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

After a few days of being "internet celebrity" living, the students in dormitory 307 gradually got used to the daily routine of being stared at wherever they went.

Zeng Long continued to do things his own way, daydreaming in class and being surrounded by onlookers after class.

That afternoon, when he had no classes, Hao Shuai, holding his phone, suddenly let out a wolf howl:

"Guys! Here's your chance! Sun Xiaomeng from the Foreign Languages ​​Department and her roommate want to invite our dorm for a get-together! Let's go to the back street for barbecue tonight!"

Zhu Yiqun sprang from the bed in an instant and began to fuss over his precious few strands of hair with astonishing speed:

Sun Xiaomeng?

Is it Sun Xiaomeng, the one with big eyes and a sweet voice?

Thank God!

Is my spring finally coming?

Du Ziteng silently put down the dumbbells, changed into a tight-fitting T-shirt, and tried to tense his chest muscles:

"Yes, a social event is good; it helps promote friendly exchanges between students from different departments." (Inner monologue: A great opportunity to flex my muscles!)

Zeng Long was looking at international news on his computer, not even turning his head: "You guys go ahead, I'm not interested."

"No!" the three exclaimed in unison, instantly lunging forward to hug Zeng Long's legs.

"Brother Zeng! You can't just stand by and watch someone die!"

Zhu Yiqun looked miserable. "Without your nuclear-powered handsome face to anchor the scene, the three of us would just be background figures!"

Hao Shuai, pushing up non-existent glasses, analyzed the pros and cons:

Brother Zeng, this is a strategic necessity!

Your presence will draw most of the firepower—no, I mean attention!

This way, we can have in-depth discussions about our respective goals.

Du Ziteng put it succinctly: "If you don't go, we can't beat the boys at the other tables."

Zeng Long's head was throbbing from their noise. Looking at the three pairs of eyes filled with longing (even with a hint of tears), he rubbed his temples helplessly.

"...Okay. But I'm only responsible for eating, not chatting."

"Long live! Brother Zeng is a match for two men!" The three cheered.

In the evening, the most popular "Old Wang's Barbecue" stall on the back street.

In dormitory 307, four girls from the Foreign Languages ​​Department (Sun Xiaomeng and her roommates) put their rooms together to form a large table.

The scene was... quite spectacular.

Zhu Yiqun fully utilized his extended skills as a "canteen trendsetter".

The owner was all smiles when he ordered the food.

Then, he tried to feed Sun Xiaomeng chicken wings, meat skewers, and grilled chives throughout the entire process.

He smiled like a 180-pound Maitreya Buddha, but unfortunately, he was so nervous that his hands trembled a little and he almost dripped oil onto the girl's white dress.

Du Ziteng maintained a posture of chest out, abdomen in, and buttocks lifted throughout, trying to show off his hard-earned biceps and pectoral muscles. Even eating barbecue skewers looked like he was doing strength training, with extremely stiff movements.

The girl asked him if he was a sports student, and he answered in a very serious manner:

"No, I'm just a seeker of power." He almost choked the girl.

Hao Shuai is quite eloquent and makes full use of his advantages as the "Chief of Intelligence".

They chatted about everything from astrological gossip to school secrets, making the girls giggle with delight.

But Hao Shuai's eyes kept glancing at Sun Xiaomeng's quiet roommate, clearly indicating that he had another target.

Zeng Long, the "nuclear weapon" on whom high hopes were placed.

This perfectly fulfills the promise of "only being responsible for eating".

He sat quietly to one side, slowly and deliberately eating his skewers, his movements as elegant as if he were enjoying a Western meal, completely out of place with the noisy surroundings.

His handsome face was even more breathtaking amidst the smoky atmosphere of the barbecue stall, attracting frequent glances from the girls at the next table.

Some even dared to come up and ask for his WeChat, but he scared them off with a cold look.

Although he didn't speak, his presence was extremely strong.

The girls couldn't help but steer the conversation towards him: "Zeng Long, what do you usually like to do?"

Zeng Long (swallowing the meat in his mouth): "Nothing I particularly like." (Could it be that he likes disassembling and firing guns?)

"Zeng Long, do you have a girlfriend?"

Zeng Long (wiping his mouth): "No." (How could I find a girlfriend when I was either killing someone or on my way to killing someone? Of course, Anna is an exception.)

"Zeng Long, what type of girl do you like?"

Zeng Long (after a moment's thought): "Quiet." (So as not to disturb me while I'm carrying out my mission.)

Girls: "..." This conversation is ruined! But why is he so handsome even in awkward silences?!

Zhu Yiqun, standing to the side, was so anxious that he kept stamping his feet and mouthing to Zeng Long:

"Brother Zeng! Show some skill! Flirt a bit!" Zeng Long gave him a look that said, "If you keep babbling, I'm leaving," and Zhu Yiqun immediately wilted.

Although Zeng Long remained "Buddhist" throughout, his good looks were the strongest "wingman".

Because he attracted most of the external attention and the infatuation of girls, Zhu Yiqun and Du Ziteng's clumsy attempts to win his favor seemed "simple and cute," and Hao Shuai's humor and wit stood out even more.

After a barbecue, the atmosphere was surprisingly harmonious, and the two even made an appointment to go play an escape room game together next time.

Meanwhile, inside the "Jinglong Club," a top-tier private club in Beijing.

This isn't a place you can get into just by having money; you also need to have certain status.

All service personnel sign lifelong confidentiality agreements, and a quantum-encrypted communication system is used. The club's coordinates are displayed as a nature reserve on the map application.

In a luxuriously decorated, soundproof private room, Chen Yifeng, a young master from Beijing, was leisurely swirling a glass of red wine in his hand.

Several distinguished young people sat on the sofa:

Liu Shao (Liu Chuan, the eldest grandson of the Liu family), the Xiao brothers, Xiao Wei and Xiao Qiang, Li Rui, and Wang Tianhao, whose anger has not yet subsided.

"Tianhao, have you heard anything about the person you were looking for?" Young Master Liu asked casually, taking a sip of his drink.

Wang Tianhao's face stiffened, and he reluctantly put down his phone.

Damn it, this is weird!

It's like they vanished into thin air!

I used my connections at the Municipal Public Security Bureau to check all the surveillance footage around Longteng Pavilion that day. It was as if that kid appeared out of thin air and then disappeared into thin air!

Minister Li is keeping his mouth shut so tight that I don't dare to ask any more questions. I can't find out any information at all!

Xiao Wei scoffed:

Oh, so there's a time when our young master Wang gets his comeuppance?

Did you offend someone you shouldn't have?

Xiao Qiang chimed in: "That's right. If Li Weiguo is protecting him like that, his background must be extraordinary."

Wang Tianhao, his face flushed red from being teased, retorted defiantly:

"How extraordinary can he be? Even if he's incredibly powerful, can he be more powerful than Brother Feng? In this small corner of Beijing, I..."

"Alright," Chen Yifeng said calmly, interrupting him. The private room immediately fell silent.

Chen Yifeng put down his wine glass, a hint of amusement in his eyes: "I recently met a very interesting freshman at school."

All eyes turned to him.

"His name is Zeng Long," Chen Yifeng said slowly. "A transfer student in the Department of Finance and Economics. He's... quite good-looking, and about 1.9 meters tall. Most importantly, he appeared shortly after Tianhao's incident at the Dragon Pavilion."

Wang Tianhao suddenly sat up straight, his eyes wide open:

"Brother Feng, what do you mean...?"

"I didn't mean anything by it."

Chen Yifeng smiled, but the smile lacked warmth:

"I just find the coincidence a bit amusing. I heard he's quite popular at school; he'd only been here a few days when he almost got into a fight with that big oaf Tengfei."

"Tengfei? That tagalong Zeng Lingyu?"

Li Rui raised an eyebrow. "That kid's a muscle-bound idiot. But the fact that he's on his guard means this newcomer has some skills."

Wang Tianhao immediately became excited and took out his phone:

"Brother Feng, do you have a photo? Let me see! Damn, if it really is that kid, let's see where he runs!"

Chen Yifeng slowly took out his phone, found the widely circulated photo on the campus forum of Zeng Long's profile in the classroom, and handed it over.

Wang Tianhao snatched the phone and stared intently at the screen.

The boy in the photo has a cool, stern profile with a slightly wicked smile. Although the angle is slightly different from the frontal view in the restaurant that day, his height, his build, and the expression between his brows...

Wang Tianhao's hands began to tremble slightly, and the muscles on his face contorted, a mixture of anger, fear, and a hint of uncertainty.

"So much like...so damn much like him..." he muttered to himself, then suddenly looked up at Chen Yifeng.

"Brother Feng! It's him! It's definitely him! I'd recognize him even if he were ashes! That bastard almost strangled me to death!"

The atmosphere in the private room instantly became subtle.

Young Master Liu swirled his wine glass, seemingly lost in thought:

Oh? So, the person who almost crippled Tianhao, but was saved by Li Weiguo, has now transformed into a college student at Jingqing University?

That's interesting, really interesting.

The Xiao brothers, Wei and Qiang, also put away their joking expressions and their eyes became serious.

Li Rui stroked his chin: "Li Weiguo... Zeng family... This newcomer's surname is Zeng... Could he be related to the Zeng family?"

Chen Yifeng put his phone away, his face still bearing that inscrutable smile:

"What does it matter? We can find out by checking. But at school, we still have to follow the school's 'rules of the game'."

He looked at Wang Tianhao, whose face was filled with resentment, his tone calm but carrying a warning:

"Tianhao, don't rush into action. Let's find out first. Let's see if this Zeng Long is a powerful dragon crossing the river, or... just a fool who doesn't know his own limits."

Although Wang Tianhao wanted nothing more than to settle scores with Zeng Long immediately, he dared not disobey Chen Yifeng's words and could only grit his teeth and nod.

"Brother Feng, I'll listen to you! But you have to let me vent my anger first!"

Chen Yifeng smiled noncommittally: "There will be plenty of opportunities. This Zeng Long... is so popular, surely he can find a chance?"

His words were meaningful, and the others in the private room exchanged glances, all revealing knowing smiles.

An undercurrent targeting Zeng Long began to quietly brew within the Jinglong Club.

Meanwhile, Zeng Long had just finished eating barbecue and was being led back by his enthusiastic roommates, who were putting their arms around his shoulders. He listened as Zhu Yiqun recounted every word he had just said to Sun Xiaomeng, keeping his accomplishments hidden.

The campus at night seems both peaceful and noisy.