The story goes back to the beginning of Xiang and Jing's acquaintance.

The day Xiang Hengxi met Jing An'an was the Double Ninth Festival.

Later, when Jing An'an mentioned this date, she said that she must have forgotten to check the almanac before going out, which is why she was unlucky enough to run into him.

However, she had no choice, because that day was the day for new recruits of the Special Operations Section to report for duty, and she couldn't avoid it even if she wanted to.

Since Xiang Hengxi is the deputy commander of the 309th Regiment, she is under his jurisdiction.

Although the Special Operations Department is different from other recruits, spending most of their time working in offices and holding a more detached position, they still need to train their physical fitness.

The special department has a small team of seven people, and Jing An'an is the only girl in the team.

In fact, Xiang Hengxi did not intend to take over their work personally at the time, so he sent a squad leader over.

That day, the sun was shining brightly, and he was giving special training to elite soldiers when he saw a group of people running in the distance. They were scattered and lazy, and he couldn't stand it.

He was always strict with himself and others, so he immediately ran over, coldly reprimanded the squad leader, and then punished the six new recruits by making them do a hundred push-ups on the spot.

This group of bespectacled, usually mild-mannered mental laborers were intimidated by the ruthless commander's cold face and immediately carried out the order.

"Didn't you say there were seven?! There's still one left!" Xiang Hengxi demanded of the class monitor in a loud voice.

The squad leader, who was being punished with push-ups, immediately stood up and reported it.

Xiang Hengxi looked in the direction he pointed and saw a small black dot moving in the glaring sunlight.

That speed can only be described as slow as a tortoise or a snail; it hardly qualifies as running!

This group was already running loosely enough, but there was one even more outrageous one.

His tanned face appeared even darker in the sunlight as he waited for the little black dot to come closer.

As she ran closer, Xiang Hengxi's face darkened even more.

The military uniform was worn loosely like a burlap sack, with trouser legs dragging on the ground, looking like it was about to trip over at any moment. The long sleeves obscured the hands, making it look like someone who had come to perform Peking Opera!

"You! Come here!" Xiang Hengxi roared.

Jing An'an glanced at his rank, ran over, panting, her lips pale, and saluted: "Reporting to the deputy regimental commander, number 2918 has arrived."

Xiang Hengxi was stunned when he heard the voice. He looked closely at her face and realized that it was a woman, which did not match the information that had been sent.

"Deputy Regiment Commander, the personnel were changed at the last minute. We only received the notification last night and haven't had time to prepare the female soldiers' uniforms yet," the squad leader explained to Xiang Hengxi in a low voice.

Xiang Hengxi frowned, his expression turning even more unpleasant. Their group was the elite of the elite, and there had never been a single woman in it.

Although his upbringing taught him to respect and be considerate of all female beings, it didn't mean he could accept a woman being a hindrance in his unit!

"What kind of behavior is this!" Xiang Hengxi pulled off her hat, which had askew after she ran, and threw it back at her, saying sternly and venomously, "I'll give you one minute to fix this theatrical look! This is a special forces unit; we don't need your stage presence!"

Jing An'an was still panting heavily. She quickly rolled up her torn trouser legs and sleeves, straightened her hat, and then stood at attention with her hands at her sides.

Seeing the squad leader wink at her, she immediately remembered and saluted Xiang Hengxi: "Reporting to the deputy commander, 2918 is ready."

Xiang Hengxi turned to the class monitor, a smirk playing on her lips: "You're quite good at reading people."