen are group photos taken secretly over the past few days.

The backs of everyone gathered around the whiteboard in the lab, and the selfie of four people eating together in the cafeteria.

There's another picture of An Ran sitting in a corner, secretly watching Chen Zheng's back.

Its angle is tricky, clearly the work of a keyboard.

As Li Yue watched, the corners of her mouth unconsciously curled up.

Her finger stopped when she scrolled to the last photo.

That was the image of her father standing in the hospital room, throwing away his crutches, and walking on his own.

His steps were unsteady, but he took each step carefully.

Li Yue stared at the photo for a while, then sniffed and put her phone back in her pocket.

Chen Zheng sat in the front row, closing his eyes to rest.

An Ran sat down next to him, keeping a half-fist distance, her eyes constantly glancing at Chen Zheng.

His eyes were closed, his breathing was steady, and his face was calm.

But Anran knew he wasn't asleep.

What is he thinking?

What's the enhancement plan for Mulan after she returns? Or is it Lanmeng's subsequent research?

An Ran couldn't guess.

The plane suddenly lurched.

An Ran's body involuntarily tilted to the right, and her shoulder bumped into Chen Zheng's arm.

She immediately shrank back.

Chen Zheng, however, did not move.

Not only did he not move, he even slightly tilted his body towards her.

The fluctuation was so small that it would have been impossible for An Ran to notice it if she hadn't been observing him out of the corner of her eye.

An Ran froze, her mind going completely blank.

Several seconds later, she slowly leaned her shoulder back.

The two of them pressed their shoulders together.

No one spoke.

The roar of the engines filled the entire cabin.

But amidst all this noise, Anran could only hear her own heartbeat.

Hey, hey, hey.

She didn't dare turn her head, afraid that her expression would reveal too much.

The two stayed close together as they flew back to the southwest.

In the back of the cabin, the keyboard is fixed on the code on the screen, fingers hovering above the keyboard, motionless.

She wasn't looking at the computer at all; through the reflection of the screen, she could clearly see the two people in front of her with their shoulders touching.

With a blank expression, Keyboard raised his phone, pretended to adjust his posture, and pointed the camera forward.

The angle was quite tricky, capturing the two people's profiles with their shoulders touching, and the sunlight streaming in through the porthole, shining on them.

Click.

Without batting an eye, Keyboard took the phone back and saved it to an encrypted folder.

Folder name: Sweet moments of Chen Ran CP.

Li Yue leaned closer and whispered, "Did you take a picture just now?"

The keyboard shook its head expressionlessly.

"I'm taking a selfie."

Li Yue rolled her eyes, but didn't ask any further questions.

This kind of thing should definitely be enjoyed in private.

The plane began its descent.

The view outside the window changed from thick clouds to rolling mountains, and then to familiar red soil hills.

The outline of the Southwest Military Region appeared at the edge of the field of vision.

An Ran subtly moved her shoulder away from Chen Zheng's arm.

The distance between the two was restored to half a fist's width.

The plane landed.

Anran gripped the armrests of her seat and waited until the plane had come to a complete stop before unfastening her seatbelt and standing up.

As the cabin door opened, the humid heat characteristic of the Southwest Military Region airport rushed out.

The four people walked down the gangway.

Chen Zheng walked at the front, holding the new thermos in his hand.

An Ran followed behind, while Li Yue and Jianpan walked at the very back.

The sunlight was a bit too bright.

Suddenly, An Ran stopped in her tracks.

A row of people stood on the edge of the tarmac.

Leading the way was a rather sturdy girl, who was waving wildly in this direction at the top of her lungs.

That's Ram.

Standing next to her were Guo Huaiying, Shen Doudou, Jiang Nan, Song Jia, Yao Yao, and Meng Yi.

All of Mulan's girls have arrived.

Ram's loud voice echoed across the entire tarmac.

"Captain! Instructor!"

"You're finally back!"

"The cafeteria left some food! If we don't come back soon, Guo Huaiying will have eaten it all!"

Guo Huaiying stood next to Lamu and scratched his head sheepishly.

I only ate three bowls...

Jiang Nan stood with her hands on her hips, laughing heartily.

Shen Doudou leaned on Song Jia's shoulder, and they stood quietly together.

Yao Yao's pigtails swayed in the wind as she held up a homemade cardboard sign.

Four large, crooked characters were written above: "Welcome Home."

Meng Yi and Meng Xue stood at the very edge, waving to welcome the group.

An Ran stood on the gangway, looking at this group of people, and her nose suddenly stung with tears.

She took a deep breath, straightened her back, and strode down the gangway.

Ram was the first to rush forward and put her arm around An Ran's neck.

"Captain, you've lost weight! Is the central government not feeding you?"

An Ran was almost unable to breathe because of the tightness in her arms, so she forcefully pried her arms off.

"Let go, you're strangling me."

Ram smiled and let go, then turned to look at Chen Zheng, who was walking down the gangway.

"Instructor!"

Chen Zheng, holding his thermos, glanced at her calmly.

Ram grinned, his gaze falling on the unfamiliar dark gray cup in Chen Zheng's hand, somewhat puzzled.

"Instructor, did you change your cup?"

Chen Zheng looked down at the titanium alloy thermos in his hand.

"Hmm, so that one... died gloriously."

Lamu looked puzzled and wanted to ask more, but Song Jia grabbed her arm.

Song Jia smiled and shook her head, signaling her not to say anything more.

Although Ram is rough, he is not stupid.

She quickly glanced at An Ran's slightly red ear tips, then looked at the new cup in Chen Zheng's hand, and immediately understood, shutting her mouth.

The girls who played Mulan gathered around.

"Instructor, is Beijing fun?"

"Captain, I heard you caught a spy? Is it true?"

"Keyboard Girl, you must have climbed quite a bit in the game, right?"

"Li Yue, how's your dad's leg?"

Conversations echoed across the tarmac.

Chen Zheng stood on the periphery of the crowd, holding a thermos, and did not participate in the noisy conversation.

came back.

He unscrewed the lid of his new thermos and took a sip of hot water.

The goji berries have a mild flavor, not much different from those brewed in the same cup as before.