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

During the first week after returning from the Arctic Circle, a delicate "strategic standoff" ensued between the security department of Jiangnan University and dormitory 407 in Building 6.

Li Changfeng and Lao Zhao, two heroes who survived gunfire and the threat of oligarchs, used Su Ming's dormitory as their office.

Every morning at seven o'clock, as soon as Su Ming opened his eyes, there would always be Li Changfeng standing by the window, pretending to be looking at the scenery.

At lunchtime, when Su Ming sat down at the cafeteria, Lao Zhao would bring a thermos full of goji berries and sit right across from him at the table. His eyes seemed to be watching a TV show, but his peripheral vision was fixed on Su Ming's chopsticks.

That evening, Su Ming went to the library, and the two of them stood guard at the front door and blocked the back door, looking just like two door gods.

Rumors are circulating throughout Jiangnan University that Su Ming, the academic genius of the Finance Department, has probably broken some cardinal rule and is now under constant surveillance by the university's security department.

As final exams approached, the atmosphere of confrontation became increasingly tense.

When Su Ming was writing furiously in the exam room and handed in his paper half an hour early, Lao Zhao, sitting in the monitoring room, had sweaty palms.

"He handed in his paper! Old Li, look at his expression, he's so relaxed, there's definitely something going on here!" Old Zhao pointed at the screen, his voice trembling.

Li Changfeng leaned back in his chair, his eyes dark-rimmed, and waved his hand weakly: "He's such a good student, isn't it normal for him to hand in his paper early? Can you stop making such a fuss? My blood pressure is rising."

After finishing his last exam, Microeconomics, Su Ming walked out of the examination room.

The atmosphere of farewell was already strong downstairs in the dormitory. Zhang Hao, dragging a large suitcase, gave Su Ming a bear hug.

"Brother Ming, I'm going home for the New Year! When are you leaving?"

Su Ming said, "I still have a few books left to read in the library. I'll be leaving in a couple of days."

"Okay! I'll be going now. Call me if you need anything!"

My roommates left one by one, and the entire campus quickly became empty.

But Su Ming's silence made the two people in the security department really restless.

Security Department Duty Room.

Old Zhao paced back and forth in the room, his thermos cup gleaming from handling it.

"Old Li, something's not right, something's fucking not right!" Old Zhao slammed his hand on the table, making Li Changfeng's teacup lid jump.

Li Changfeng was wiping his baton when he heard this, and without even lifting his eyelids, asked, "What's wrong?"

"He's too quiet!" Old Zhao leaned closer, lowered his voice, and looked like he was analyzing some earth-shattering case. "Think about it, it's been so long since he came back from the Arctic Circle! This kid hasn't even ordered takeout once, except for going to class and reading!"

"That's too normal, that's why it's abnormal!" Old Zhao slapped his thigh and roared in a low voice, "Think about it, from the calculator in Africa to the thermos in the Arctic Circle, when has this kid ever not been behaving like a model student before he makes a move? He's up to no good! He's up to something big! Something that could send us both straight to the ICU!"

Li Changfeng paused in wiping the stick.

He recalled Droma's mountain god, Hassan's Baba, the missiles of African warlords, the tears of Arctic snipers, and those heartfelt cries of "Dad" that transcended national borders.

This kid was behaving like an ordinary college student, which made him a little uneasy.

"It's winter break now, the school's empty, this is his perfect opportunity to commit a crime!" Old Zhao's eyes were filled with terror. "Old Li, do you think... there's a war going on in the Middle East right now, might the old general send him... to mediate?"

Li Changfeng's hand trembled, and he almost dropped the baton.

"Damn it." Li Changfeng spat out his cigarette butt and stomped on it. "We absolutely cannot let him use the winter break to work part-time. We must nip it in the bud."

"So!" Old Zhao pulled a stack of A4 papers from his pocket like a precious treasure, a confident smile spreading across his face. "To ensure we don't have a bad New Year, I spent an entire night, combining his past crimes... no, his part-time job patterns, to create a 'Winter Break Personal Development Planning and Risk Assessment Questionnaire' tailored just for him!"

Li Changfeng picked up the questionnaire, glanced at it, and almost blew out the smoke he had just inhaled.

[Question 1: Regarding work-study programs during winter break, which type of social practice do you prefer?]

A. Logistics management for the collection and delivery of rocket launchers in arid regions of the Middle East.

B. Conducting the liquidation and physical burial of oligarchic assets in the frigid Siberian region.

C. Conducting armed escort operations for merchant ships in Somali waters.

D. Frying French fries at McDonald's (This option requires a guarantee letter signed and stamped by the manager of the McDonald's store in Gangnam City)

[Question 2: If a salary dispute arises between you and the project owner, what is your preferred method of communication?]

A. We request that your representative, Mr. Li Changfeng, conduct an unrestricted combat mediation.

B. Invoking the UNIDROIT Principles of International Commercial Law in conjunction with quantitative short selling to bankrupt the other party on the spot.

C. Forcing the other party to passionately acknowledge their father over the phone.

D. File a complaint with the labor inspection brigade (if you choose this option, you need to provide the police report receipt from the local inspection brigade).

Li Changfeng gritted his teeth: "When you wrote option A, did you even consider whether I lived or died?"

Old Zhao waved his hand, signaling him to continue watching.

[Question 3: What is your understanding of "Chinese New Year"?]

A. Family reunion, making dumplings

B. Take advantage of the enemy's laxity to conduct cross-border financial short selling.

C. Legally acquire a heavily armed mercenary group, then celebrate by firing two rocket launchers.

D. Taking two security guards to their deaths.

[Question 4: During the Chinese New Year, if you encounter a naughty child who damages your book while visiting relatives and friends, what would you do?]

A. Forgive with a smile

B. Pull out a calculator and bankrupt the parents of the unruly child.

C. Triggering a localized physical clash between the two families

[Question 5 (Required): Based on your vacation plans, please assess what level of logistical support your dedicated contact person (Comrade Zhao Weibing) needs?]

A. Just have two bottles of nitroglycerin tablets on hand; that should be enough to keep things stable.

B. It is recommended to purchase according to the monthly quota limit.

C. Don't buy the medicine; just reserve a bed in the ICU for me.

"Bang!"

Li Changfeng's scalp tingled. He slammed the questionnaire on the table, pointed at Lao Zhao's nose, and his voice trembled with anger: "Are you afraid he won't have any inspiration?! This is supposed to be a survey? Showing him this thing is like reminding him that there are still so many options to play with during winter break!"

Old Zhao was taken aback: "No, this is a screening method—"

Li Changfeng snatched the stack of papers, his hands trembling with rage: "Rocket launchers, burying oligarchs, fighting pirates... why didn't you just add option D: 'Persuade the five permanent members of the UN Security Council to hold friendly consultations, with the consultations taking place in my office, and me acting as a human shield'?!"

Old Zhao paused for a moment, then took out a pen: "This is good, I'll add it—"

"You fucking put it down!"

Li Changfeng suppressed his anger, folded the questionnaire, and stuffed it into his pocket.

"He can't see this. Throw it away."

"Then how do we find out his background?" Old Zhao asked anxiously.

Li Changfeng was silent for two seconds: "Let's go to the dormitory and ask them face to face."

Dormitory 407, 4 PM.

The door wasn't locked, so Li Changfeng pushed it open and went inside.

Su Ming sat at his desk, flipping through a borrowed book, "Geopolitical Analysis of Global Conflicts," with two other unreturned books stacked on the table.

"Su Ming." Li Changfeng sat down on the edge of the opposite bed and got straight to the point, "What are your plans for winter break?"

Su Ming turned a page in his book: "Read."

"that's all?"

"that's all."

Old Zhao peeked out from behind Li Changfeng: "Really? No orders? No going abroad? You're not going to bankrupt anyone? You're not going to let anyone claim 'father'?"

Su Ming looked up at him.

The look in his eyes was calm, but Old Zhao felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, as if he had been scanned by a thermal imaging camera in the Arctic Circle.

"Uncle Zhao." Su Ming's voice was flat.

"exist!"

"You two follow me around every day. When I go to the cafeteria, you go to the cafeteria; when I go to the library, you go to the library; when I go to the toilet, you squat outside."

Old Zhao's face twitched.

Su Ming closed the book, glanced at the two of them, and said, "You must be very tired. To be honest, I'm quite annoyed too."

Old Zhao opened his mouth, wanting to explain.

Su Ming didn't give him a chance and continued, "And Uncle Zhao, you take six nitroglycerin pills a day, are you eating them like food? Brother Li, you smoke a pack and a half of cigarettes a day. At this rate, your bodies won't last until next March."

Old Zhao instinctively covered the bag containing the medicine bottle.

Su Ming stood up, picked up his canvas bag, and said, "I still have two books to return to the library. I'll go there."

He walked to the door, paused, and didn't turn around.

"I'm not going out during winter break. You guys should go home for the Chinese New Year. Don't waste your time at school."

The door was gently closed.

Old Zhao and Li Changfeng stood in the empty dormitory, looking at each other in bewilderment.

"Do you believe it?" Old Zhao asked.

Li Changfeng lit a cigarette but didn't say anything.

"I don't believe it either." Old Zhao gritted his teeth, took out his phone, and started searching for "Quick-acting Heart-saving Pills Spring Festival Sale - Free Shipping for Whole Cases".