The Rise of a Special Forces Soldier Abandoned by a Wealthy Family

Inside the courtyard house in Xishan, the atmosphere was no longer gloomy.

Li Weiguo returned almost humming a tune, and immediately reported Zeng Long's choice and the earth-shattering, heartfelt "Uncle Li" to the three eagerly awaiting members of the Zeng family.

"He chose Tsinghua University? The Department of Finance and Economics? Excellent!" General Zeng clapped his hands and laughed heartily, his wrinkles spreading wide with joy. "This lad has good taste! In the same department as his sister, great!"

Zeng Sheng held He Jing's hand tightly, too excited to speak, and could only nod heavily.

This is undoubtedly fantastic news, meaning that their son is willing to stay where they can see him, which is a silent but positive signal.

He Jing burst into tears of joy, wiping them away as she murmured:

"That's great... As long as he's safe and happy... We're not in a hurry, not in a hurry... Please don't disturb him..." She emphasized repeatedly, both to remind her family and to warn herself.

When He Jing told her daughter Zeng Lingyu the news, a scream that could pierce eardrums erupted from the other end of the phone!

Ahhhhh!

Mom! Really?

Is my brother coming to our department?

Want to take class with me?

Good heavens!

Am I dreaming?

Zeng Lingyu jumped up and down excitedly on her dorm bed, almost breaking the bed frame. "Isn't my brother handsome? Tall? Oh my god, he must be super handsome! It's all in his genes!"

He Jing was infected by her daughter's joy and smiled as she gave her some instructions:

Xiaoyu, listen to me, your brother... he might have guessed some of it, but he's not ready yet!

So you absolutely must not take the initiative to acknowledge them. Just treat them like any other new classmate, get to know them slowly, okay? Let everything take its natural course.

"Okay, okay! I promise I'll make sure my disguise is flawless!"

Zeng Lingyu was full of confidence, her mind already frantically devising a hundred ways to "accidentally" run into her brother. "Then... should we tell Ru Ge?"

"Don't," He Jing said seriously. "Your brother's identity is top secret. Don't tell anyone, including Ru Ge."

"Understood! I guarantee I'll complete the mission!" Zeng Lingyu was filled with curiosity and anticipation for her brother, wishing she could rush to the classroom the next second.

The administrative efficiency of Jingqing University reached an astonishing speed after Li Weiguo made just one phone call.

The dean of academic affairs, who wore thick glasses, adjusted his glasses.

Looking at the tall, long-legged boy in front of me, whose temperament was comparable to that of a supermodel, and whose face had a slightly roguish and wicked smile.

He glanced down at the transfer application document in his hand, which bore the bright red seal of the Ministry of State Security and was worded so forcefully it was almost an "order."

I feel that my decades of experience in education have been challenged.

"Zeng...Zeng Long, right?"

The director tried to project the authority of a division commander.

"I'm a freshman in the Department of Finance and Economics, and I might be falling behind in the course pace. I'll have to work harder..."

Zeng Long smiled slightly, a smile that made the director a little dizzy:

"Don't worry, Director, I'm a pretty good learner." — (Inner monologue: I could have memorized this textbook three years ago. If it weren't for wanting to experience life here, I'd be more than qualified to be teaching here.)

The procedures went surprisingly smoothly, since no one dared to mess with Minister Li Weiguo's "special pass".

A young administrative teacher was assigned to take Zeng Long to his dormitory.

The administrative and administrator teacher personally led Zeng Long to room 307 of the male dormitory building in the Department of Finance.

As soon as the door was opened, three pairs of eyes immediately focused on it.

The dormitory was a standard four-person room with bunk beds and desks underneath. At that moment, the other three guys were sitting or lying in all sorts of bizarre positions. When they saw Zeng Long come in, they were all instantly petrified.

There was a three-second silence.

"Holy crap!"

A slightly chubby boy wearing black-rimmed glasses was the first to react, suddenly jumping up from his chair and dropping the potato chips in his hand in fright.

"Dude...you...you've come to the wrong place, haven't you? The modeling team's training camp is at the sports institute next door!"

Another boy who was doing push-ups and had well-defined muscles also stopped.

Looking up at Zeng Long's nearly 1.9-meter-tall, upright figure, he clicked his tongue:

"At this altitude... you'd have to duck to get in, right? Dude, are you here to study or to perform a chest-breaking stunt in our dorm?"

The last one, a tall, thin guy who had been sprawled on the bed scrolling through his phone, suddenly sat up with a swift motion.

He pushed up his non-existent glasses, his face serious.

"With my own titanium alloy dog-eye judgment, this level of looks and physique is a devastating blow to the dating rights of our male classmates. Comrade, are you an undercover agent sent by our school's male student union to clean up the campus atmosphere?"

Looking at the three clowns in front of him, Zeng Long unconsciously put his wicked smile back on his face.

This undisguised amazement and good-natured teasing gave him a long-lost sense of ease.

Hello,

He spoke with a smile, his voice carrying a touch of lazy magnetism.

"I'm a new transfer student, so...please take care of me?"

As he spoke, he touched his nose, feigning shyness.

Their enthusiasm is pure and direct, carrying the naiveté and sincerity unique to college students, without any impurities.

Looking at those three vibrant faces, Zeng Long felt as if a few warm pebbles had been thrown into his frozen heart, creating delicate ripples. He decided to let go completely this time.

He curled his lips into his signature roguish smile and extended his hand: "Zeng Long. A Beijing native. Couldn't make it at some crappy foreign university, so I'm back to start anew. I'll be relying on you guys for protection from now on."

"No problem, no problem!" The three of them immediately shook hands with him, laughing and joking, and the atmosphere instantly became warm.

"Take care of me! You absolutely must take care of me!"

The slightly chubby boy was the first to rush up and enthusiastically took the backpack from Zeng Long's hand, which wasn't actually very heavy (he was carrying the tactical backpack himself).

"My name is Zhu Yiqun (Yiqun means outstanding, but he is always called 'a pig')!"

Known locally as the "cafeteria trendsetter," meaning that if you're wondering which food stall in the cafeteria is the best, just ask me!

The boy who was doing push-ups also stood up, revealing a hearty smile:

"Du Ziteng (a very imposing name, but... you know what I mean)! He loves fitness, so I'm in charge of ensuring the safety of the dorm! Of course, mainly to prevent Lao Zhu from sneaking my protein powder in the middle of the night."

The tall, thin man slowly climbed out of bed, stretched out his hand, and looked deep in thought:

"Hao Shuai (his name reflects his parents' greatest hopes)."

"So handsome?"

Zeng Long raised an eyebrow.

"No, his surname is Hao, and his given name is Shuai."

Hao Shuai looked utterly dejected. "You can call me Hao Tongxue, or just call me 'Good Name'."

He paused, then added, "The director of the dormitory intelligence center knows everything about the gossip on campus. Zeng, would you like a copy of 'The Beijing-Tsinghua Survival Guide and a Detailed Map of Beautiful Girls'? VIP internal price, 20% off for a monthly subscription."

Zeng Long finally couldn't help but chuckle softly.

He realized that he seemed to be... starting to like these quirky roommates.

He put down his backpack and stretched his wrists. "We'll talk about the guide later. Can you make my bed first? I'll treat you to dinner tonight, the cafeteria... 'Trendsetter,' please lead the way?"

"Wow! Boss is awesome!" Zhu Yiqun was the first to cheer.

The three of them quickly made up Zeng Long's bed (they didn't dare touch Zeng Long's tactical backpack, which looked like it had a story), and then began a unique "Science Popularization Conference on the Influential Figures of Beijing and Qing Dynasty".

Hao Shuai adjusted his non-existent glasses and began his storytelling session.

First, some big news!

Yan Ruge is the most precious girl in our Sociology Department and also the most beautiful girl on campus!

Such a woman should only exist in heaven; how often can one hear of her in the mortal world!

Her looks are off the charts, her intelligence surpasses everyone else, and her temperament is as aloof as a lotus in a snow-capped mountain!

But! He changed the subject, lowering his voice.

She's taken!

It's been reserved by Chen Yifeng, the "Fengzi" of our school!

Young Master Chen, the number one young master in the capital, the student council president, is said to have connections that reach the highest levels!

"I'm warning you, Brother Zeng, just admire Goddess Yan from afar. Don't let your heart be swayed. There were a few brave souls who didn't believe it before, and now…sigh, I hear they've either dropped out of school, taken a break, or are resting at home (in a physical sense)."

Zhu Yiqun added while munching on a freshly taken-out sausage:

"Yes, yes, yes, we can't afford to mess with her. Zeng Lingyu from our Economics Department is so much better. She's like the girl next door, pure and adorable, and her smile is so sweet it's almost sickening!"

Du Ziteng interjected.

Yes, Zeng is a really nice girl.

However, she also has a protector, Tengfei from our department, a young master from Beijing. He has a very outgoing personality, but if anyone dares to get close to Zeng Lingyu, he can instantly turn into Godzilla!

Therefore, Brother Zeng, this line is also dangerous.

Hao Shuai summarized his speech.

Therefore, Comrade Zeng Long, given that your nuclear weapon-level good looks have suddenly been released to the market, for your safety and the overall stability of our dormitory 307,

I suggest you develop discreetly in the early stages and avoid easily crossing these two red lines...

Zeng Long found these campus gossip stories, which were comparable to palace intrigue dramas, much more interesting than listening to economic theories.

He grinned wickedly and patted Hao Shuai on the shoulder:

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in being a 'dragon slayer' right now. I came to Jingqing mainly to... experience normal university life." He was telling the truth.

Upon hearing this, his roommates immediately gave him knowing looks—handsome guys like to pretend to be low-key, I understand!

There was a long class in the afternoon, and the entire 307 dormitory went out.

When Zeng Long followed his three roommates into the lecture hall that could accommodate hundreds of people, the originally noisy classroom seemed to have been muted.

Whoosh! All eyes, regardless of gender, were immediately drawn to the tall, handsome new face standing at the door.

There was silence for a full five seconds.

Then— "Wow—!"

"My God! Who is that?!"

"New here? From our department? I've never heard of him before!"

"That height! That face! That aura! Brother, you're killing me!"

"Oh no, I think I'm in love! I fell in love in an instant!"

"Quick, pinch my philtrum! I'm about to faint!"

That figure, that face... is she a celebrity or a model?

Look! Look!

He laughed!

His smile is so wicked and roguish!

Ahhh, I'm dead!

The girls' whispers and exclamations instantly merged into one, their eyes shining so brightly they could almost melt him.

Zeng Long was already used to all kinds of attention.

But such a straightforward, enthusiastic, and unmalicious onlooker is unprecedented.

His wicked smile deepened, and he waved to the crowd, his voice not loud but clearly carrying throughout the classroom:

"Hello everyone, my name is Zeng Long. I'm very happy to be your classmate and spend our future campus life together."

His deep, magnetic voice, coupled with his outrageously handsome face and slightly wild temperament, instantly elicited a chorus of gasps.

The boys were half envious and half jealous:

"Damn! Where did this celebrity come from? Did they wander onto the wrong set?"

"How are we supposed to live? All the girls are practically glued to him!" "It feels like a bloodbath is about to erupt in our department..."

Zhu Yiqun muttered to himself:

Oh no... I feel like our 307 room is going to become the enemy of all the boys in the school...!

Hao Shuai pushed up his glasses:

"No, it's a sacred place. From now on, the line of female students coming to our dorm to watch will probably stretch all the way to Weiming Lake."

Du Ziteng silently clenched his fist:

"Looks like... I need to step up my workout routine. Helping Brother Zeng fend off unwanted suitors might be quite a physically demanding job in the future."

The old professor was speaking eloquently about macroeconomic models on the podium.

After listening for a while, Zeng Long felt as bored as listening to a kindergarten teacher teach 1+1=2.

He had already mastered this knowledge in real-world practice several years ago.

So he began to observe the various characters in the classroom with great interest.

The top students in the front row had shining eyes and were taking notes at lightning speed, as if they were receiving the truth of the universe.

Most of the students in the middle only half understood what the professor was saying, their eyes sometimes focused and sometimes confused, as if they were playing "spot the difference"—finding the key points in the professor's words.

The "leisure area" in the back is even more impressive:

Zhu Yiqun was secretly scrolling through food videos on his phone, his mouth practically watering onto the table!

Under the cover of his textbook, Hao Shuai quickly used his phone to livestream in a group called "Jingqing Gossip Society":

Breaking News! Mysterious Transfer Student Zeng Long Makes His Classroom Debut! (High-Resolution Candid Side Profile Photo Included!)

Du Ziteng... he was actually taking notes seriously!

Upon closer inspection, Zeng Long realized that he was actually drawing a muscle anatomy diagram.

He also saw a boy carefully handing a note to a girl next to him diagonally ahead. The girl glanced at it, and her face instantly turned red from her ears to the roots of her neck. She lowered her head and secretly smiled.

Zeng Long found it extremely interesting.

Is this what university is like? You can openly daydream, fall in love, and dream... as long as you can pass the exam.

This free-spirited yet vibrant atmosphere was something he had never truly experienced at Harvard.

There, he had to be constantly vigilant, calculating every single second precisely.

And here, amidst Li Weiguo's promises and his roommates' silly enthusiasm, he felt for the first time that perhaps he really could try... to relax.

Sunlight streamed through the window, warmly bathing me.

The professor's voice on the podium seemed distant. He rested his chin on his hand, gazing blankly at the swaying shadows of the trees outside the window, a genuine, relaxed smile unconsciously curving his lips.

Maybe... being an ordinary college student who occasionally skips classes, listens to gossip, and is surrounded by girls... isn't so bad.

Ordinary campus life? Let's go...