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

"Mr. Su."

Zhang Yi took a step forward, trying to bring the conversation back to normal.

"The shuttle boat is ready, the frigate is waiting over there, it's time for us to set off."

Su Ming nodded, bent down and picked up the canvas bag full of CET-6 materials.

"Let's go."

He turned to look at Dr. Chen and the others.

"Um, bosses."

Su Ming's tone was very polite, just like a customer service representative.

"This 'Unofficial Overseas High-Risk Asset Preservation Operation' has now successfully concluded. Remember to give us a five-star review, okay?

Dr. Chen finally came to his senses, and his beard was trembling with excitement.

The old man rushed forward and grabbed Su Ming's hand with astonishing strength.

"Student Su! Mr. Su!"

Dr. Chen was speaking incoherently.

"I don't understand any security operations. All I know is that without you, we'd all die in Africa!"

Several engineers then gathered around.

"Brother Su! From now on, you're my brother!"

"I'll treat you to a meal when we get back to China! The best of everything!"

"Su Shen, if you ever need anything, just say the word, and I'll go through fire and water for you!"

A group of science and engineering guys who are bad at talking, but right now they wish they could rip their hearts out and show them to Su Ming.

There was even a young man wearing glasses who was so excited that he wanted to come up and give Su Ming a bear hug.

Su Ming took a step back without making a sound, using his canvas bag to shield his chest.

"No, it's a legitimate part-time job."

Su Ming looked at Dr. Chen's old face, which was full of sincerity.

"Doctor, do you really want to repay this kindness?"

Dr. Chen nodded vigorously, thumping his chest loudly.

"Of course! As long as it doesn't violate national principles, what do you want? A letter of recommendation? A place in a graduate program? Or..."

Su Ming's eyes lit up.

It's even brighter than the copper wire I just saw.

He quickly unzipped the canvas bag and pulled out the gleaming gold book, "Detailed Explanation of CET-6 Past Exam Questions".

Turn it over.

Pointing to the listening section.

"Doctor, you are a top expert, your mind must be sharp."

Su Ming pressed further, "Is your hearing alright?"

"I'm not deaf, I'm perfectly fine," Dr. Chen replied instinctively.

Only then did the light in Su Ming's eyes completely disappear.

He slammed the book shut and neatly stuffed it back into his bag.

"Oh, that's all right now."

Su Ming waved his hand and turned to walk towards the shuttle boat.

"I'm off, I'm going back to China to study. The signal is bad here, it's keeping me from doing my practice problems."

Dr. Chen stood there, completely stunned.

He, a national first-class rare earth expert, was disliked?

Zhang Yi and the marines standing nearby had their eyes twitching uncontrollably.

They imagined countless possibilities.

For example, Su Ming would demand a huge sum of money or make an astonishing request.

But to their utter surprise, this ruthless man who single-handedly stirred up trouble in Africa was currently most concerned about the College English Test Band 6.

Zhang Yi felt that his worldview had been impacted.

He turned his head and saw the local tour guide named Sam, who was holding a box of instant noodles and two bottles of Lao Gan Ma chili sauce, crying with snot and tears all over his face.

Then look at Kanth, the Tanzanian officer who was tied up like a dumpling and looked utterly hopeless.

Finally, look at Su Ming, carrying a canvas bag, walking towards the shuttle boat without looking back.

Zhang Yi took a deep breath, realizing he might need a psychological evaluation report.

This mission is fucking...magical.

Office of the Security Department, Jiangnan University.

Even with the air conditioner set to 16 degrees Celsius, Li Changfeng's inner turmoil remained unabated.

He sat at his desk, holding half a piece of chalk in his hand, with a small blackboard in front of him.

The blackboard had several large characters written on it: [Plan for Improving Queue Order at the Braised Pork Window in the Second Canteen]

Li Changfeng sighed.

Back then, he was researching hypersonic missile interception paths at the National University of Defense Technology.

Now, he's researching how to prevent those energetic college students from fighting over the last piece of braised pork.

That's life.

Ups and downs, downs and downs.

The red secure phone on the table suddenly rang.

The shrill ringing of the bell seemed completely out of place in this office filled with the mundane details of daily life.

Li Changfeng's hand trembled, and the chalk broke in two.

He took a deep breath and grabbed the microphone.

"I am Li Changfeng."

On the other end of the phone came the hearty laughter of the old general from Xishan.

Even though they were thousands of kilometers apart, Li Changfeng could tell that his old commander was in an extremely good mood.

"Changfeng! Well done!"

Li Changfeng was stunned.

He did mediate a fight that broke out over seats in the study room, but it shouldn't have alarmed Xishan, right?

"Commander... is this something to be praised for?" Li Changfeng asked tentatively.

"How could it not be worth it? It's totally worth it!" the old general said in a loud voice.

"The person was found! Unharmed! Even that annoying 'wild dog' was captured! What's even more amazing is that Su Ming actually managed to turn a local warlord against him, staging a 'borrowing a boat to go to sea' scheme!"

Li Changfeng's mind went blank.

Su Ming? Africa? Success?

Before he could even process this huge surprise, the old general abruptly changed the subject.

"Although Su Ming was the executor of this operation, you, as his sole contact and 'mentor' in China, deserve immense credit!"

"You must have put a lot of thought and effort into this planning, right?"

Li Changfeng opened his mouth.

thought?

His only worry was that Su Ming wouldn't come back and that he would be sent to grow watermelons.

Besides that, his biggest contribution was watching Su Ming buy spicy snacks at the school store.

"Commander, actually I..." Li Changfeng tried to explain.

"Hey, no need to be modest!" the old general interrupted him.

"I know your personality; you do good deeds anonymously. But this time is different. This is an atypical evacuation case, which is very instructive."

Li Changfeng's heart skipped a beat.

An ominous premonition arose spontaneously.

really.

The old general's next words cemented his place in the annals of shame.

"You should write a detailed performance report and submit it."

"Focus on how you remotely guided Su Ming to break through the complex war-torn environment using limited resources—I think it was just a few packs of spicy strips and some scrap?."

"I've already thought of a title for the report: 'On the Strategic Value and Application Prospects of Spicy Strips in Modern Asymmetric Warfare'."

"Send it to my encrypted email address before 8:00 AM tomorrow."

"Beep...beep...beep..."

The phone hangs up.

Li Changfeng, holding the microphone, froze on the spot, motionless.

How did I provide guidance?

I'd also like to know how I provided the guidance!

What was I doing at the time? I was helping Zhang find his meal card that he had left on the playground!

What is the strategic value of spicy strips?

It's only worth 50 cents a pack, and eating too much of it can easily cause diarrhea!

Li Changfeng slowly put down the microphone and turned to look out the window.

The campus of Jiangnan University was bathed in sunshine, creating a peaceful and serene atmosphere.

A few sparrows were chirping on the windowsill.

It was as if they were mocking the middle-aged man who was about to stay up all night making up stories.