Longyuan Base, training ground.
Two months of grueling training completely transformed this previously somewhat inexperienced special operations team.
The morning sun shone on the training ground, where thirty team members stood in neat rows, their backs straight as steel spears, their eyes sharp as blades. The menacing aura emanating from them was so intense that even birds dared not approach them.
Accompanied by Chen Feng, Lin Zhengguo walked slowly over. As soon as he stepped into the training area, he paused slightly. The team in front of him was completely different from the somewhat undisciplined rookies from two months ago!
They are as silent as mountains, yet seem poised to unleash a thunderous attack at any moment; they stand like pine trees, yet give the impression that they might vanish silently at any moment.
"Good! Very good!" Lin Zhengguo couldn't help but praise, his gaze sweeping over everyone before finally landing on Han Feng, who was standing at the very front of the group.
Han Feng wore only a black tactical vest, revealing well-defined arms with muscles that, while not exaggerated, possessed terrifying explosive power. Long-term high-intensity training had given his skin a healthy tan, and a few faint scars on his neck and collarbone added to his tough, gritty aura.
The naivety of youth has faded from his brows, replaced by a restrained sharpness—like a sword sheathed, which, when drawn, draws blood.
"Reporting to the commander, the Longyuan Special Training Team has assembled. Please give instructions!" Han Feng's voice was steady and powerful.
Lin Zhengguo nodded in satisfaction and was about to speak when he suddenly noticed an incongruous figure at the end of the group—Su Wanwan, wearing her tactical helmet askew, a few strands of her burgundy short hair sticking up from under the brim, and a lollipop dangling from her mouth. Although she was wearing the same combat uniform as everyone else, her fair face was completely free of sunburn, making her stand out conspicuously among the group of dark-skinned soldiers.
"How could she..." Lin Zhengguo looked at Han Feng in confusion.
"Report!" Su Wanwan suddenly raised her hand and said in a serious tone, "I am a special advisor on electronic warfare. Skin care is necessary for disguise!"
A few suppressed laughs came from the group.
Without turning his head, Han Feng flicked a small pebble precisely onto her helmet: "Push-ups, fifty."
"You're punishing me again!" Su Wanwan wailed, but still obediently lay down.
Seeing this, Lin Zhengguo couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Xiao Han, I can finally rest assured that this team is in your hands!"
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Evening, in the shower room.
Warm water washed over Han Feng's body, and the steam revealed several new scars on his back. Two months of eating and training together had completely integrated him into the team—by day he was a stern instructor, but at night he trained extra with the team members, got injured together, and were so exhausted on the training field that they couldn't get up.
System Zero suddenly popped up a notification: "Host, your muscle density has increased by 12%. It is recommended that you reward yourself with a hot pot meal."
Han Feng turned off the tap: "Shut up."
Zero: "Tsk, he's become more manly, but his temper has also grown."
Seeing that Han Feng did not answer, the system's cheeky voice came again: "Host, there is an option, do you want it?"
"What options?"
"Didn't we detect that you're about to start school? How about a luxury car?"
"I don't even have a driver's license," Han Feng said speechlessly.
“If you don’t have me, I can reward you.” Zero suddenly transformed into a holographic projection of a tiny human figure.
"Damn it, could you please not suddenly pop out and scare me while I'm taking a shower next time?"
"Hehe, special times call for special treatment. Tsk tsk tsk, great figure."
"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll format you!" Han Feng said coldly.
"Hey, can't take a joke? Fine, here's your task: buy a car before school starts. I'll give you a few options. First, buy a 500,000 yuan car for commuting, and the reward is mastering driving skills. Second, buy a supercar worth at least 3 million yuan, and the reward is mastering professional driving skills. Come on, little Han, choose one." Ling said with a grin.
"...You'd better speak properly."
"Alright, alright, host, please make your choice." Zero seemed to realize that Han Feng was a little angry, and finally returned to normal.
"There's no upgrade/synthesis option this time?"
"Do you think crafting upgrades are as common as cabbages? You think they come every time?"
"Alright then, I'll choose option two."
"OK, the task has been issued and has a time limit of 48 hours."
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The next day, Han Feng and Lin Zhengguo greeted each other, saying that school was about to start and that he and Su Wanwan needed to prepare for the start of the semester, so they were going home.
Lin Zhengguo had no reason to disagree. He had already laid the groundwork for letting Han Feng join Longyuan, promising not to interfere with his normal life. Besides, the special forces team was almost fully trained, and unless there was a very difficult mission, they wouldn't easily trouble Han Feng. Before leaving, Lin Zhengguo said to Han Feng, "Please take good care of that little girl from the Su family."
Han Feng was speechless, but he still agreed.
The two returned to Kyoto Huafu that evening.
As soon as Han Feng sat down, he called his parents to let them know he was safe. His parents inevitably gave him a lecture. Han Feng told them that he wouldn't be coming home before the start of the semester and would go directly to register for school. His parents didn't say much, only telling Han Feng to take good care of himself.
Han Feng had just hung up the phone when he saw Su Wanwan swagger in, dragging her suitcase. Her wine-red short hair was particularly eye-catching under the lights.
"What are you doing?" Han Feng frowned.
"Living together!" Su Wanwan pointed to herself and Han Feng with a straight face. "Colleagues, classmates, comrades-in-arms—it's reasonable for us to live together, isn't it?"
"That's unreasonable." Han Feng reached out and pressed down on her suitcase. "Go back to your No. 03."
Su Wanwan's eyes darted around, and she suddenly pulled out her phone and waved it: "Hey, this is a recording of someone singing 'The Lone Warrior' in the bathroom last time. I wonder if any of the brothers in Longyuan are interested..."
Han Feng's eyes turned cold, and he reached out to snatch it.
Su Wanwan was prepared and dodged with a backflip, raising her chin triumphantly: "No way! Unless you agree to let me stay in the guest room!"
"Three seconds." Han Feng began the countdown, "Three, two—"
"Mu Xiaoxiao made contact with the 'Blood Blade' mercenary group in Country R!" Su Wanwan suddenly shouted. "I have their financial transaction records!"
Han Feng's hand froze in mid-air.
Taking advantage of the situation, Su Wanwan pushed her suitcase into the living room, plopped down on the sofa, and crossed her legs: "How about it? This intelligence is worth a guest room, right?"
Han Feng stared at her for two seconds, then said coldly, "You're not allowed to go up to the second floor, touch my things, or knock on my door in the middle of the night."
"Deal!" Su Wanwan cheered, then leaned closer mischievously, "What if I have urgent information?"
Send a message.
"What if the message can't be clearly explained?"
"Then just hold it in."
Su Wanwan: "..."
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