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

"this……"

An Ran stopped and looked at the bowl of rice soup, her nose feeling a little sore.

"This is so pitiful..."

She turned to Chen Zheng and lowered her voice, saying, "Is her family poor? Does she send all her allowance home?"

"They can't even afford to buy meat or vegetables, how can their bodies handle just eating rice soaked in soup?"

Although Anran had never lacked money since childhood, she had also seen many of her comrades who came from poor families.

She had seen soldiers who, back when the canteen cost money, would eat only steamed buns and pickled vegetables to save a few yuan.

But what era are we living in? How can there still be people so poor that they can only afford to drink free soup?

An Ran's heart softened immediately.

Chen Zheng rolled his eyes and looked at An Ran as if she were an idiot: "Captain An, is your brain still in the car?"

"Where am I?"

"Military academy."

"The food in the military academy canteen may not be very good, but it's free. We only pay because we're not cadets."

"Whether it's braised pork or spare ribs, as long as you're a student, you can eat it just by scanning your face, without paying a single penny."

"If it's free, why would she try to save money?"

This series of questions left An Ran speechless.

Yes.

Military academies operate on a supply system, so meals are free.

Why would she eat this kind of soupy rice that would make anyone shake their head in disgust?

If it's for weight loss, then eating this bowl of rice will make you gain three pounds.

But if you're saying it's because it tastes good... Anran really can't figure out how good this thing could taste.

"Why is that?" An Ran couldn't understand.

"Just go ask them and you'll find out."

As Chen Zheng spoke, he strode over.

He sat down in the empty seat opposite the girl and put his plate on the table.

With a loud bang.

The girl who was engrossed in eating suddenly froze and looked up.

A face covered with a few grains of rice appeared.

It was a very ordinary-looking face, with rough, dark skin and a few freckles on the bridge of its nose.

But those eyes...

Chen Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly.

With just one look, he could tell that the person in front of him possessed extraordinary resilience.

But at that moment, when those eyes saw Chen Zheng, dressed in his instructor's uniform and carrying two bars and three stars, and the female soldier standing next to him, their pupils suddenly contracted.

"Hello, Commander!"

The girl jumped up, and because the movement was too sudden, her knee slammed hard against the table leg.

The pain made her face contort, but she stubbornly endured it, standing ramrod straight and giving a less-than-perfect military salute.

"sit."

Chen Zheng tapped the chair with his chin.

The girl dared not move, her eyes darting nervously between Chen Zheng and An Ran, at a loss for what to do.

"I...I didn't waste any food!"

She suddenly spoke, her voice carrying a slight accent.

"I will finish this bowl of rice! Not a single grain will be left! Really!"

As she spoke, as if to prove herself, she grabbed a spoon and was about to put it in her mouth.

"Alright, alright." Chen Zheng reached out and pressed down on the rice bowl. "Nobody said you were wasting food."

He looked at the rice in the bowl, which was stirred into a paste-like consistency, and his brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

"I just wanted to ask."

"They have braised pork, steamed fish, and twice-cooked pork at that window over there."

"These are all free."

Why are you only eating this?

Chen Zheng stared intently into her eyes, trying to find a reason in her.

"Were you bullied by an older student who wouldn't let you get any food?"

"Or do you have some special...hobby?"

An Ran sat down next to her, trying to make her expression as gentle as possible: "Don't be afraid, little sister. If anyone bullies you, just tell your sister, and your sister will stand up for you."

The girl stared at the two strange people for several seconds, stunned.

Then, she lowered her head, her hands nervously twisting the hem of her clothes.

"No...no one bullied me."

Her voice was very soft; you couldn't hear it unless you listened very carefully.

"Why is that?" Chen Zheng pressed.

The girl bit her lip, hesitated for a long time, and then whispered:

"My dad said..."

"The nation's food is for those who fight in war."

"I don't know how to fight yet, I'm just a student."

"I...I don't deserve to eat meat."

The air suddenly became quiet.

Chen Zheng and An Ran exchanged a glance, both seeing the surprise in each other's eyes.

What's the logic behind this?

"Your dad?" Chen Zheng raised an eyebrow. "Your dad was in the army too?"

This rigid educational approach is generally only used by older generations of soldiers.

The girl nodded, then shook her head.

She took a deep breath, as if to encourage herself, and when she looked up again, her eyes were red.

"My dad is in the border defense regiment."

"Ten years ago, he was at the border..."

The girl gestured for a long time, seemingly unsure of how to express herself.

"Anyway... that's it."

"I was young then. When my mother went to collect the pension, she said that this money was earned by my father with his life, and we cannot spend it recklessly."

"Later, before my father passed away, he left me a letter."

She sniffed and forced back her tears.

"The letter said that when I grow up, I should join the army and become a successful soldier."

He said that every grain of rice a soldier eats is given by the people and the country.

"If you don't have the ability, if you can't protect your country, then you're just eating the country's food for nothing."

"I... don't have the ability yet."

She looked down at the bowl of rice porridge, her eyes revealing a stubbornness.

"I'm not physically fit; I barely passed the last test."

"I feel ashamed to eat meat."

"As long as I can eat my fill, that's fine... This soup is really delicious."

"If I eat more, I'll have more energy and be able to practice more."

"I'll go eat braised pork again when I get an excellent grade someday."

After she finished speaking, she lowered her head again, as if those words had used up all her strength.

The cafeteria was still noisy.

Some people were laughing and joking, while others were complaining that today's dishes were too salty.

But in this corner, An Ran felt as if she had been punched in the chest, a feeling of tightness and discomfort.

Descendants of martyrs.

These four words are too heavy.

She has met many children of military personnel, both second and third generation.

Some, like her, want to prove themselves.

Some just drift through life, using their parents' achievements as something to boast about.

But this girl in front of me...

She etched her father's teachings into her very bones, turning them into a self-torturing rule.

In order not to cause trouble for the country, and in order to be worthy of that job.

She wouldn't even dare to eat meat that was free.

An Ran's eyes immediately reddened.

She wanted to say something, like "You don't have to do this," or "The country can support you."

But when the words came out, I felt powerless.

Chen Zheng also fell silent.

Looking at the small, thin figure before him, he couldn't help but feel a sense of respect.

He originally just wanted to find a blank sheet of paper.

Unexpectedly, they found a piece of steel plate that had not been carved.