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

After finishing that bittersweet phone call with Little Sparrow, Zeng Long rubbed his temples, feeling that his future campus life was already shrouded in a "colorful" gray hue.

He sighed, resignedly picked up his phone, and dialed Li Weiguo's number.

Once the call connected, Zeng Long spoke succinctly:

"Uncle Li, there's something I need to report to you."

"Oh? Xiaolong, what's the matter?" Li Weiguo's voice carried a hint of curiosity.

Zeng Long took a deep breath, as if reporting an SSS-level mission:

"Our team's computer expert, codenamed 'Little Sparrow,' also known as Lin Xiaoya, has decided to return to China. Firstly, to visit her parents, and secondly, she strongly requests... to study at Beijing Tsinghua University."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone, followed by Li Weiguo's incredulous voice, brimming with immense joy:

What?! A little sparrow?!

That…that little sparrow that renders the firewalls of many international military intelligence agencies ineffective, is called the "digital ghost" on many forums, and has an outrageously high bounty?!

She's going back to China? And she's going to study at Beijing Qingyuan University?!

Li Weiguo's voice was so excited that it even trembled slightly, as if he were not hearing a student about to enroll.

Instead, a live nuclear bomb is about to be safely placed in your own backyard, complete with its own warranty!

"That's wonderful! This is absolutely fantastic news!"

Li Weiguo was thrilled, but then his tone turned slightly awkward and helpless:

However, Xiao Long... well, I'm still a suspended 'former minister,' and my authority will only be restored upon my reinstatement.

I really can't process things like student registration or special talent introduction procedures for you directly right now.

You need to find someone higher up, someone with absolute authority who can quickly handle these kinds of special situations…

He paused, then gave a clear indication:

"Just call Old Liu at Army Headquarters! He'd be more than happy to oblige, and only someone of his rank could handle this kind of 'special matter' so quickly and reliably with just a word!"

Zeng Long understood: "Understood, Uncle Li. I'll contact Old Liu right away."

After hanging up the phone, Zeng Long immediately dialed General Liu's private line.

The phone was answered after just one ring, and Liu Lao's booming, deep voice, like a subwoofer, came from the other end:

"Hey! Which brat is bothering me so late while I'm reading a military briefing?!...Oh! It's Zeng Long! Hahaha! It's rare for you to call me first. Have you finally decided to come and take a position in my army?"

Zeng Long held the phone further away from his ear to avoid being deafened by the loud noise.

"Mr. Liu, there's something I'd like to ask for your help with."

"Speak! As long as it's not about me going to pluck the moon from the sky, anything is negotiable!" Old Liu said generously.

"You know our team's computer expert, 'Little Sparrow,' right? Lin Xiaoya! She's decided to return to China and specifically wants to study at Beijing Tsinghua University. She needs your help with the special admission procedures and maintaining confidentiality." Zeng Long tried to keep it as calm as possible.

There was a five-second silence on the other end of the phone.

Just as Zeng Long was wondering if the signal had been cut off, a tremendous and unrestrained burst of laughter suddenly erupted from the receiver!

"Hahaha! Good! Good! Great!!!"

Old Liu's laughter was extremely penetrating; Zeng Long felt as if his phone speaker was wailing, as if it were about to shatter at any moment.

That's wonderful! Hahaha! God bless our Dragon Country! This national treasure is willing to come back to study! It's a blessing that Beijing Qing University has accumulated eight lifetimes of good karma!

No problem! Leave it to me! I'll personally oversee it!

I'll make sure everything is arranged perfectly for her! Student status, dormitory, identity concealment, security level—all at the highest level! Hahaha!

Old Liu was so happy he almost danced with joy, as if he could already see the bright future of the Army's information warfare forces, which would see their strength soar due to the addition of this "cyber nuclear bomb," and he could laugh himself awake in his sleep!

Hearing the incessant chuckling from the other end, Zeng Long couldn't help but pour cold water on it, his tone carrying a hint of anticipation:

"Old Liu, don't be too happy yet. By the way, I'd like to inform you that Leng Ci and Tie Dun are also accompanying Little Sparrow back to China this time."

The laughter on the other end of the phone stopped abruptly. A few more seconds of eerie silence followed.

Then… “Who?! Cold Thorn?!”

That...that Cold Thorn, the "Living Yama" who can turn infiltration into an art form and give enemy sentinels nightmares?!

There are still iron blocks?

Known as the "Eastern Beast" by Country C in the Middle East! A humanoid Tyrannosaurus Rex-like iron block?! They've all returned together?!

Old Liu's voice was filled with immense shock, followed by an even greater, almost roof-lifting ecstasy!

"Hahaha! My God! What a lucky day! Buy one, get two free! No, it's like we brought back a Buddha statue and got two Vajra statues as a bonus! Great, great, great! This is fantastic! I was just worried that the Special Operations Research Department was lacking top-notch instructors! Hahaha!"

Zeng Long could almost picture Old Liu on the other end of the phone, his face flushed with excitement, rubbing his hands together as he fantasized about recruiting these three top talents to the Army.

He had to offer another kind reminder, his tone tinged with deep sympathy:

Mr. Liu, I solemnly remind you. These three, especially when they get together, their destructive power... uh, I mean their 'energy', might be a bit beyond imagination.

Little Sparrow is indeed a cyber nuclear bomb, but she is also a trouble magnet.

Cold spikes and iron blocks... they themselves represent a kind of... 'physical exorcism'-style trouble.

Are you sure Beijing University and Beijing University are ready?

"Absolutely! Of course I'm sure! What haven't I seen in my life?!"

Old Liu was in a state of extreme excitement, and without thinking, he patted his chest (Zeng Long seemed to hear the thumping sounds) and guaranteed it.

"As long as they don't blow up the main building of Beijing Qingnian University! Or turn Beijing upside down! Everything else is minor! I can handle it! Don't worry!"

Zeng Long's lips curled into a strange smile:

"Old Liu, I recorded what you just said. Are you sure? Don't regret it later." "Sure! Absolutely sure! Regret is for grandsons!" Old Liu said with great pride.

(Zeng Long silently lit a candle for the future Old Liu and began to look forward to the scene of Old Liu suffering from a splitting headache and putting out fires everywhere.)

Getting back to the main point, Zeng Long added:

In addition, Leng Ci and Tie Dun returned this time mainly to escort Little Sparrow and to search for clues about their origins.

At that time, we may need some information support and manpower from the military or national security authorities. I will also contact Uncle Li once he is reinstated.

"No problem! Leave it to me! They're all my kids! I have to help them!" Old Liu agreed without hesitation, overjoyed.

After finally ending that "earth-shattering" phone call with Mr. Liu, Zeng Long felt as if he had fought a high-intensity psychological battle.

He had just tossed his phone onto the sofa, preparing to think about how to "welcome" the impending "disaster trio," when there was a "knock, knock, knock" on the door.

The voice was unhurried and carried a deliberate politeness, but to Zeng Long it sounded extremely grating.

Zeng Long's lips curled into a cold, mocking sneer.

He didn't even get up, but just leaned lazily against the sofa, looking at the door with amusement, as if he could see the people outside through the door.

The knocking continued, maintaining a steady rhythm, demonstrating the "patience" and "manners" of the person outside.

One minute... two minutes... nearly three minutes later, the knocking still hadn't stopped, as if it would keep knocking until the end of time if the door wasn't opened.

Zeng Long then slowly stood up, shuffling along in his slippers, and walked to the door in slow motion, as if in a movie. He deliberately put on an expression of annoyance and bewilderment at being disturbed from his sleep.

"Click." The door lock opened.

The door was opened a crack, and Zeng Long peeked out, his gaze first landing on Chen Yifeng's face directly in front of him (he had seen this face at school).

Then he seemed to notice the old man beside him, dressed in a Chinese-style jacket, holding a cane, with a complex expression, and the two guards behind him, standing as straight as javelins with sharp eyes.

Zeng Long's face instantly switched to an extremely exaggerated "surprise" expression. He blinked, his gaze focusing on Chen Yifeng.

His tone carried a languid quality, as if he had just woken up, and a hint of annoyance at being disturbed:

"Huh? Senior Chen? It's so late... You're with an old man and two... um... doormen, did you come to the wrong room?"

He scratched his head, yawned, and continued:

I'm currently having a grand dream, and the dream has just reached a crucial point—

A few self-important idiots are jumping around causing trouble.

Just when I was about to slap him so hard he'd be buried in the ground and never be able to get him out again... I was woken up by your knocking.

Zeng Long tilted his head, looking at Chen Yifeng, whose face had instantly turned extremely ugly and whose fists had clenched tightly.

And the old man next to him had a slightly twitching mouth, revealing an extremely "innocent" and "confused" expression:

"So, Senior Chen, should I thank you for waking me up from that 'terrifying' dream? Or should I resent you for interrupting my 'punishing evil' drama?"

His words were like soft knives, cutting without drawing blood, yet precisely striking the most painful spot for the other person.

Old Master Chen and Chen Yifeng, standing at the door, had faces as black as the bottom of a pot.