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

The next morning, Zeng Long was awakened by rustling noises and suppressed screams outside his dormitory.

He opened his eyes with a frown, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes that were used to being vigilant in the dark, but he was quickly bewildered by the scene before him.

There were at least ten letters of various colors and scents slipped under the dormitory door...

Outside the window, several girls pretended to pass by, but their eyes were like searchlights, desperately trying to peek inside. When they saw Zeng Long sit up, they immediately ran away blushing like startled sparrows.

You could even hear a loud-voiced girl shouting downstairs, "307! That's the window! Look!"

Zhu Yiqun, sporting a messy, disheveled hairstyle, peeked out from the top bunk, still half asleep.

He said weakly, "Brother Zeng... thanks to you, our dormitory has been successfully upgraded to a 3A-level tourist attraction in Beijing and Qingyuan..."

The ticket contains a signed photo of you.

Hao Shuai was already rolling around on the bed with his phone in his hand, looking extremely excited.

It exploded! It completely exploded!

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The search for Zeng Long has become a hot topic on campus!

Brother Zeng, have you ever considered making your debut?

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Du Ziteng silently did a pull-up by the bedside, looking worried.

"Looks like we'll have to double the physical training today. Being Brother Zeng's bodyguard from now on is going to be a lot of pressure."

Zeng Long rubbed his temples, feeling both amused and exasperated.

This commotion spread even faster than the wanted notice he issued after dismantling an underground den years ago.

He got out of bed, picked up the pile of letters on the floor, and glanced at them casually—"A Letter to My Handsome Senior (with WeChat ID)"

Zeng Long, I want to watch the stars with you…

Hello, Marriage!

Zeng Long: "..." Are all female college students these days so... bold and direct?

Today's first class is "International Finance Theory," taught by Professor Liu, who is known for his strictness and nicknamed "the King of Failing Grades."

The four students from dormitory 307 rushed into the classroom just in time, only to find that the large lecture hall, which could normally accommodate a hundred people, was now... completely full!

The aisles were packed with people! And the male-to-female ratio was seriously imbalanced; all I could see were female students with starry eyes!

No need to ask, everyone's here to see "internet celebrity" Zeng Long.

Professor Liu stood on the podium, looking at this unprecedented spectacle, adjusted his thick glasses, and his face was so gloomy it could drip water.

He hates it most when students disrupt the classroom order with things unrelated to learning.

Despite being the center of attention, Zeng Long calmly searched for his seat.

In the end, still in the first row, the kind-hearted class monitor (a cute girl with a few freckles on her face) blushed and gave up the empty seat next to her, squeezing herself over to her friend's side.

"Thank you," Zeng Long said in a low voice, his deep voice almost making the class monitor faint on the spot.

Professor Liu coughed loudly and began the lesson. The content was still at a kindergarten level for Zeng Long.

He twirled his pen listlessly, his eyes once again scanning the room in their usual way.

He discovered:

Zhu Yiqun was secretly using his phone's front-facing camera as a mirror to tidy up his sparse bangs.

Under the cover of his textbook, Hao Shuai is engaged in a passionate online debate:

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Du Ziteng was diligently taking notes—if that book, "The Perfect Fitness Plan," could be considered notes.

The girls in the back row weren't listening at all; their eyes were glued to the back of Zeng Long's head the whole time, as if they could see something amazing in it.

Professor Liu had clearly noticed the students' inattentiveness in class, especially the new, excessively handsome boy who was obviously daydreaming.

"The girl in the blue dress in the last row!" Professor Liu suddenly called on her, "Please repeat what the core contradiction of the 'Triffin dilemma' I just mentioned is?"

The girl who was staring blankly at Zeng Long's profile exclaimed "Ah!" and stood up in a panic, stammering without being able to utter a single word.

Professor Liu's face darkened further. His gaze swept across the room, finally settling on the most conspicuous "culprit" in the first row.

"New student, your name is Zeng Long, right?"

Professor Liu's voice was icy:

It seems you have a lot of insight into my lecture and no longer need to listen? Then you can answer this: Under a floating exchange rate system, how do major reserve currency countries solve the "Triffin dilemma"?

Swish!

All eyes were on them again!

The girls looked worried, while Zhu Yiqun and the others were sweating for Zeng Long.

"King Yama" is going to use the new school heartthrob as a scapegoat to establish his authority!

Zeng Long stopped twirling his pen and slowly stood up.

He glanced at Professor Liu, and that wicked smile reappeared on his face (the girls' inner monologue: Ahhh, he's so handsome even when he's being asked a question!).

Everyone thought he was doomed.

However, Zeng Long spoke clearly and without error in his lazy, magnetic voice.

Not only did it answer the question accurately, it even went beyond that:

The Triffin dilemma is essentially a conflict between confidence and solvency!

Under a purely floating exchange rate system, the market theoretically adjusts automatically, and the monetary policy independence of reserve currency countries is enhanced. However, the problems are not eliminated, but rather transformed into sharp exchange rate fluctuations and systemic risks.

In fact, the current system is a hybrid system, with the dollar hegemony still intact. The problems simply exist in another form, such as... the cyclical outbreaks of global asset bubbles and financial crises.

He paused, and even gave a recent example from the international financial market, analyzing it incisively, more profoundly than what was written in the textbook.

The entire classroom was completely silent.

The frost on Professor Liu's face visibly melted away, replaced by an expression of shock and disbelief!

This level of knowledge...this insight...this is an undergraduate student? This guy is qualified to be a professor!

Zhu Yiqun opened his mouth into an "O" shape and mouthed to Hao Shuai:

"Holy crap... Brother Zeng is a hidden academic genius?"

Hao Shuai nodded frantically, his eyes filled with admiration:

"That was a stealthy move! So cool!" Du Ziteng silently put away "The Perfect Fitness Plan," feeling his intelligence had been completely crushed.

Professor Liu adjusted his glasses, his tone complex: "You... you studied this before?"

Zeng Long shrugged and smiled innocently.

"I did some research on it when I was abroad." (Inner monologue: Does researching how to use financial warfare to bring down a small country's regime count?)

Professor Liu:

"..." You call this "having done a little research"?

He coughed twice, his tone softening considerably: "Hmm...that's a good answer. Sit down."

From now on, you can relax a bit in my classes. The subtext is: Boss, as long as you don't cause trouble, you can even sleep!

A crisis was easily resolved by Zeng Long using the power of knowledge, which in turn earned him the respect of the "Cold-Faced Yama".

After class, Zeng Long was once again surrounded by enthusiastic classmates (mainly female classmates) asking him questions (although the questions were all strange, such as "Senior, what color burlap sack do you like?").

Just as he was struggling to break through the encirclement, the outer edge of the crowd suddenly quieted down and automatically parted to make way for him.

A figure walked over.

The newcomer was dressed in a well-tailored casual suit, tall and handsome, but with an innate air of aristocracy and aloofness between his brows.

His gaze was calm, yet he exuded an aura that caused the surrounding students to unconsciously lower their voices wherever he went.

It was the same figure I glimpsed on the second floor of the cafeteria yesterday—Chen Yifeng, a prominent figure at Jingqing University and the president of the student union.

He walked straight up to Zeng Long and stopped.

Two equally outstanding boys stood face to face, instantly attracting everyone's attention, and the air seemed to freeze.

"The newcomer? Zeng Long?" Chen Yifeng asked, his voice flat and devoid of emotion.

Zeng Long raised an eyebrow, still with that lazy air: "It's me. What's up?"

Chen Yifeng's gaze lingered on his face for two seconds, seemingly scrutinizing him, before he said calmly:

"It's nothing, let's get acquainted. I'm Chen Yifeng, the student council president."

He paused, then added meaningfully, "Jingqing is a good place, I hope you can have a pleasant time here."

After saying that, he nodded slightly as a greeting, then turned and left with his powerful aura.

The whole process took less than a minute, but it contained a huge amount of information!

Hao Shuai immediately leaned over and excitedly whispered:

Did you see that? Did you see that?

Chen Yifeng!

He came to say hello in person!

Is this a show of force or an endorsement?

Zhu Yiqun stroked his chin as he analyzed:

"It feels like they're here to mark their territory! Meaning: Kid, I've got my eye on you, behave yourself!"

Du Ziteng: "He has a very strong presence; he's a formidable opponent."

Zeng Long watched Chen Yifeng's departing figure, a playful smile curving his lips.

A show of force? Recognition? He didn't care at all.

He just felt that Jingqing University was becoming more and more interesting.

This Chen Yifeng seems to be on a much higher level than that "Godzilla" Tengfei who only knows how to bare his teeth.

But so what?

He was "Number Zero," someone who crawled out of a real mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

In his eyes, the fierce competition on campus was nothing more than a game of children playing house.

However, now that the game has begun, he doesn't mind... playing it a little bigger.

"Let's go," Zeng Long patted his roommates, who were still excitedly discussing, "What's the next class...? Hopefully, the teacher won't ask too many questions."

He walked out with his hands in his pockets and a leisurely gait, as if it were just a trivial matter.

The sunlight shone on him, casting a long, imposing shadow. Behind him, countless eyes followed and whispers murmured.

The tranquil surface of Jingqing University has been completely shattered by the intrusion of this powerful dragon crossing the river.

A bigger storm is brewing. And our Zeng Xue Shen Long still only wants to be a quiet… handsome man?