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

The most brilliant move was dealing with that student council president, Mark.

This guy was completely outmatched by Lin Que's technical skills.

It actually caused Stockholm syndrome.

He pursued her even more intensely, and even tried to use his power in the student council to "care" for her.

Lin Que was too lazy to do it himself, but "accidentally" let a highly realistic furry tarantula model fall into his backpack.

The next day, at the school's student representative assembly, Chairman Mark walked confidently onto the stage.

When taking the speech notes out of his bag...

He touched something furry and moving…!

According to eyewitnesses at the scene.

President Mark, who has always presented a composed image.

At that moment, she let out an extremely sharp scream, completely out of character—

Then, as if electrocuted, he threw the entire backpack away!

The speech draft and the innocent-looking tarantula model flew out like petals scattered from the sky…

The scene was quite chaotic at one point.

The social death of Chairman Mark also triggered severe PTSD in all multilegged creatures.

Suddenly, the Harvard campus was filled with tension and suspicion, with everyone on edge.

The number of suitors has dwindled, and the survivors are all on edge, seeing everything as a kind of electronic poison like a sparrow.

They look at the ground before walking, poke the door with a stick before opening it, and want to scan a gift with an X-ray before accepting it.

A new code word began circulating among the boys:

"Did you receive 'sparrow-style care' today?"

"No, but I just saw a beetle and almost reflexively started tap dancing."

A popular post appeared on the campus forum:

How to safely pursue Lin Que (High risk, serious inquiries only)

The comments below were all saying "Farewell, warrior."

"Remember to buy insurance."

"Come back alive."

Anna finally had complete peace and quiet, even a little too much peace and quiet—

Now even girls are afraid to go near her room, for fear of being accidentally hurt.

She looked at Lin Que, who spent every day holed up in her room playing with the remote control, and felt a mix of emotions:

"Little Sparrow...you seem to have gone a bit too far?"

Ling Ye was quite pleased with the outcome, as it brought him some peace and quiet.

They might even occasionally stroll over to "inspect the results" and offer a few comments:

"The snake's movement trajectory could be further optimized; it's not natural enough."

"The centipede has two extra legs; its biology isn't up to par, little sparrow."

It was a completely malicious act of watching the drama unfold.

However, just as all comedies need an unexpected twist, Lin Que's pranks finally took an unusual turn.

As the saying goes, "The righteous path is one foot high, but the evil path is ten feet high."

Although the number of suitors has decreased sharply, there are always a few special varieties.

It can accurately locate the "blind spots" in the forest sparrow's defense system.

The most difficult one was a philosophy graduate student named Theodore.

This person has a deep understanding of the essence of "distance makes the heart grow fonder" and "existential crisis".

He neither sent flowers, sang songs, nor wrote poems, and he never came within a hundred meters of Anna's room.

He chose an extremely "modern" yet extremely annoying method—telephone harassment.

Every day, at random times, Lin Que's phone would ring.

When the call connected, Theodore's voice, which he perceived as deep and bubbly (and which he thought was very sexy), came through.

He began reciting his words about "love being a prison of consciousness—"

Philosophical pronouncements such as "You are proof of my existence".

Or he might play some of his own synthesizer-based "experimental music" that sounds like a cosmic explosion or a clogged toilet.

It's aptly named "A Soul Symphony Composed for You".

Block me? It won't work.

This guy somehow got hold of a bunch of virtual numbers and started bombarding people with them.

Lin Que was so annoyed that he almost went to the telecommunications company headquarters and deleted himself from the communications network.

"Aaaaaah! Boss! Sister Anna! Help!"

Lin Que threw herself onto the sofa, rolling around in her hands while covering her head.

"Is this guy a ghost? I can only hear his voice but never see him! No matter how strong my little darlings are, they can't bite him on the other end of the phone line!"

Anna sympathetically handed her a glass of juice: "How about... calling the police?"

Ling Ye chuckled and lazily flipped through the military magazine in his hand:

"Call the police? What's the reason? 'A philosopher is harassing me with existentialism'? Or 'His experimental music is causing me mental pollution'?"

"What should we do then!" Lin Que cried, "I can't really crawl over there following the signal to hit him, can I?"

Ling Ye put down the magazine, a wicked glint flashing in his eyes behind his sunglasses:

"Why not? Aren't you best at 'precision positioning'?"

Lin Que was taken aback, and then the flame that had been extinguished in her large eyes suddenly reignited, even brighter than before:

"Oh right! How come I didn't think of that!"

Just do it!

Lin Que sprang up from the sofa with a somersault—

He rushed to her laptop, his fingers flying across the keyboard like a blur.

Theodore's next harassing phone call arrived as expected.

He chose to do it at 1 a.m. this time, probably because he felt that philosophical reflections were particularly profound at that time.

The phone rang more than a dozen times before Lin Que slowly answered it, deliberately making her voice sound groggy:

"Who... am I feeding...?"

"Sparrow..."

Theodore's greasy, bubbly voice came through the receiver:

"Did you also feel the emptiness of existence and the absoluteness of love in this moment of utter silence? I..."

"Hmm... Oh... You're right..."

While Lin Que was giving perfunctory replies, he was frantically tracking the signal source.

The screen was filled with a dense waterfall of code.

"Nothingness... Absoluteness... Your IP redirection is pretty fancy, buddy. You're using proxy servers in three countries? Too bad, I just left a backdoor in that last node last month..."

Theodore on the other end of the phone was completely unaware that he was being reverse-hunted, and was still speaking with great emotion:

"...Therefore, love transcends physical distance, just like how we are separated now..."

"Found it!"

Lin Que's eyes lit up; an address was locked onto the screen—

An old apartment building located on the outskirts of Cambridge.

"Tsk tsk, the signal isn't very good where you live, philosopher. No wonder your thinking is so unconventional."

She slammed down the phone, giving Theodore no chance to continue his "emptiness."

"Target locked!"

Lin Que rubbed his hands excitedly, like a little fox that had spotted a plump chicken:

"Anna, can I borrow your car? Boss, cover for me!"

Ling Ye raised an eyebrow:

"Do you need me to drive you there? I'm free tonight."

"No need!" Lin Que had already rushed into her "poisonous animal zoo".

"Such a trivial matter, I, the princess, will handle personally! The night is dark and windy, the perfect time to release snakes... ah, I mean, to deliver warmth!"

Anna watched as she selected two of the largest "Great Mane Snake" models from the cage, the ones with the most ferocious scale patterns and the most eerie green light from their electronic eyes.

I instinctively hugged the sofa cushions tighter.

"Little Sparrow...you...you've gone a bit too far, haven't you?"

"Relax!"

Lin Que stuffed the two heavy electronic snakes into a huge backpack:

"Just give him a 'memorable philosophical experience,' make him rethink the definitions of 'distance' and 'existence'! Guaranteed harmless! At most... um... it'll drain a little of his adrenaline?"

So, on that dark and windy night...

Lin Que drove Anna's understated yet high-performance luxury car.

They slipped away silently to the foot of Theodore's apartment building.

With her petite figure and agile movements.

She easily found Theodore's window that wasn't fully closed.

"Philosopher, accept the greetings from 'Existence'!"

Lin Que chuckled.

He pulled out the two cold, slippery "large snakes" from his backpack.

It was carefully slipped inside through the window crack, and the program was set up using the remote control.

They crawl slowly, searching for heat sources, and react by raising their heads, flicking their tongues, and hissing threateningly when their target is startled.

After accomplishing all this, she gracefully withdrew from the scene, concealing her achievements and fame, as if she had never existed.

Time passed second by second, and the first light of dawn appeared in the east.

Inside the apartment, Theodore was holding his thick book, "Being and Nothingness."

He might be drooling in his sleep, perhaps even dreaming of discussing the ultimate meaning of love with Sartre and Beauvoir.

Suddenly, he felt the Simone de Beauvoir pillow he was holding—

The texture feels a bit off…

It's no longer soft cotton wool, but has become...

Cold...

Slippery…

It even slowly wriggled?

He smacked his lips groggily, instinctively tightened his grip, and mumbled:

"Consciousness...precedes existence..."

The "cool and slippery" thing seemed uncomfortable being held and suddenly moved!

Theodore finally sensed something was wrong and groggily opened his heavy eyelids...

The first thing that catches the eye is two cold, emotionless pupils that gleam with a faint green light!

Immediately following was a forked, constantly flickering, scarlet tongue that almost touched the tip of his nose!

Below him was a snake's body, thicker than his arm, covered in ornate yet deadly patterns, which he was holding tightly in his arms!

"???"

Theodore's brain went blank for a full three seconds.

Philosophy, existence, nothingness, love…

All abstract concepts were crushed at this moment by the most primal fear of cold-blooded reptiles!

"Awooo—!!!!"

A piercing scream, completely unlike a human voice, shattered the tranquility of the early morning!

He sprang from the bed as if struck by a high-voltage electric shock—

I tumbled and scrambled off the bed, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of my throat!

Still shaken, he tried to crawl towards the door, using both hands and feet, but then he turned around—

Another equally enormous "Great Serpent" had somehow appeared at the bedroom doorway.

Its ferocious head was raised high, and its green electronic eyes stared at him indifferently.

The scarlet tongue hissed, completely blocking his path!

There are snakes in front, and snakes behind... and snakes behind too.

The one on the bed has also started to wriggle and raise its head!

Philosophy has lost all explanatory power at this moment.

All that remained was the purest, most overwhelming terror!

Theodore's eyes were wide open, his eyeballs bloodshot with terror.

He opened his mouth wide, but no sound came out; extreme fear instantly overwhelmed his rational defenses.

Finally, he made a strange "clucking" sound in his throat.

His eyes rolled upwards suddenly, white foam spilled from his mouth, and his body convulsed violently twice.

Then, with a "thud," he fell straight to the ground, completely unconscious.

For the next week, Theodore didn't come to class in the philosophy department.

Some curious students inquired and learned the following:

Theodore was found unconscious in front of his house by his neighbor in the early hours of that day.

After being rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment, he was unharmed.

However, he suffered severe mental distress and kept talking nonsense.

They said something like, "Snake! Green eyes! The embodiment of nothingness!"

She has now been transferred to the Municipal Mental Health Center for "observation and recuperation"...

When the news reached Harvard, Lin Que's reputation as the "Poison Princess" reached its peak, even acquiring a terrifying and legendary aura.

When Anna found out, she was so frightened that she couldn't speak for a long time, finally managing to utter only one sentence:

"Sparrows...can we...use only them to deal with the Pentagon from now on?"

Ling Ye then patted Lin Que on the shoulder, a rare occurrence for him, his tone even carrying a hint of "gratification":

"Well done, little sparrow. Now the world is at peace."

Our "Poison Princess" herself simply tilted her afro, licked her lollipop, and looked completely innocent:

"I just helped him experience 'existence and nothingness' more deeply... You see, he definitely has a particularly profound experience of 'existence' now! As for 'nothingness'... we'll talk about that after he's discharged from the hospital!"

Thus, Lin Que's plan to shun his suitors achieved an overwhelming, slightly terrifying, and utter victory.

The male students at Harvard University have finally come to a profound understanding of one thing:

Some girls are destined to be admired from afar; even making a phone call or engaging in casual flirting could be life-threatening…