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

Li Changfeng forcibly suppressed the raging in his heart and forced out a kind and friendly smile.

"Su Ming, broaden your horizons." He spoke earnestly and patiently, "What's a small setback? Take advantage of this social practice to see the beautiful landscapes of our motherland, to cleanse your soul on the snowy plateau. Who knows, you might come back with a burst of inspiration and score 600 on the CET-6?"

Without looking up, Su Ming turned to the next page of "Detailed Explanation of CET-6 Past Exam Questions".

"I'm not going."

The answer was firm and unequivocal.

"Unless you change my CET-6 score to 600."

Li Changfeng's smile froze on his face. The old general had just done something similar, changing 318 to 422, which had already thrown the Ministry of Education into chaos. Changing it to 600 again, the Minister of Education would probably have to personally lead a team, sword in hand, to the Western Hills command post to fight to the death.

He took a deep breath, his smile faded, and only the seriousness and solemnity unique to a professional soldier remained on his face.

"Alright, alright, I'm not kidding anymore."

Li Changfeng took out a printed photograph from his pocket and pushed it in front of Su Ming.

The photo is low resolution, with a vast, snow-covered wilderness as the background. In the center of the image is a silver-gray metal box abandoned in the snow, sealed with a seal bearing distinctive Tibetan symbols. Even through the photograph, one can feel the weight of history.

"The Gesar Golden Sutra," Li Changfeng's voice deepened, "not the one from the mythological story, but a unique copy that records five hundred years of hydrological, meteorological, and geological changes in the core area of ​​the ancient Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. Its value lies not in the gold, but in the data. It has immeasurable strategic significance for our research on climate change and water resource allocation. It is a true national treasure."

He paused, then continued, "Three days ago, on the way from Tibet to Beijing for repairs, the convoy encountered a severe blizzard in Osaka, a no-man's land, and lost contact with the convoy."

Su Ming finally lifted his eyelids, glanced at the photo, and his expression remained unchanged.

"If they're out of contact, send out a search and rescue team, or have the satellites scan the area. Why are you contacting me? I'm not a search and rescue dog."

"That's the problem." Li Changfeng frowned, and continued, "The satellites have scanned the area around Osaka, known as 'Ghost's Bane,' and there's strong natural magnetic interference, resulting in extremely poor imaging. More importantly, we've intercepted intelligence from abroad; a team is also heading towards those coordinates. Codenamed 'Snow Fox,' its members are all retired veterans of the US special forces, now the world's top art thieves—a bunch of money-grubbing lunatics."

Li Changfeng's eyes sharpened: "The government can't send troops in openly; it would cause unnecessary international disputes. Therefore, this operation must be carried out unofficially. And you, Su Ming, are currently the most suitable candidate."

After listening, Su Ming closed the book.

He stood up, slowly put the book into his backpack, and zipped it up.

Li Changfeng was secretly delighted.

There's a chance!

Su Ming slung his bag over his shoulder and turned to leave.

"Wait!" Li Changfeng quickly stopped him and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Go back to the dorm." Su Ming looked at him and answered matter-of-factly, "Go to sleep. I have to get up early tomorrow to memorize vocabulary. State secrets are too mentally taxing and will affect my sleep quality."

Li Changfeng felt his neck veins throbbing. He clenched his molars tightly, and a faint "crunching" sound came from between his teeth.

He gritted his teeth, feeling like he was about to be driven mad by this kid. Money couldn't buy him anything, national treasures couldn't buy him anything, not even the weighty label of national security!

What on earth is going on in this kid's head?!

Level 6... Yes, Level 6!

Li Changfeng, as if grasping at a last straw, practically roared, "The Xishan team said that if you can complete this mission, they'll kidnap the head of the exam-setting team to get you a set of next year's 'CET-6 Guaranteed Pass Prediction Papers'!"

Su Ming, who was about to take a step, slowly retracted his raised foot.

He turned around, threw his backpack on the table with a "bang," and sat back down on the small stool.

With a firm gaze and solemn expression, he resembled an outstanding young person preparing to take the oath of joining the Party.

Tell me more.