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

Late at night, in solitary confinement.

This is a single dormitory room converted from a storage room. Apart from the lack of windows, the environment is not too bad.

A table, a lamp.

Jiang Nan lay on the table, holding a fountain pen in her hand.

As required by Yang Guohua, she had to write a paper on directional blasting.

With her talent, this should have been an easy task.

But now, that pen felt as heavy as a thousand pounds in her hands.

Tap, tap.

Sweat dripped from the tip of her nose onto the paper.

Her hands trembled more and more violently, and she could barely hold the pen.

This quiet, windowless, enclosed space made her feel physically nauseous.

squeak~

The iron gate was pushed open, and Chen Zheng walked in, bringing a beam of light and carrying two insulated lunch boxes.

Jiang Nan shuddered and instinctively tried to cover the paper on the table with her hand, but the person who came was faster.

"Working so hard?" He placed the lunchbox on the corner of the table and picked up the paper in front of Jiang Nan. "Let me see what kind of earth-shattering theory our genius demolition expert has written..."

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Zheng's expression froze.

There were no words on that A4 sheet of paper, only lines.

Dense, crisscrossing black lines.

They were drawn straight over and over again until the entire sheet of paper was covered with a black grid.

Like a cage.

"..."

Chen Zheng put down the paper and turned to look at Jiang Nan, who was huddled in the chair.

At this moment, she no longer possessed her usual wildness.

She hugged her knees, curled up into a small ball, her long hair disheveled, and a trace of tears on her face.

Are you hungry?

Chen Zheng didn't ask about the painting; he simply unscrewed the insulated lunchbox, and the aroma of braised pork wafted out.

Jiang Nan shook her head, biting her lower lip, and replied softly:

"Instructor..."

"It's too quiet here."

"Could...could you give me an alarm clock? Or...even a timer would be fine..."

"As long as I hear the ticking sound, I won't panic..."

Chen Zheng pulled up a chair and sat down opposite her.

"Jiang Nan".

"I've seen your file."

"The Jiang family of Jiangsu and Zhejiang is a long-established business, specializing in the export of precision instruments."

"You are the only daughter in your family, and you have been raised from childhood to be the 'perfect successor'."

Upon hearing the word "home," Jiang Nan's body stiffened abruptly.

"Perfect... Ah, perfect..."

She suddenly laughed, a laugh that sounded more painful than crying.

"Instructor, do you know what a sterile environment is?"

"As far back as I can remember, I have to chew my food thirty-six times, control my stride to fifty centimeters, and practice the piano to the second."

As she spoke, she stretched out her hands, which were long and beautiful.

"I have been playing the piano for fifteen years."

"Eight hours a day, Beethoven, Mozart, Chopin..."

"That metronome was right next to my ear, tick, tick, tick..."

Jiang Nan imitated the sound of a metronome, as if she were muttering to herself.

"Just one wrong note, or the rhythm is half a beat too slow."

"I will be locked in the reflection room next to the music room."

"It was a large white room, with no windows, no sound, and I was all alone."

"I was left there until I realized where I went wrong."

Chen Zheng listened in silence.

This girl clearly resisted the solitary confinement room, but during the day, in order not to cause herself any trouble, she still accepted the punishment.

He also understood what the dense black lines on the paper were.

That was the shadow of her childhood, that perfect world that suffocated her.

"Later, I went crazy."

"Once, I sneaked into my home lab and poured two chemical reagents together."

"boom!"

She exaggeratedly made an explosion gesture, her eyes still wet with tears, and a joyful smile spread across her face.

"The lab glass shattered; that perfect silence... was finally broken."

"At that moment, I heard a sound ten thousand times more beautiful than a piano piece."

Jiang Nan became more and more agitated as she spoke, and she suddenly grabbed Chen Zheng's arm, her nails almost digging into his flesh.

"Instructor, am I sick?"

"I only feel alive when I see something solid crumble, only when I hear an explosion!"

"I'm a madman... aren't I?"

Finally, she slowly released her grip, slumped onto the table, and let out a suppressed sob.

Chen Zheng looked at the girl who had broken down in front of him.

【Ding! 】

Suddenly, a system notification sounded in my mind.

[Hidden Quest Triggered: Healing the Team Members' Inner Conflicts.]

[Mission Description: Jiang Nan's explosive talent stems from psychological trauma. Simply suppressing it will only backfire. Untangle her inner knot and guide her to transform her destructive urges into controllable combat power.]

[Mission Reward: Top-tier blasting expertise (including mastery of miniature blasting and structural mechanics).]

Chen Zheng closed the system panel.

Even without a reward, he still intended to get involved in this matter.

After all, he was Mulan's instructor.

Chen Zheng reached for the insulated box on the table, opened the lid, picked up a piece of braised pork, and held it to Jiang Nan's lips.

Open your mouth.

Jiang Nan froze for a moment, her eyes blurry with tears as she looked at the piece of meat, and instinctively opened her mouth.

"Is it tasty?"

"...Mmm." Jiang Nan chewed through her tears.

"As long as it tastes good." Chen Zheng put the chopsticks in her hand. "Finish it, don't waste it."

He then leaned back in his chair, his tone becoming more casual.

"You're not sick."

"You're just really pent up."

Chen Zheng pointed to the paper covered with black lines.

"Your parents wanted to raise you to be a precise clock, but they forgot that people are flesh and blood, not wind-up springs."

"If you're crazy, you should be thinking about how to blow up this solitary confinement cell right now, instead of crying here."

Jiang Nan sniffed, stopped crying, and stared at him blankly.

"Then... what should I do?"

"Are you still going to write the paper?"

"Write my ass."

Chen Zheng picked up the paper, crumpled it into a ball, and casually threw it into the trash can in the corner.

"I'll handle things with Political Commissar Yang."

"As for now..."

Chen Zheng glanced at his watch and stood up.

I'm giving you the day off tomorrow.

"No need to wear military uniform, change into civilian clothes."

Jiang Nan froze, the meat on her chopsticks falling off: "Huh? A holiday? Where are you going?"

A mysterious smile appeared on Chen Zheng's lips.

"Let's go shopping."

"Go shopping...?" Jiang Nan was completely dumbfounded.

"What? You don't want to go?"

Chen Zheng raised an eyebrow. "Or do you want to stay here and continue writing?"

"Go! I'll go!"

Jiang Nan suddenly stood up, wiped away her tears, and nodded vigorously.

"That'll do."

After saying that, he waved his hand, got up, closed the door, and left.

Silence returned to the solitary confinement cell.