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

Click.

An Ran seemed to hear the sound of her girlish heart shattering.

What the hell is this endocrine disorder?!

Dead straight man!

Looking at the lid of hot water with goji berries floating in it, she really wanted to splash that lid of water on his face to wake him up.

"I'm not thirsty!"

An Ran said through gritted teeth, then flung open the passenger door and angrily climbed in.

Chen Zheng scratched his head, looking bewildered. "What's wrong now?"

"Is your period here?"

He couldn't help but sigh and shake his head. "A woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea; the ancients were right."

After saying that, he calmly drank the water from the lid and then slowly got into the car.

……

The jeep drove out of the camp and headed towards the city along the winding mountain road.

The carriage was deathly silent.

An Ran tilted her head, looking at the scenery rushing past the window, still sulking about what had just happened.

Chen Zheng was in a good mood, and even hummed an unknown tune.

"that……"

Finally, An Ran couldn't hold back any longer and turned to ask, "There are several military academies in the area, which one should we go to?"

"National University of Defense Technology? Or Special Operations Academy?"

In her view, to recruit people who can compete in major competitions, one must go to top-tier universities and find outstanding students who are already potential military leaders even before graduation.

Chen Zheng glanced at her, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

"The people in those places are too cunning; I don't respect them."

"Shrewd and calculating?" An Ran asked, puzzled. "That's called tactical awareness, okay!"

Chen Zheng shook his head: "I don't want those half-finished products that are already complete. What I'm looking for is..."

He suddenly jerked the steering wheel, and the car turned onto a side road.

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"A truly blank sheet of paper."

Half an hour later.

The jeep slowly came to a stop in front of an unremarkable-looking school.

A slightly worn sign hangs on the gate: Southwest Army Communications Command Academy.

An Ran stared at the sign, her eyes practically popping out of their sockets.

"The...Communications Academy?" She looked at Chen Zheng in disbelief. "You're here to recruit special forces?"

"These are all technical soldiers who studied communications engineering and radio. Although they have daily field training, their physical fitness is far behind that of regular soldiers."

"You want these delicate schoolgirls to fight against those muscle-bound brutes from the Fierce Tiger Company in a massive martial arts competition?"

She knew all too well what level the students at this academy were at, because Keyboard had once been a student there.

Even though she was already a top student here, her daily training results were always at the bottom among Mulan's students.

Chen Zheng, however, paid no attention to her outburst.

He turned off the engine and looked at the young female students carrying books, walking past the school gate in twos and threes.

Their faces still bore the innocence of youth, their eyes clear and bright, devoid of any murderous intent, only filled with longing and uncertainty for the future.

"You don't understand." Chen Zheng narrowed his eyes, his fingers gently stroking his chin. "I've told you before, as long as they're not dead, I can train them to have physical fitness."

He then turned his head, looked at An Ran, and gave her a kind smile.

"And don't you think...?"

"Transforming a group of delicate, soft girls into female killing machines capable of crushing tough guys like Zhao Lei..."

"Do you feel a great sense of accomplishment about this?"

……

Ten minutes later, the jeep came to a smooth stop in the parking lot of the Southwest Army Communications Command Academy.

It was lunchtime.

The campus was filled with female students dressed in regular clothes, carrying books.

"Get out of the car, Captain An."

Anran unbuckled his seatbelt, took a deep breath, and pushed open the car door.

The moment her little leather shoe touched the ground, several male teachers passing by stared in disbelief.

Although they were both in military uniforms, An Ran's aura was quite unique.

That wildness was honed by the smoke and fire of frontline troops, and coupled with her carefully made-up face today, she could easily charm these male trainees into submission.

"What are you looking at?" An Ran felt uncomfortable under those staring eyes and subconsciously reached for the gun on her waist, only to find it empty.

She then remembered that she was wearing a skirt today.

"Stop touching it, or you'll pull your skirt off."

Chen Zheng walked to her side and naturally reached out to straighten her slightly crooked collar flower.

"Chest out, head up."

"We're here to recruit, so stop with that long face and tone down your menacing aura."

"Anyone who didn't know better would think you're here to cause trouble."

An Ran glared at him, but still obediently straightened her back: "Where are we going to find someone? Just go to the registrar's office and ask for the file?"

"There are too many files; it's exhausting to look through them."

Chen Zheng pointed to a building not far away.

"If you want to see what a person is really like, there are two places."

"One is when you're about to die."

"The other one is at the dinner table."

"Come on, I'll take you out for a free meal."

……

The canteen at the School of Communications is quite large, but the one at the Bit War Brigade is much cleaner and brighter.

No one spoke, and no one banged on their bowls; it was a scene of refined civility.

Chen Zheng, carrying a tray, stood out somewhat among a group of eighteen or nineteen-year-old girls.

Fortunately, he was thick-skinned enough not to care about the stares of those around him, and his eyes quickly scanned the crowd.

Anran followed behind him, feeling somewhat uncomfortable.

The way those female trainees looked at Chen Zheng was like they were looking at a wolf or meat.

After all, Chen Zheng is indeed good-looking and has a cool and aloof instructor's demeanor, which is very attractive to these military academy students who have never left the school.

"Attracting bees and butterflies."

An Ran muttered a curse under her breath.

"Found it."

Chen Zheng suddenly stopped.

An Ran nearly bumped into his back: "Where?"

She followed Chen Zheng's gaze and froze.

A lone figure sat at a table in the far corner of the cafeteria.

She was a girl who looked very unremarkable.

He is not tall and is a bit thin.

Her hair was cut like a dog had chewed it, with uneven lengths.

She lowered her head so low that her face was almost buried in the huge stainless steel rice bowl in front of her.

"Her?" An Ran frowned. "She looks so thin and small, can she handle it?"

"A person's appetite is a very important criterion for judging their strength." Chen Zheng smiled slightly. "Let's go take a look."

The two carried their trays over.

Only when she got closer could An Ran see what the girl was eating.

At that moment, her heart clenched.

A stainless steel basin, bigger than a face, was filled with white rice.

It's enough for about three or four people.

However, there were no dishes.

There wasn't a single dish available.

There was only a layer of free seaweed and egg drop soup poured over white rice, with a few drops of oil floating on top.

The girl was holding the basin with one hand and a spoon in the other, shoveling rice into her mouth at a rapid pace.

Every bite was stuffed full, cheeks bulging.