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

Half an hour later, in the brigade commander's office.

"Snapped!"

A large hand slammed heavily on the desk, causing the teacup lid to bounce.

Political Commissar Yang Guohua's face flushed red as he pointed at Chen Zheng, who was standing in front of his desk.

"Absurd! Utterly absurd!"

"In broad daylight! The training room door was still open, and you dared...you dared to ride on top of a female soldier?"

"That's An Ran! Our brigade's female squad leader! What kind of posture is that! It's a complete violation of military discipline!"

Chen Zheng stood straight, his expression calm, though somewhat helpless.

What just happened could indeed be easily misunderstood.

But can we blame him for this?

If An Ran hadn't resisted, he wouldn't have had to completely pin her down.

"Reporting to the political commissar, those are acupressure points used to relieve muscle spasms..."

"Stop giving me that nonsense!" Yang Guohua waved his hand dismissively. "I've been in the army for thirty years, and I've never seen a leg massage produce that kind of sound! Anyone who didn't know better would think our brigade headquarters had been infiltrated by thugs!"

"And those female soldiers, lying on the ground, their clothes disheveled, covered in sweat, the scene... I'm embarrassed to even mention it!"

"This is a very serious matter! He must be severely punished! I'm going to report this to the military region and have you..."

"Ahem!"

An Jianjun, who had been sitting silently in his chair, suddenly coughed twice.

He picked up his teacup, gently blew away the foam, and glanced at Yang Guohua with a seemingly casual look.

Just one glance.

Yang Guohua, who was originally preparing to criticize Chen Zheng, suddenly stopped speaking.

His long-standing partnership and tacit understanding allowed him to instantly grasp his old partner's meaning.

That's enough.

Yang Guohua, his face flushed and neck red, glared fiercely at Chen Zheng, snorted coldly, and turned his head away.

An odd silence fell over the office.

Chen Zheng remained standing upright, calm and focused, his eyes fixed straight ahead.

This composure earned a hint of admiration from An Jianjun, who had been observing from the shadows.

This kid's got something.

Just now in the training room, when he and the political commissar, both senior colonels, suddenly barged in, this kid didn't even flinch. He even calmly put An Ran's legs down before standing up to salute.

It was that composure that made An Jianjun swallow back the curse that was on the tip of his tongue.

"Alright, Lao Yang." An Jianjun put down his teacup, his tone calm. "Young people are bound to have bumps and bruises during training, and it's normal for the methods to be a bit harsh."

"Huh?" Yang Guohua was confused. Is this your daughter or mine?

An Jianjun ignored his bewildered expression and waved his hand: "Go to the canteen and see. Those girls have been quite a handful today. Tell the cooks to add two more hearty dishes, especially for An Ran. That girl is a picky eater, so don't let her go hungry."

"I had a private talk with Instructor Chen about training."

Yang Guohua looked at An Jianjun, who was all smiles, with a bewildered expression, then at Chen Zheng, who was expressionless, and finally sighed.

"Fine, you're the brigade commander, so you call the shots. But let me make this clear first: we can't slack off on ideological and work style development. Don't spoil us!"

After saying that, Yang Guohua shook his head and walked away.

The moment the door closed.

An Jianjun immediately put on a smiling face.

He stood up, walked around the desk, and even pulled out the chair opposite him himself.

"Xiao Chen, don't stand, sit down."

This complete 180-degree turn in attitude stunned Chen Zheng.

"Reporting to the brigade commander, I'll be fine standing."

"Hey! This isn't the training ground. Let's talk privately, not about business."

An Jianjun smiled and pressed Chen Zheng into a chair, even turning around to take out an unopened jar of Da Hong Pao tea from the cabinet.

"Try this. I got it from the military commander. I usually don't give it to Old Li when he wants to drink it."

Hot water is poured into the Yixing teapot, and the aroma of tea fills the air.

As An Jianjun poured tea, he glanced at Chen Zheng up and down out of the corner of his eye.

Look at that physique. Sitting here, he's like a tower. You can see it even through his clothes. His muscles are more solid than any elite soldier.

He was handsome, with a dashing air about him, not the effeminate pretty boy with greasy hair.

The key is……

An Jianjun was overjoyed.

As her father, he knows best what kind of person An Ran is.

He grew up in a military camp and was as wild as a tomboy.

She has extremely high standards; ordinary men simply don't meet her expectations.

How many promising young men have I introduced to her before?

The results of it?

Those who were good at writing were left questioning their existence by her sharp retorts, while those who were good at fighting were beaten black and blue.

Just last month, the son of the deputy commander of the military region wanted to woo her and sent her a carload of roses, but she threw him and the flowers into the trash can.

This also became a major worry for An Jianjun.

You're twenty-four already!

If this drags on any longer, I'll really become an old maid!

But what did he see today?

An Ran, who usually wouldn't even let a man touch her, actually lay obediently on the ground, letting Chen Zheng do whatever he wanted!

Although the screams were a bit pitiful and the expression was a bit painful.

But as someone who has been through it all, An Jianjun sees it clearly.

Although the girl was struggling, she didn't actually fight back!

With An Ran's skills, if she really resisted, she would have already kicked him with a leg that could break his manhood, instead of just shouting a couple of times.

What does this mean?

This means there's hope!

"Little Chen," An Jianjun said, pushing a teacup towards Chen Zheng in a very amiable tone, "are you settling in well with our brigade?"

Chen Zheng took the teacup with both hands: "Reporting to the brigade commander, everything is fine. The female soldiers... are very energetic."

"Vitality? That's wild!" An Jianjun waved his hand and sighed, "Especially my daughter An Ran, I've spoiled her rotten."

"He has a bad temper, is impatient, and can't tolerate any wrongdoing."

"Over the years, it has given our brigade's officers quite a headache."

Chen Zheng nodded in agreement: "Indeed, very unique."

Observing Chen Zheng's expression, An Jianjun tentatively asked, "Just now... she didn't hurt you, did she?"

"No," Chen Zheng answered truthfully. "Although Captain An resisted fiercely, he eventually cooperated with the treatment."

Combination!

Upon hearing those two words, An Jianjun's eyes lit up instantly.

good boy!

It seems that not only is he physically strong, but his ability to lead troops is also top-notch!

"That's good, that's good!" An Jianjun smiled so much that his face was full of wrinkles. He said in a low voice, "Xiao Chen, since you can handle her, you'll have to... take good care of her in the future."

"An Ran is actually cold on the outside but warm on the inside; she's just stubborn."

"Don't treat her like some brigade commander's daughter. Discipline her when necessary, and take matters into your own hands when necessary!"

Chen Zheng glanced at the brigade commander with some surprise.

Is this still his biological father?

Why does it sound like they'd rather pack up their own daughter and send her away?

"Rest assured, Brigade Commander, I treat everyone equally on the training ground," Chen Zheng said solemnly. "As long as it's for improving combat effectiveness, I will never be lenient."

"Yes! That's the spirit we need!"

An Jianjun slapped his thigh; he liked this kind of tough guy.

He wouldn't even look at the kind of girl who's timid and weak-kneed in the presence of his daughter.

Only someone stronger and tougher than An Ran can keep him in check!