My Perfect Female CEO

Chapter 771 My Poor Pillow

Thirty-eight cadets lined up, standing neatly in front of Ye Fan.Except for Zhang Lu, Shen Tingting, Qian Weiguo, and Gao Qiang, the rest were covered in mud, looking utterly disheveled.

Having personally experienced Ye Fan’s strength and witnessed his terrifying prowess, the cadets’ arrogant attitudes disappeared completely, replaced by obedience and sincerity.

Each of them had been as unruly as lone wolves, now turned into docile little lambs.

The cadets were thoroughly impressed; in front of Ye Fan, they no longer harbored any trace of arrogance.

Ye Fan’s indifferent gaze swept over the cadets. Anyone who caught his eyes felt ashamed and cast their gaze elsewhere.

From the bottom of their hearts, they acknowledged this powerful instructor.

"Are you still unconvinced?" Ye Fan asked coldly.

At this moment, he was standing in front of Yang Shu, who was pouting, her anger not yet dissipated.

"It’s strange. His casual glance gives me the feeling of being stared at by a beast. It must be an illusion, just an illusion," Yang Shu thought uneasily to herself. She forcibly suppressed this discomfort, pouted her mud-covered lips defiantly, and said, "I know I’m no match for you, but getting me to submit to you is impossible."

"I don’t mind giving you a kick. Do you believe it?" Ye Fan said playfully.

"I know you want to use me to establish your authority, but let me warn you, if you’re really a man, don’t use the weak to do so. That’s not real skill," Yang Shu retorted strangely.

"I’ve already accomplished my goal of establishing authority. You aren’t foolish enough not to realize that, are you?" Ye Fan replied unkindly. "Admitting you’re a woman in front of me seems cowardly, doesn’t it? Our relationship is simple: you’re the cadet, and I’m the instructor. There are no men or women on the training ground. If you insist on this viewpoint, I can give you special treatment. I have every right to kick you out of the cadet list, do you believe it?"

"You... you’re bullying me?" Yang Shu’s nose twitched, tears already glistening in her pretty eyes.

She had been kicked by Ye Fan, her dignity lost, and her anger had already been brewing inside her. Now that Ye Fan openly called her foolish and threatened to remove her from the cadet list, she felt deeply aggrieved. She was one of the most outstanding and brilliant cadets; how could she endure such disdain? Yet, she didn’t dare act too recklessly—merely showing a little temper, and Ye Fan wanted to kick her out. This made her so angry she almost cried.

Naturally, Ye Fan had the authority to expel her. Understanding this, Yang Shu felt aggrieved enough to cry.

If she were really kicked out, where could she show her face in the future?

When selected as a cadet, it was said that in training matters, the instructor’s word was final, and the instructor held significant authority, regardless of any connections or backgrounds—it was of no use.

After all, she was still a woman; no matter how tough on the outside, she was fragile inside.

"Do you want me to find you a private room so you can have a good cry?" Ye Fan scolded coldly.

He was quite frustrated; if she loved to cry, she shouldn’t act haughty in front of him, let alone end up like this after just a few words. What did that even mean?

"I’m not going to cry," Yang Shu mumbled to herself, then stood neatly, her eyes ahead, like a model cadet.

Ye Fan stared at Yang Shu for a second, then walked away, not saying anything further. If he pushed a bit more, and Yang Shu really cried, his reputation of making cadets cry wouldn’t be good.

After inspecting the cadets, Ye Fan finally said loudly, "Dismissed. Go wash off all this mud when you get back. I don’t want to see any unsightly scenes. Assemble at the same spot this afternoon."

With that, Ye Fan turned and left.

"What?"

"What kind of instructor is this?"

"He just finished asserting his authority; shouldn’t he at least call the roll? How can an instructor just walk away like that?"

"Totally incompetent."

The cadets looked at each other, each with a wry smile; since Ye Fan had left, they could only scatter as well.

In the women’s dormitory, after showering, Yang Shu had changed into a clean military uniform. She sat on the bed, cursing softly into the pillow, "Damn instructor, lousy instructor, not a bit of tenderness, not to mention scolding me as foolish and wanting to kick me out. It’s so annoying, annoyingly so! I’ll beat you, I’ll beat you to death."

As she spoke, Yang Shu began to pound the pillow with both arms, her expression icy, her silver teeth grinding in rage.

Yang Shu was venting, clearly substituting the pillow for Ye Fan.

The other female cadets were silent as cicadas in winter, their eyes elsewhere, not daring to even glance at Yang Shu.

"Who would’ve thought, the usually tyrannical Yang Shu also has this girlish side?"

"What a surprise."

"Yang Shu must be really upset, otherwise she wouldn’t be venting so foolishly."

"But speaking of the instructor, he’s quite impressive, isn’t he?"

"And quite handsome."

The other female cadets whispered among themselves.

"What are you all murmuring about? Stop gossiping behind my back. Don’t you even have that bit of awareness?" Yang Shu turned her head sharply, glaring at the other cadets. With the air of a leader, no one dared to talk back to her.

The other cadets immediately lowered their heads, pretending to be focused on their own tasks.

They knew too well that Yang Shu was in a foul mood, and no one dared provoke this powder keg.

At this moment, Zhang Lu came in, chin up, and slowly walked toward Yang Shu. With a tone of false compassion, she said, "Oh dear, poor pillow, who was so cruel to beat you out of shape?"

Yang Shu’s eyes blazed, and she gritted her teeth, "Zhang, quit with the sarcastic remarks. If you keep babbling nonsense, I’ll tear your mouth off."

"What? Am I not allowed to pity the pillow?" Zhang Lu replied haughtily, then pretended to just notice Yang Shu, exclaiming in surprise, "Isn’t that Yang Shu? Why are you taking it out on a pillow? Aren’t you famous for being domineering? How can you have such a little temper? Oh, right, because you’re a woman in the end, huh? Understandable, understandable."

Yang Shu was severely agitated; she shot up, looking at Zhang Lu’s superior attitude, her fury rising uncontrollably. She shouted, "Zhang Lu, watch yourself, or I’ll show you no mercy."

"No mercy? How exactly?" Zhang Lu snickered, then said meaningfully, "What, are you planning to fight? Let’s not forget who was outmatched and got kicked by someone. Now that the wounds have healed, have you forgotten the pain?"

"You... you’re going too far," Yang Shu fumed, glaring at Zhang Lu, seemingly ready to explode, her chest heaving violently.