If I made you a special forces soldier, would you become a terrestrial god?

In the Northern Military Region, a vast training ground for new recruits. The sun blazes, and dust flies everywhere.

The recruit company flag fluttered in the wind, and below, hundreds of young soldiers, still bearing the marks of their youth, were sweating profusely as they underwent monotonous drill training. Their faces were etched with exhaustion, but their eyes shone with longing for military life and a hint of reluctance.

Among the ranks, a particularly tall and upright figure caught the eye. His movements were precise, and his stamina was abundant; even after hours of training, he seemed completely at ease. This was Zhuang Yan, a young man who had just enlisted from university and entered the army, a future director and artist, carrying a heart full of ideals and a hint of unspeakable confusion. If Su Chen were here, he would know that this was none other than Zhuang Yan, the protagonist of the first season of "I Am a Special Forces Soldier."

Zhuang Yan's arrival caused quite a stir in the recruit company. A college student recruit, he was tall and strong, with excellent grades, especially in shooting, where he was practically gifted. He was on the university shooting team, a master marksman, easily hitting the bullseye at 100 meters. In his first live-fire exercise in recruit company, he stunned everyone, scoring an impressive 99 points.

This gave his squad leader, the experienced veteran Zheng Sanpao, a real headache.

"Zhuang Yan! What are you doing stepping out of line again?!" Zheng Sanpao, known as Lao Pao, had a weathered face filled with helplessness and a hint of anger. He watched as Zhuang Yan once again stepped out of line without permission and strode towards the shooting range, and an inexplicable anger rose in his heart.

Zhuang Yan stopped and turned around, his young face filled with defiance.

"Sergeant, I think the drill training is too inefficient. I've already mastered all the essentials. Instead of wasting time here, let me go to the shooting range to practice my marksmanship. In real combat, good marksmanship is what really matters. What's the use of neat formations?"

Upon hearing this, a murmur immediately arose among the surrounding recruits. Zhuang Yan's words voiced the doubts that many had, but out of respect for the veteran's authority, no one dared to speak out.

Zheng Sanpao's blood pressure soared with anger. He pointed at Zhuang Yan, his finger trembling slightly: "Zhuang Yan! This is discipline! This is an order! Soldiers are duty-bound to obey orders! Do you think this is a university club where you can do whatever you want?!"

"Reporting, squad leader, my specialty is shooting, not drill," Zhuang Yan replied neither humbly nor arrogantly, his bright eyes showing a stubbornness.

Zheng Sanpao took a deep breath. He had encountered troublesome soldiers before, but he had never met one like Zhuang Yan, who was both exceptionally capable and constantly opposed him.

"Good! Good! Good!" Zheng Sanpao said "good" three times in a row. "Zhuang Yan, let me tell you, here, your profession is obedience! Return to the team immediately! Otherwise, solitary confinement awaits you!"

Zhuang Yan's eyes flickered. He glanced at Lao Pao's face, which was flushed with anger, and finally chose to compromise, turning back to the queue. But the resentment on his face did not diminish in the slightest.

Zheng Sanpao watched Zhuang Yan's reluctant movements, a fire burning inside him. This kid was a real troublemaker. Although he was capable, if things continued like this, trouble was bound to happen sooner or later.

Night Tiger Reconnaissance Company.

Miao Zhiyuan, known as Miao Lian, stood at the edge of the company's training ground, gazing into the distance, lost in thought. His platoon leader, Chen Guotao, handed him a report on the new recruits' performance evaluation.

"Company Commander, this is the latest report from the recruit company. There's a guy named Zhuang Yan who's really standing out."

Miao Zhiyuan took the report and glanced at it briefly. When he saw Zhuang Yan's shooting score, his one good eye suddenly lit up.

"Good lad! This marksmanship isn't something an ordinary recruit can achieve," Miao Zhiyuan exclaimed.

But then he saw the evaluation of Zhuang Yan's daily behavior: "He is disobedient, has a weak sense of discipline, and is seriously individualistic. It is recommended that his ideological education be strengthened."

Miao Zhiyuan smiled, a smile that held a certain meaning.

"A troublemaker, huh..." he muttered to himself, "Interesting."

He recalled a boy from many years ago, equally young, equally gifted, and even more "rebellious" than Zhuang Yan. That boy changed his life.

"Old Chen, send someone to the recruit training camp and fetch Zheng Sanpao," Miao Zhiyuan instructed.

"yes!"

A moment later, Zheng Sanpao arrived at the Night Tiger Reconnaissance Company, looking travel-worn. Upon seeing Miao Zhiyuan, he immediately stood at attention and saluted.

"Company commander, you wanted to see me?"

Miao Zhiyuan waved his hand, gesturing for him to sit down. He then handed Zhuang Yan's report to Zheng Sanpao.

"Old Pao, how's Zhuang Yan doing with him?"

Upon hearing Zhuang Yan's name, Zheng Sanpao immediately began to complain: "Company Commander, you have no idea! This kid is really capable, but he's also incredibly stubborn! He's always going against me and doesn't listen to discipline. I think we should send him to a technical branch, otherwise he'll cause trouble sooner or later!"

Miao Zhiyuan listened to Zheng Sanpao's complaints, but a knowing look appeared on his face.

"Sanpao, do you think this kid is suitable to stay in your recruit training company?"

Zheng Sanpao was taken aback upon hearing this, but then he understood what Miao Lian meant. He hesitated for a moment: "Company Commander, this... if Zhuang Yan stays in the recruit company, it might affect the other recruits."

"In that case, let's move him to another place," Miao Zhiyuan said calmly. "My Night Tiger Reconnaissance Company needs soldiers like him who are courageous, capable, and willing to question."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Sanpao was shocked: "Company Commander, you want Zhuang Yan?"

Miao Zhiyuan nodded: "That's right. But..." He smiled, a hint of cunning in his smile, "This kid's been a troublemaker for a long time, he needs to be taught a lesson. Otherwise, he'll think the army is a place he can come and go as he pleases."

Zheng Sanpao immediately understood Miao Lian's meaning, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

"Company commander, I understand!"

A few days later, on the recruit training field, Zheng Sanpao deliberately provoked Zhuang Yan during a combat training session. He used provocative words and rough actions, and Zhuang Yan, with his fiery temper, was quickly enraged. In a moment of impulsiveness, he actually attacked Zheng Sanpao.

"Zhuang Yan! How dare you beat up the squad leader?! You've gone too far!" Zheng Sanpao roared, covering his face. "Guards! Put him in solitary confinement!"

The new recruits were terrified; they had never witnessed anything so serious. Zhuang Yan himself was also somewhat bewildered; he hadn't expected Zheng Sanpao to pull such a stunt.

Soon, Zhuang Yan was locked in solitary confinement. He sat on the cold floor, his heart filled with resentment and regret. He knew he had acted impulsively, but his suppressed passion and incomprehension of military discipline made him feel stifled.

Just when he thought his military career was about to come to an end, the door to the solitary confinement cell was pushed open.

Miao Zhiyuan appeared at the doorway, calmly looking at Zhuang Yan.

"Zhuang Yan, do you know your crime?" Miao Zhiyuan asked in a low voice.

Zhuang Yan raised his head, his eyes filled with defiance: "Reporting, Company Commander, I acted impulsively, and I accept the punishment! But I don't believe I did anything wrong!"

Miao Zhiyuan smiled, a smile that carried both admiration and a hint of slyness.

"Well said, 'You don't think you've done anything wrong.'" Miao Zhiyuan walked up to Zhuang Yan and handed him a transfer order. "From now on, you, Zhuang Yan, are officially transferred to the Night Tiger Reconnaissance Company. Your position is my clerk."

Zhuang Yan stared blankly at the transfer order in his hand. He had expected to be discharged, but instead, he was transferred to the elite reconnaissance company and became the company commander's clerk?

"Company Commander, what... what's going on?" Zhuang Yan asked incredulously.

Miao Zhiyuan patted him on the shoulder, his tone profound: "Because you have guts, ability, and more importantly, you dare to question. Night Tiger needs soldiers like you."

He paused, then added, "Of course, I also hope that you can learn here how to better manage your 'troublesome' nature."

Zhuang Yan looked at Miao Lian's one eye, and a complex emotion welled up inside him. He knew that from this moment on, his military career would be completely changed.

What he didn't know was that it was this "troublemaker" that would give him the opportunity to come into contact with the being who would change the world in the future.