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

Dragon Kingdom, Western Hills of the capital, a top-secret combat command center.

On a massive electronic sand table, real-time satellite images of the Lop Nur region were magnified to the extreme. A dozen generals, each bearing the rank of colonel, stood around the sand table, their faces solemn.

Li Changfeng, the head of the special admissions office at the National University of Defense Technology, was also among them. But he stood on the outermost edge, even his breathing was soft.

The reason he was able to appear at this event was not because of his military rank, but because he had a unique temporary identity—the only person among everyone present who had had direct contact with that "monster" named Su Ming.

"Is the situation confirmed?" a white-haired veteran asked in a deep voice, the three golden stars on his shoulder signifying his lofty status.

"Confirmed, sir." An intelligence chief strode forward and handed over a newly printed document, his voice trembling.

"Preliminary assessment by the technical department indicates that the photos submitted by Ma Jianguo match the top-secret M-country device codenamed 'Ground Listening' in our intelligence database with a 99% accuracy rate. This thing theoretically only exists in their design blueprints; even the CIA can't get their hands on a physical copy!"

"So, that college student named Su Ming solved a problem that our Strategic Support Force and the Second Department of the General Staff had been trying to solve for years in just a few days?" The old general's tone was unreadable.

The atmosphere in the command room instantly became tense.

Everyone present was shrewd; they could all understand the thunderous rage behind those seemingly innocuous words.

The core secrets that the state apparatus could not access, despite its immense resources, were picked up by a student as if they were "local specialties".

This isn't a slap in the face.

This involves pressing someone's face directly to the ground and running them over repeatedly with a military off-road vehicle.

"Ahem...about that helicopter..." Another air force general coughed and pointed strangely to a corner of the screen. There, a magnified image of charred wreckage was displayed.

The intelligence chief, forcing a smile, continued his report: "The on-site investigation report is out. The cause of the crash was... an unidentified hard object impacting the engine intake, causing an in-flight engine stall. We extracted a piece of... sandstone fragment from the wreckage."

"sandstone?"

"Yes, to put it simply, it's a rock."

The command room fell silent once again.

All eyes turned to Li Changfeng in the corner.

Li Changfeng felt his scalp tingle. He recalled the arrogance he had displayed in the president's office at Jiangnan University, when he slammed his fist on the table and declared he would award Su Ming the rank of major.

In retrospect, that wasn't boldness, it was ignorance.

Major?

Is it appropriate to promote a superhuman like him, who can shoot down armed helicopters with stones and casually dismantle other countries' strategic weapons, to the rank of major?

This is an insult! A blatant insult!

"Li Changfeng!" The old general finally spoke, slowly turning around with a sharp gaze that pierced Li Changfeng.

"Here!" Li Changfeng stood up abruptly, sweat beading on his forehead.

"You've met him. What's your opinion?"

"Reporting to the commander!" Li Changfeng took a deep breath, his throat dry.

"My opinion is... I was wrong! I was terribly wrong!"

He took a step forward, his voice rising with excitement:

"Back at Jiangnan University, I shouldn't have tried to reason with him! I should have just... just knocked him out and tied him up! What our National University of Defense Technology lacks isn't geniuses, it's utterly unreasonable geniuses like Su Ming!"

"His presence abroad is a huge waste of national resources! It's also a serious threat to our national defense—what if he gets poached by another overseas part-time job platform someday?!"

These words were spoken with great conviction. The generals present were taken aback at first, but then all showed expressions of agreement.

Tie them back?

This idea...it doesn't seem like it's entirely impossible!

"Nonsense!" The old general slammed his hand on the table, but there was no anger on his face; instead, he seemed to be both amused and exasperated.

"They are law-abiding citizens, not enemy agents! What are you trying to do? Are you trying to force them to buy or sell?"

He paced back and forth, then picked up the top-secret file about Su Ming from the table.

From escaping unscathed from the K area in northern Myanmar, to deterring destroyers on the high seas, and now to the trip to Lop Nur.

Each and every one of these achievements would be a meritorious deed worthy of at least a special-class merit, but in Su Ming's case, they were all just byproducts of his "part-time" work.

"This kid..." The old general looked at the neat-looking ID photo in the file for a long time before letting out a long sigh.

"It's a real dragon. I'm afraid our little pond can't hold it."

He put down the file, glanced at everyone present, and finally gave the order.

"Pass on my orders."

"First, Su Ming's personal file is classified as a top-secret national document, and no unit or individual may investigate it without authorization."

"Secondly, regarding the core of 'Ground Listening,' publicly declare it a major breakthrough by our agents. All credit should go to the 'Shadow' unit; we must not allow Su Ming to be exposed to any spotlight."

"Third..." The old general looked at Li Changfeng, his tone becoming meaningful.

"You are to return to Jiangnan City immediately. Don't mention the special recruitment again. Your new task is to befriend him at all costs."

"Make friends?" Li Changfeng was taken aback.

"Yes." The old general smiled like a cunning old fox.

"Doesn't he like part-time jobs? From now on, the country will be his biggest employer. Whatever he wants to demolish, we'll provide the tools. Wherever he wants to go, we'll approve the flight routes for him. In short, we want him to have fun and enjoy himself to the fullest, and hopefully he can also bring back some 'local specialties' for the country while he's at it."

"As for the reward..." The old general tapped the table and said, word by word.

"No upper limit!"