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

Three days later, in the corridor outside the classroom of Class 1, Department of Economics, Jingqing University.

Tengfei, looking like a wilted eggplant, leaned against the wall, staring longingly at the classroom door.

His usually sunny, outgoing, and even somewhat arrogant face was now filled with frustration and grievance, making him look like a large dog abandoned by its owner.

These past few days, his mood has plummeted to rock bottom.

His spiritual goddess, Zeng Lingyu, suddenly activated the "freezing mode" on him.

Although I used to ignore him, I at least allowed him to stay a meter away like a loyal shadow, and occasionally I would even say a word or two to him.

But now, as soon as Zeng Lingyu catches a glimpse of him appearing ten meters away, she immediately rolls her eyes at him, turns around and leaves, not even bothering to give him another glance.

This treatment made Teng, who was always the center of attention, experience what it meant to be "a death row inmate waiting to be executed."

He thought it over and over, going through everything he had done and hadn't done recently, but still couldn't figure out where he had offended this little devil.

The bell rang, and the students filed out. Tengfei immediately spotted that familiar figure, perked up, squeezed through the crowd, and followed closely behind.

"Xiaoyu...Xiaoyu, wait for me!"

Tengfei finally couldn't hold back any longer. He took a few quick steps and carefully grabbed Zeng Lingyu's sleeve, his voice filled with a plea he himself didn't realize.

Xiaoyu: "What's wrong with you these past few days? Is there something I did wrong? I'll change, okay? I can't sleep well at night because of you treating me like this, I feel anxious!"

Zeng Lingyu stopped, forcefully shook off his hand, and turned around.

Her almond-shaped eyes, which were always filled with smiles, were now burning with anger, and her fair cheeks were slightly flushed with rage.

She gritted her teeth and said, word by word:

"Young Master Teng! Tell me, what's good about me? What makes you satisfied? I'll change, okay?!"

These words struck Tengfei like a hammer blow, making him see stars and his heart clench. He stood there, stunned, overwhelmed by a profound sense of loss.

Suddenly, a terrifying thought struck him like lightning! Could it be...?

He looked up abruptly, his eyes slightly reddened with shock and jealousy, and his voice trembled:

"Is it...is it that new bastard Zeng Long from the Economics Department, Class 2?! Ugh! I've always felt there was something off about the way you looked at him! Is he really that good?!"

These words ignited Zeng Lingyu's anger and touched upon her most sensitive and forbidden zone.

"Tengfei! Shut up!"

Zeng Lingyu suddenly pointed at him with her finger, her voice trembling slightly with extreme anger.

A layer of mist instantly welled up in those beautiful eyes, yet they shone with an unprecedented resolve and warning:

"In this school, you can say anything about anyone, insult anyone! But you can't say a single word about him!"

She took a deep breath, suppressing her surging emotions, her tone cold and heavy:

I'm warning you, if I ever hear you say another word that hurts him! Or even have the thought of wanting to hurt him!

I, Zeng Lingyu, will never speak to you again in this lifetime!

This is not a joke, this is my final advice!

If you dare to try, when I go crazy, even your grandfather and your older brother can't protect you!

Don't believe me? Just try it!

Tengfei was completely dumbfounded.

He had never seen Xiaoyu so angry before. The resolute look in her eyes and a deep, incomprehensible protectiveness made him feel unfamiliar and fearful.

Overwhelmed by a profound sense of grievance and disappointment, the tall, muscular man's eyes instantly welled up with tears, and his voice choked with emotion.

"Why...why? Xiaoyu...tell me why...?"

Seeing Tengfei's distraught and tearful state, Zeng Lingyu's heart softened.

She knew that although Tengfei's methods were clumsy, he was genuinely good to her.

She sighed, the anger in her eyes gradually subsiding, replaced by a complex and indescribable emotion, and her own eyes welled up with tears.

"Soar," her voice softened, yet carried an undeniable tone.

All I can tell you is that in this school, I could potentially be with any male classmate.

But there is one exception... there is one exception with Zeng Long, there will absolutely be no development beyond our classmate relationship.

These words were like a shot of adrenaline, instantly injecting Tengfei's almost stopped heartbeat!

He suddenly looked up, the sadness in his eyes quickly replaced by immense surprise and confusion!

He was a little slow to process what was happening, only managing to grasp the most crucial information—Xiaoyu didn't like Zeng Long! There was no chance for them!

As long as they're not rivals in love, everything is negotiable!

"But!" Zeng Lingyu emphasized again.

I still stand by what I said!

Do not disturb Zeng Long, and do not try to find out why!

Otherwise, the consequences will be something that neither you nor your Teng family can afford!

I know you chased away many boys who tried to get close to me for my sake, and the methods you used... I don't want to go into details. But Zeng Long is an absolute exception! Do you remember that?

"I've got it! I've got it!"

Tengfei nodded hurriedly, feeling relieved and as if he had been reborn, a silly smile of relief appeared on his face!

"Don't worry, Xiaoyu! I'll stay as far away from Zeng Long as possible from now on! I'll never mess with him."

Seeing his simple and honest appearance, Zeng Lingyu suddenly had a flash of inspiration and an idea popped into her head.

It seems unrealistic to completely isolate this stubborn "little tyrant" from his brother. Perhaps... we could try a different approach?

Her tone softened, with a hint of guidance:

There's no need to hide that far!

I think... Zeng Long is a pretty good person.

You, Young Master Teng, weren't you quite influential at school?

In the future, if you have nothing to do... you can pay more attention to the new classmate, so that he won't be bullied by others. That would be good.

Tengfei paused for a moment, then suddenly realized what was going on. He patted his chest and said with great pride:

I understand! Xiaoyu, you want me to be his bodyguard?

No problem! Leave it to me! From now on, Zeng Long is my brother in Tengfei!

Anyone who dares to touch him will have to get past my fists first!

Although he didn't fully understand Xiaoyu's deeper meaning, he would do anything to make her happy.

Looking at his silly appearance, Zeng Lingyu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but she felt a little more at ease.

Meanwhile, in the classroom of Class 2, Economics Department.

On the podium, the old professor was passionately analyzing the astonishing "miracle operation" in the international oil futures market in the first half of the year.

Meanwhile, offstage, Zeng Long, the true mastermind behind this "miraculous operation," was resting his chin on one hand, his eyelids drooping heavily.

Just as his consciousness was about to completely sink into sleep, his specially made cell phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated very slightly at a peculiar frequency.

Zeng Long's eyes snapped open instantly, his previous languid sleepiness vanished, replaced by a sharp, hawk-like glint!

Someone is trying to hack his laptop in his dorm room!

His brow furrowed slightly. His roommates were all in the classroom; this couldn't have been a mistake. It was aimed at him.

A chilling anger rose within him, but he quickly suppressed it.

This is Jingqing, not a battlefield. He chose to keep a low profile.

He simply made a log entry on his phone, noting the time of the intrusion, and then casually put his phone away as if nothing had happened.

He decided to hold back for the time being and see what the other party was up to and how far they would go. Reacting too early would only alert them.

The Vice President's Office, Administration Building, Beijing University.

Wang Tianhao stood up from the leather sofa, a smile plastered on his face: "Uncle Zhang, you've really gone to a lot of trouble this time. You took time out of your busy schedule to help me with this little matter."

Vice Principal Zhang adjusted his glasses, waved his hand, and spoke with an official, cautious tone:

Hey, Tianhao, what are you saying!

However, Zeng Long's situation is indeed quite special!

His enrollment procedures were handled directly by a letter from the Ministry of State Security, and the approval document bore Minister Li Weiguo's handwritten signature. The process was entirely compliant.

Wang Tianhao cursed the old fox for his bureaucratic tone and pressed on:

"Uncle Zhang, did the letter specify which school he transferred from? Or any specific information about his previous studies abroad?"

Vice Principal Zhang shook his head, looking troubled.

The letter only mentions an overseas exchange program; the specific participating institutions and academic records are encrypted.

I don't have the authority to access it either. Tianhao, listen to Uncle Zhang's advice. Since it's someone directly assigned by the Security Department, it's best not to pry too much, lest you get into unnecessary trouble.

Wang Tianhao's smile remained unchanged, but in his heart he was even more certain that something was amiss! If even a vice principal couldn't be investigated thoroughly, Zeng Long's background was definitely not simple!

"I understand, it's the Ministry of State Security's business, there are a lot of rules."

Wang Tianhao smiled and agreed, "Alright, then I won't bother you any longer."

"Next time you come to my house, I'll definitely steal those two bottles of fine wine that my dad treasures and present them to Uncle Zhang properly!" He gave a knowing look.

Vice Principal Zhang smiled knowingly: "You rascal... hurry up and go, I have a meeting."

Leaving Jingqing University and getting into his sports car, Wang Tianhao's face instantly darkened. The official channels had once again blocked his way, making him even more frustrated and resentful.

He slammed his fist on the steering wheel, pulled out his phone, and searched for a number.

This time, instead of contacting those inefficient investigation teams, he dialed a number that appeared to be "Brother Leopard".

The phone rang for a long time before being answered. A hoarse and wary voice came from the other end: "Who is it?"

"Brother Leopard, it's me, Wang Tianhao." Wang Tianhao's voice carried a hint of ruthlessness.

"Hey, Young Master Wang? What a rare guest. What kind of business can I do for you, brother?" The tone on the other end immediately became warmer, but it still had a touch of江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the world of martial arts and chivalry) about it.

"Help me look up a few people. Zeng Long, a student at Beijing Qing University, and his three roommates. I'll send the details and photos to your phone later."

Wang Tianhao said coldly, "I don't care what methods you use within three days, what I want is for him or his roommate to be hospitalized."

And make sure Zeng Long can't stay at school. You figure out the method. Don't worry about the money. I'll transfer 30 yuan to your account first.

I'll add more money later, but it depends on how well you complete the task. I only care about the result; the more perfect the result, the more generous the reward.

Hearing about such a generous reward, Brother Leopard no longer hesitated: "Great! Don't worry, Young Master Wang, three days! I'll get back to you!"

"Hurry up!" Wang Tianhao hung up the phone, a sinister and ruthless glint in his eyes. "Zeng Long, I refuse to believe I can't skin you alive!"

He slammed on the gas pedal, and the sports car roared as it sped into the traffic.

Little did he know that his reckless actions were dragging him into an abyss far more dangerous than he had imagined.

Meanwhile, on campus, Zeng Long calmly listened to the lecture, seemingly unaware of the impending storm.

Only when he occasionally glances up, a fleeting, cold glint in the depths of his eyes reveals that he is far from being as harmless as he appears.

A storm is brewing. And the reckless Wang Tianhao is becoming the first pawn to be pushed forward in this storm.