Searching for someone in northern Myanmar, and you call that earning tuition fees?

Beijing, Xishan Command Center.

The old general sat at the head of the table, gripping two reports tightly, his knuckles cracking.

The chief of staff standing to the side kept his eyes down, seemingly wishing he could disappear on the spot.

The two task reports on the table are veritable blood pressure spikers of the year.

The old general picked up the first document, written by Ling Qiao, a national security agent.

"...Based on the assessment, it is recommended that Su be listed as a 'Level One Strategic Protected Beast'..."

"puff--"

A mouthful of scalding hot tea was sprayed directly onto the uniform of the chief of staff opposite him.

The old general, not even bothering to wipe his mouth, pointed at the word, his voice trembling: "Mythical beast? What does she think this is? The compilation site of the Classic of Mountains and Seas? Should I build a temple for Su Ming and have him offer incense on the first and fifteenth of each lunar month?"

The chief of staff calmly wiped the tea leaves off his face: "Sir, Comrade Ling Qiao may be trying to express... the rarity of Comrade Su Ming."

"Rare my foot!" The old general slammed the report on the table. "This girl usually seems quite clever, how come she's gone crazy after hanging out with that Su Ming for a few days?"

He took a deep breath and picked up the second one.

That was written by Liu Jianjun.

The old general's brow had just relaxed a little when he saw the second paragraph, and his face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

"...Mr. Su used flour as divine punishment...riding a primordial beast, he emerged from the waves, appearing before an army like a god descending to earth..."

"Snapped!"

The solid wood conference table made a loud bang, and the teacup lid was shaken so hard that it jumped high into the air.

"Damn it!" The old general finally broke down, cursing, "I sent you on a top-secret mission overseas, and you brought me back a... cultivation novel?"

"Which unit does Liu Jianjun belong to? Huh? A deity descended to earth? Why didn't he write that Su Ming rode a white dragon horse to the Western Paradise to retrieve the scriptures?!"

The chief of staff shrank back and whispered, "Sir, according to verification... that elephant was indeed ridden by Su Ming."

"Riding an elephant is like being a god? I can ride one at the zoo for twenty yuan!"

The old general paced back and forth in the room, his leather shoes clattering on the floor. He held a copy of the *Classic of Mountains and Seas* in his left hand and a copy of *Investiture of the Gods* in his right, feeling as if he were about to have a heart attack.

"They've all gone mad! One wants to raise people like national treasures, while the other writes about them as terrestrial immortals! They can even detect thunder by smelling soil, know traps by observing monkeys, refine elixirs from flour, and ride beasts? What kind of bewitching potion has Su Ming given them?"

He abruptly stopped and turned to stare intently at the video feed of Li Changfeng on the screen.

On the screen, Li Changfeng stood at attention and saluted, his face serious.

"Li Changfeng!"

"arrive!"

"Look at the stellar team you've led!" the old general roared, pointing at the screen. "This is your summary? Huh? I need tactical analysis, not mythical tales!"

Li Changfeng remained calm, clearly prepared: "Reporting to the commander, I have also criticized them. But they insist that no human language can accurately describe the scene at that time except for these words."

"Get lost!" the old general cursed, then plopped down in a chair, rubbing his temples. "Alright, whatever the case, the mission is accomplished, and we got the stuff back."

He remained silent for a few seconds, then his gaze suddenly sharpened.

"This Su Ming is now a living secret. Although Ling Qiao is talking nonsense, he is right about one thing—this kid is one of a kind."

"Li Changfeng, you did a good job this time..."

In the corner, a staff officer in charge of liaison felt a sudden unease.

Oh no, Director Li is getting a promotion! This is thanks to the old general's personal praise; an important appointment is sure to follow.

Upon hearing this, Li Changfeng, who was on the screen, felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

It's here! After all these years, is it finally time for a change? Could it be the position of deputy commander in the Southern Territory...?

He suppressed his excitement and replied in a deep voice:

"exist!"

"Don't go to the admissions office at the National University of Defense Technology yet." The old general tapped his fingers on the table. "Transfer your current connections to Jiangnan University."

Li Changfeng was taken aback: "Go there for what? To recruit him into the army?"

"What kind of army is this! Can you control someone like that once he's in the military? Can you stop him from dismantling tanks and selling them for scrap metal?" The old general glared at him. "Keep an eye on him! Be his...be his senior security advisor!"

Li Changfeng's lips twitched violently: "Sir... the school doesn't have this position. To put it bluntly, isn't he just a security captain?"

In the corner, the staff officer who had just been filled with envy suddenly shuddered upon hearing the words "security captain," almost bursting out laughing. He quickly lowered his head, pretending to organize documents, but seeing his flushed face and trembling back, it was clear he was secretly overjoyed.

"What's wrong with the security guard?" The old general slammed his hand on the table. "You're told to go, so go! This is a political mission! You only have one task: don't let him get bullied, and don't let him bully others! Especially, don't let him take any more of those shady part-time jobs! Do you hear me?"

"Yes!" Li Changfeng answered loudly, but a bitter feeling welled up in his heart.

I, Li Changfeng, a dignified senior colonel, am being relegated to being a security guard. This is a devastating blow, except it's aimed at myself.

"And another thing," the old general added, "if he tries anything funny, you fucking have to be the first one in front of him. If he loses a single hair, I'll pluck all yours out!"

Li Changfeng stared at the screen, his lips twitching, before finally straightening his back and giving a salute.

"Yes, sir! I guarantee I will complete the guard duty!"

……

Jiangnan University, third floor of the library.

In front of Su Ming was a thick book called "College English Test Band 6 Core Vocabulary".

His brows were furrowed, and his eyes were filled with a confusion and pain he had never felt when facing genetically modified warriors in the "Weeping Rainforest".

He was completely stumped by a series of almost identical letter combinations as soon as he opened the first page.

These things... why do they all look almost the same?

He can communicate fluently in eight languages, but he cannot understand why a simple meaning requires a complex arrangement of seven or eight letters.

Moreover, the pronunciation of these letter combinations was always confused with the local dialect pronunciation of "unpalatable fruit" that he remembered from a certain tribe.

This severely disrupted his memory palace.

"Student Su."

A familiar voice came from above.

Su Ming looked up and saw a middle-aged man in a dark blue uniform with a red armband standing in front of him. The man stood ramrod straight and held a rubber baton in his hand.

It's Li Changfeng.

Su Ming looked him up and down, his gaze settling on the name tag on his chest: Jiangnan University Security Department - Li Changfeng.

Su Ming closed the dictionary and asked sincerely, "Brother Li? Is it because... your family has fallen on hard times? Or did you make a mistake and get demoted?"

Li Changfeng's expression froze. He straightened his collar and forced a friendly smile: "Su Ming, don't misunderstand. This is an arrangement by the organization. I am now a senior security consultant at Jiangnan University, responsible for campus security risk assessment and prevention."

Su Ming nodded: "Oh, the security captain."

Li Changfeng raised his voice a few decibels and corrected, "It's a security consultant! A full-fledged department head! Responsible for the safety of all teachers and students, and... paying special attention to the mental health of certain special talents."

Su Ming didn't respond, and reopened the book: "Alright, consultant. Since you're in charge of security, could you help me get rid of these words? They're seriously threatening the survival rate of my brain cells."

Looking at Su Ming's bitter and resentful expression, Li Changfeng felt a mix of emotions.

Who would have thought that this ruthless man, who rides an elephant in the rainforest and treats international mercenaries like monkeys, would be driven to the brink of despair by a vocabulary book that costs only a few dozen yuan?

"English is all about feeling the language," Li Changfeng said, squatting down to show his elder's concern. "Read more, memorize more, and don't always try to apply logic to it."

Just then, the walkie-talkie on Li Changfeng's waist rang.

"Old Li! Old Li! There's a fight outside the second canteen over chicken legs! Quick, take some men over there!"

The walkie-talkie was very loud, attracting the attention of students passing by.

Li Changfeng's face immediately turned bright red. He hurriedly turned off the walkie-talkie and gave Su Ming an awkward smile: "Um... I'm busy with work and have no choice. Su, you carry it for now, I'm going to... maintain world peace."

After saying that, the once powerful director of the National University of Defense Technology picked up his baton and slunk away toward the cafeteria.

Su Ming watched his retreating figure and shook his head.

"It seems the country is really short of money; even people of this caliber have to take on part-time jobs."

He lowered his head and continued looking at the words in the book.

"Absurd...absurd."

"Hmm, you learned this word particularly well today."