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

Five o'clock in the morning.

A bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered, echoed from the Mulan Special Forces camp.

"Instructor! Didn't you say I could do whatever I wanted?"

Shen Doudou was practically dragged along by Lamu like a dead dog, her two feet carving two deep furrows in the ground.

"Play however you like?"

Chen Zheng stood aside with a smile, watching her struggle desperately on the ground.

"Didn't you have enough fun at that hot pot dinner last night?"

"If you eat my flesh, you have to work for me."

He glanced down at his watch, a chilling smile creeping onto his lips.

"Now, everyone has it."

"Destination: Back mountain. Five-kilometer cross-country run, carrying 20 kilograms of weight."

"The last person is responsible for washing the team's socks for a week."

"I..." Jiang Nan picked up a backpack full of dangerous chemicals and excitedly raised her hand, "Instructor! Can we use a propulsion system? I just synthesized some fuel last night. If I strap it to my back, five kilometers should only take three minutes..."

"turn down."

Chen Zheng interrupted him expressionlessly.

"You all better run on your own two feet."

"start!"

With a whistle.

Lam and Meng Yi, who were among the physically fittest, were the first to rush out.

Guo Huaiying was not to be outdone; although a new recruit, she also demonstrated impressive physical abilities.

Only Shen Doudou was forcibly taken away like a pendant, with her arms held up by Jianpan and Yaoyao, her feet off the ground.

In the blink of an eye, only two people remained on the playground.

An Ran tightened her belt, preparing to catch up with the group, but was stopped.

"Anran, you stay." Chen Zheng waved to her. "Five kilometers won't improve your skills; it's a complete waste of time."

"Your task now is to master that."

He pointed to the shooting range in the distance.

There were several human-shaped targets there, but they were in tricky positions, all hidden behind thick bunkers, and could not be seen from the front at all.

An Ran was stunned for a moment, then understood what Chen Zheng meant.

Gunfighting.

During her last duel with the Fierce Tiger, those shots she fired in a desperate situation made the bullets curve.

But afterwards, she tried several times herself, and she just couldn't recapture that feeling.

"But instructor..." An Ran said hesitantly, "that skill isn't quite stable for me yet."

"Idiot, it's precisely because you're unstable that you care about your reputation."

Chen Zheng rolled his eyes, walked up to her, and handed her a Type 92 pistol used for training.

"As captain, you must be the last line of defense for the team."

"Go ahead and practice, I'll just watch from here."

An Ran took a deep breath and took the gun.

The heavy metallic feel in her hand reassured her somewhat.

She walked to the shooting position, closed her eyes, and tried hard to recall the feeling of that shot.

A sudden flick of the wrist applies force, using the bullet's momentum at the moment of ejection to exert a lateral force...

She understands all the theories.

"drink!"

An Ran suddenly opened her eyes, violently flicked her wrist, and pulled the trigger.

boom!

The bullet left the barrel.

then……

Ten meters from the target, it plunged straight into a mud pit in the ground, splashing up a small mud flower.

The air suddenly became quiet.

"puff."

Behind him came Chen Zheng's barely suppressed laughter.

"Sorry, sorry, please continue."

An Ran's face flushed red instantly.

"Again!"

She didn't believe in superstitions.

boom!

The bullet flew into the sky and almost shot down a passing sparrow.

"Not bad, I almost hit that bird." Chen Zheng nodded in approval.

"Wait a minute, what do you mean you weren't aiming at a bird?"

boom! boom! boom!

Several more shots followed.

It either burrows underground, flies into the sky, or hits the bunker directly, sending up a string of sparks.

Forget about turning, it didn't even touch the target.

An Ran's wrists ached from all the swinging, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

A wave of frustration washed over me.

She slammed the gun on the table and turned away angrily.

"No! I just can't find that feeling!"

Chen Zheng shook his head and slowly walked over.

He stopped half a step behind An Ran.

"Close your eyes."

"Stop thinking about how to generate power with your wrist."

"Think back to that day at the shooting range, what did you feel like before you fired that shot?"

Anran obediently closed her eyes.

That day……

The noisy crowd, Zhao Lei's taunts, and...

What she recalled was the warm chest behind her, the breath that made her heart race.

Thinking of this, An Ran's cheeks flushed uncontrollably, and even her ears turned bright red.

It's somewhat shameful.

"Have you figured it out?" Chen Zheng's voice rang in her ear.

An Ran bit her lip and tried to shake her hand again.

Or not.

I feel empty inside, like something is missing.

She suddenly opened her eyes, turned to look at Chen Zheng, who was a meter away from her, and a resolute look flashed in her eyes.

"Instructor..."

"Um?"

"You...are too far away from me."

An Ran's voice was very soft, and even though Chen Zheng had excellent hearing, he couldn't hear it clearly.

"What?" Chen Zheng frowned in confusion.

"I'll say it!"

She took a deep breath and shouted as if in despair, "You're too far away from me! I can't connect with you!"

"You...you come closer!"

"Get...closer!"

After saying that, An Ran felt that she could no longer live in this world.

What kind of nonsense is this?!

Are you begging the instructor to stick something on you?

If this gets out, will she still be able to be the team leader?

Chen Zheng paused for a moment, then scratched his head.

Although I don't know why An Ran made this request, she must have her reasons.

With that thought in mind, he took a step forward.

His chest pressed against her back.

It wasn't completely compacted, but its warm body temperature was transmitted without reservation.

To prove that he wasn't trying to take advantage of others, he even raised his hands in a V-shape.

"Is this okay?"

He whispered in her ear.

The warm air sprayed onto Anran's sensitive neck.

That instant.

An Ran felt a surge of electricity rush up her spine to the top of her head.

My heart was pounding wildly, each beat pounding against my chest.

That's the feeling!

An Ran's pupils contracted sharply, and her body moved instinctively.

boom!

Flames shot from the muzzle.

The bullet seemed to be under a spell the moment it left the barrel.

It drew a visible arc in the air, deftly bypassing the thick cover.

puff!

A bright bullet hole appeared between the eyebrows of the human-shaped target in the distance.

At the same time, the long-lost mechanical voice suddenly exploded in Chen Zheng's mind.

[Ding! The academy is conducting gunfight training!]

[Triggered the 100x return mechanism!]

[“Causality - Absolute Accuracy” Proficiency 200/100000!]

Chen Zheng couldn't help but scratch his head again.

An Ran looked at the fallen target, and a huge sense of accomplishment instantly overwhelmed her.

It really did!

"I did it!"

An Ran shouted excitedly, turned around abruptly, and hugged Chen Zheng from behind, clinging to him like a koala.