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

Zeng Long's sudden intrusion and his casual attitude, which completely disregarded the solemn atmosphere in the room, stunned all the students in the conference room.

Their gazes held a mixture of doubt, curiosity, and a hint of excitement, as if they were just enjoying the spectacle.

How did this elusive "internet celebrity academic star," who has recently dominated campus trending topics, suddenly appear here?

Zeng Long completely ignored the stares focused on him; his sense of time was extremely strong. He looked at Yan Rugo, whose complexion was still not good, and asked directly:

"Who is in charge here? I'm pressed for time, let's get down to business, I only have two hours."

Upon hearing this, Yan Ruge rolled her eyes at Chen Yifeng, her tone clearly sarcastic:

"Here, that's the one!"

"ah!"

Zeng Long immediately put on an extremely exaggerated expression of surprise, as if he had heard something unbelievable.

With a playful smile on his lips, he walked up to Chen Yifeng, whose face had turned from gloomy to pale, and then from pale to liver-colored.

Under everyone's stunned gaze, Zeng Long surprisingly reached out and wrapped his arm around Chen Yifeng's neck quite naturally, the gesture as intimate as that of an old friend, but the teasing tone in his voice was unmistakable:

"Wow! Xiao Chen! You're really something! You're always around, and now you're even the leader of the debate team? You've really made something of yourself!"

Chen Yifeng felt as if his neck was being clamped by an iron clamp, his whole body stiffened, and his mind was racing with a thousand thoughts, screaming wildly:

"If the wind exists, why is there a dragon?!"

Zeng Long was simply his nemesis, someone specifically sent to get rid of him!

His facial muscles twitched, forcing a smile that was more like a grimace, and he forced out a sound through clenched teeth:

"Yes... I'm the leader of this debate team. Hello, Zeng Long... What brings you here?"

"Me?"

Zeng Long released his arms from his neck, as if he had just casually patted a sapling by the roadside, and repeated it in a relaxed tone!

"As I just mentioned, I was drafted here by the school leaders and those 'old guys' like Professor Liu. I'm in charge of the final review and approval of all your group's academic materials, data, and arguments."

"What?!"

Upon hearing this, not only Chen Yifeng, but everyone in the conference room showed an expression of disbelief and surprise!

Yan Ruge, in particular, had her beautiful eyes suddenly light up with amazing brilliance, and she was so excited that she almost jumped up!

She had personally witnessed Zeng Long's unfathomable academic abilities and terrifying practical skills (he casually created a trillion-dollar company!).

That's not the key point. The most crucial point is that Zeng Long can steadily suppress Chen Yifeng and completely dominate him, leaving him with no room to retaliate!

This is practically the Buddha descending to earth, to subdue all kinds of evil spirits!

More importantly, this means she has more legitimate reasons and opportunities to get closer to and understand this mysterious and powerful man!

Yan Ruge immediately seized the opportunity and quickly recounted to Zeng Long in detail and with clear logic how Chen Yifeng had dominated the situation, suppressed dissenting opinions such as Qin Fan's, and even threatened other students with their future after graduation.

After listening, Zeng Long's nonchalant expression softened somewhat. He pointed his index finger at Chen Yifeng from a distance, his tone carrying a hint of admonition:

"Hey Chen, you're doing it wrong. Academic debate is all about pooling ideas and drawing on diverse perspectives. That's how you better integrate resources and form compelling viewpoints. Your one-man show is just self-defeating!"

Chen Yifeng's chest heaved violently, his liver ached with rage, his face turned purplish-red, and he wished he could tear Zeng Long apart on the spot.

But under Zeng Long's seemingly casual yet subtly oppressive gaze, he dared not utter a single word of rebuttal. He could only grit his teeth and swallow all his anger and frustration.

The other students around them, who were also unaware of what was going on, were completely dumbfounded.

Who exactly is this Zeng Long?

How dare they so brazenly call Chen Yifeng "Little Chen"?

And you even used that tone of an elder lecturing a younger person to criticize him?

This completely overturned their understanding!

The seven or eight cronies in the meeting room who usually followed Chen Yifeng's lead, seeing their "boss" humiliated, stepped forward without knowing what was going on and started criticizing Zeng Long all at once:

"Zeng Long, please respect your group leader! You should obey the group leader's arrangements in everything!"

"That's right, the team leader has the final say and the final say!"

"Don't disrupt our discussion!"

Zeng Long didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, completely ignoring the noise.

His gaze went straight past them and landed on Qin Fan, the deputy team leader who had just dared to argue with Chen Yifeng.

He spoke in an unquestionable, naturally commanding tone:

"Qin Fan, right? Bring me the academic materials submitted by those people who were just making a racket and talking nonsense."

When Qin Fan was met with Zeng Long's deep and sharp gaze, his body reacted almost instinctively, faster than his brain could process it. He began frantically searching through the pile of materials on the table, quickly pulling out the information on Chen Yifeng's close associates and respectfully placing it in front of Zeng Long.

However, what happened next made everyone gasp in shock!

Zeng Long… he didn’t even bother to look at them! He simply picked up the few documents, still smelling of ink, with his fingertips and flicked his wrist—

"Pat! Pat!"

With a few soft sounds, those academic documents, like real trash, were precisely tossed into the trash can in the corner!

"What rubbish did you write?" Zeng Long's voice was calm and even, yet carried a chilling coldness. "You lot don't deserve to stay here. Now, you can leave."

"What?!"

"Why should I?!"

"You have no right to do this!!" The students whose materials had been thrown at them erupted in anger, shouting with red faces and thick necks.

Zeng Long finally raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping coldly over the group like a Siberian chill:

"Now, I'm simply asking you to leave the debate group voluntarily. If you don't leave..."

He paused slightly, his voice not loud, but each word struck like a hammer blow to everyone's heart:

"As the person in charge of the review authorized by the school, I have every reason to believe that you are slacking off and deliberately using shoddy and worthless academic garbage to get by, thus undermining the preparation work."

"At the same time, based on my academic abilities and standards of judgment," he said, a faint, almost cruel smile curving his lips.

"I don't even need to look closely; I can point out at least a hundred logical flaws, data errors, and conceptual confusions in your garbage materials on the spot. If things get to that point..."

His gaze was as sharp as a scalpel:

"I think what you should be worried about is not just leaving the debate team. Will the school still accept you? Will you still be able to graduate from Beijing University of Science and Technology... I'm afraid that's hard to say."

He leisurely took out his phone and casually fiddled with it between his fingers:

"Now, do you choose to leave with dignity, or... do you want me to call Professor Liu Jianguo right now, or contact the university office directly, and point out all the problems of you 'academic garbage' in front of them, one by one?"

"Holy crap!!"

The first person to swear was none other than Qin Fan, who had just been all polite! He stared wide-eyed at Zeng Long, as if he were seeing him for the first time.

This method... is too ruthless! Too decisive! It leaves absolutely no room for compromise!

Chen Yifeng's close friends were like ducks with their necks being choked; all their anger and doubts were stuck in their throats, and their faces instantly turned pale.

Yan Ruge was already numb to it all; all she felt was shock.

Chen Yifeng established a one-man rule to eliminate dissidents, using subtle methods of threats and suppression.

As for Zeng Long... he doesn't play any tricks with you! He directly crushes you with overwhelming force, using the most upright yet ruthless methods!

You want power? I'll crush you with absolute strength! I'll make sure you don't even have the thought of resisting!

Chen Yifeng stood aside, trembling slightly with anger. His liver ached, his stomach ached, and everything hurt!

But he couldn't utter a single word. He knew that if Zeng Long could say it, he could definitely do it!

He knew all too well the academic level of the people he brought; in front of Zeng Long, they were nothing but paper, easily punctured!

Seeing those people looking ashen-faced and trembling as they began to pack their things and slink away from the conference room, Zeng Long felt the time was about right.

The icy expression on his face melted instantly, and his tone became gentle, even with a hint of persuasion:

"So, I'm giving all of you another chance now."

His gaze swept across the entire room, including the silent neutrals and Chen Yifeng, whose face was ashen!

"Put aside your petty worries and personal grudges, and honestly and wholeheartedly use your intelligence to shine in the upcoming debate, fighting for the honor of our Peking University and our nation!"

His final gaze settled on Chen Yifeng, his tone calm, but his eyes held an undeniable warning: "Understand?"

At that moment, there was no more noise in the conference room.

All arrogance, prejudice, and petty motives were crushed under Zeng Long's swift and decisive approach, a combination of threats and rewards. Everyone finally abandoned their selfish desires and returned to the proper course of academic discussion.

Yan Ruge then took the opportunity to sit naturally in the empty seat next to Zeng Long, with a bright smile on her face, and began to chat and laugh with him about some professional issues in socioeconomics.

Of course, academic discussions are secondary; what matters most to her right now is how to make the most of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to get to know Zeng Long up close.

After a brief but intense storm, the atmosphere in the conference room finally entered a seemingly calm, but actually revitalized, course.

Zeng Long, the reviewer who was forced to come by "conscription", completely turned the tide in less than ten minutes.