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

Jiangnan City, Special Liaison Office of the National University of Defense Technology.

Li Changfeng sat upright, with three cups of milk tea with different levels of sweetness in front of him, a copy of "League of Legends S15 Season Tactical Review", and a limited edition anime figurine voucher.

He took a deep breath and practiced what he considered his most amiable smile in front of the mirror.

"Xiao Su, this is a personal task assigned to me by my superiors..."

No, that's too stiff.

"Su Ming, from now on we're friends. If you need anything, just ask Brother Li!"

No, it's too greasy.

"Hey bro, need some accessories for your legs?"

Li Changfeng shook his head violently, banishing the terrible thought from his mind.

His superior's task for him was to "befriend Su Ming at all costs." But the problem was, how could he befriend a "superhuman" who could shoot down airplanes with stones?

"Beep beep beep".

The encrypted phone on the table rang, and a message popped up from the front-line observation post.

"The target has returned to dormitory 407 at Jiangnan University. Current status: suspected to be sleeping."

Li Changfeng perked up, picked up his car keys, and prepared to leave. But after taking only two steps, he turned back and picked up the three cups of milk tea.

……

407 Dormitory.

After taking a shower, Su Ming felt as if all the sand had been washed away, and he felt completely revitalized.

Zhang Hao's brain was still a bit fuzzy. He kept glancing at the legend of "Slingshot Man" on his phone, and then he would steal a glance at Su Ming, his eyes filled with awe, admiration and curiosity.

"Brother Su... Brother Su," he finally couldn't hold back any longer and asked cautiously, "Besides that glowing metal lump, do you have any other treasures in your backpack?"

"That's all," Su Ming replied casually, wiping his hair.

He walked to his desk and pulled open the drawer that was locked with a small lock.

"Clang!"

He casually placed the geomagnetic monitoring core on the table. Its eerie blue light flickered under the fluorescent light, creating a futuristic effect.

"I...can I touch it? Just once!" Zhang Hao rubbed his hands together, like a child seeing a favorite toy.

"No, static electricity," Su Ming said succinctly.

He frowned as he looked at the core. He had discovered it back in the desert; the design was flawed. The silver-palladium alloy coils had undergone irreversible oxidation under a strong magnetic field, causing energy to continuously dissipate. If it wasn't dealt with soon, this thing worth billions would truly become scrap metal.

"It needs to be repaired before it can be returned," Su Ming muttered to himself.

"Repair?" Zhang Hao's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"You know how to fix this? Shouldn't it be sent back to the manufacturer?"

Su Ming ignored him. He took out a small canvas tool bag from the side pocket of his backpack, opened it, and found no screwdrivers or soldering irons inside, but a row of woodworking knives of different sizes, gleaming coldly, and several shiny metal files.

This is something his grandfather left behind.

Zhang Hao: "???"

He watched as Su Ming picked up the finest flat-headed file and carefully... filed down on that futuristic core.

"Sizzle... sizzle..."

A faint but jarring sound rang out in the quiet dormitory.

Zhang Hao felt his heart clench with the sound.

Dude! That thing is worth several Jiangnan Universities! You're just going to use a file to fix it? Are you serious? What's the difference between this and using a kitchen knife to perform heart bypass surgery on a patient?!

Su Ming, however, was very focused. His movements were extremely steady, and his wrists exerted even force. Each filing precisely landed on the oxidized coil node, scraping away the thin layer of oxide to reveal the silvery-white metallic luster underneath.

The precision of this operation has reached the micrometer level.

"Done."

A few minutes later, Su Ming blew away the metal shavings and looked at the coil, now perfectly repaired, with satisfaction. The pale blue light instantly stabilized and stopped flickering.

He thought for a moment, then rummaged through the drawer and pulled out a roll of medical tape. He tore off a small piece and carefully stuck it onto the joint that had just been filed, as a temporary insulating layer.

Zhang Hao was numb. He stared at everything expressionlessly, feeling as if his worldview had been shattered.

So... this is top-notch repair technique? File and tape? I've learned something, but it feels like I haven't learned anything at all.

Just then, there was a knock on the dormitory door.

"Knock knock knock".

Zhang Hao ran to open the door, where a middle-aged man in casual clothes with a slightly stiff expression stood, holding three cups of milk tea.

"Hello, I'm looking for Su Ming." Li Changfeng forced a friendly smile.

"Who are you?"

"I...I'm a distant relative of his, surnamed Li. I was just passing by the school and stopped by to see him," Li Changfeng lied.

Su Ming looked up and saw Li Changfeng, and the smile on his face that looked more like a grimace.

"Director Li," Su Ming called out calmly.

"Hey! No, no, no, don't call me Director, call me Brother Li!" Li Changfeng rushed in and enthusiastically placed three cups of milk tea on the table.

"Here you go, I just bought these. I didn't know what flavor you liked, so I bought full sugar, half sugar, and sugar-free."

Zhang Hao was completely dumbfounded.

He recognized the man; he was the high-ranking leader who spoke on the podium at the military training mobilization meeting! The director of the special admissions office at the National University of Defense Technology!

Now, this big boss is acting like a food delivery guy, bringing milk tea to the dorm to "warm up"? And he even calls himself "Brother Li"?

Li Changfeng's gaze was quickly drawn to the core on the table. Although he didn't recognize what it was, the aura it exuded—"I'm very expensive" and "I'm not from Earth"—still made his heart skip a beat.

In particular, there was a piece of medical tape with the words "Serve the People" pasted on it.

This combination is too fantastical.

"Su Ming, this is..."

"Oh, a souvenir," Su Ming said, taking a sip of the fully sweetened milk tea.

"Brother Li, what's up?"

The word "Brother Li" made Li Changfeng feel completely at ease, and he almost stood at attention and saluted on the spot.

He was overjoyed; his "making friends" plan had finally taken its first step.

"It's nothing, it's just that the organization is concerned about you and asked me to come and check on you. Are you settling into school life? Is there anything the organization can help you with?"

Su Ming thought for a moment, then looked at him very seriously.

"have."

"Speak!" Li Changfeng immediately straightened his back.

"Could you offer me a exemption from the CET-6 (College English Test Band 6)?"

Li Changfeng: "..."