Top Warzone Analyst Chapter 60

A top-notch data analyst can absolutely charge whatever they want. And they should be ready to deal with being asked to do a lot, being treated impatiently, and being hard to please.

Although Cheng Feng is still a freshman, in previous simulations she demonstrated professional skills that even many seniors in their fourth year might not match.

Flipping one’s expression is a traditional trick for military university students. Ever since they learned it, their world has opened up quite a bit.

“Why didn’t you say so earlier, darling? I’m totally willing! I really do!”

“They were just calling your full name earlier – unlike me, who always respectfully calls you ‘Big Boss’!”

“Junior here wants to sign up! Not much, but I won a scholarship once last year. [image]”

“Pick me, junior! I only need one data analysis to be satisfied!”

“Scram! No unhealthy competition! And that one up there – drag them out and bury them!”

Cheng Feng felt relieved. She was just about to pick a few teammates from among the three thousand beauties when messages kept popping up above her head one after another.

Xiang Yunjian: ??

What’s Good About Summer: Selling yourself – don’t you check with the family first to see if anyone wants in? Cheng Feng, why are you so rebellious? Since when did your wings harden?

My Family’s Got a Mine: It’s Dad’s fault. [Transfer]

A Little More Reckless: Feeling conflicted? We can all discuss it.

Cheng Feng didn’t dare accept the money, but she was still the first to reply to Xin Kuang.

Because a chat box with a [Transfer] tag was just too flashy.

Ye Guicheng: Thanks, but no need. I can earn my own.

My Family’s Got a Mine: You’re still young – don’t say such reckless things. While you’re still poor, enjoy the joy of taking money with your hand out.

Ye Guicheng: …?

My Family’s Got a Mine: If we have meat to eat, we’ll definitely give you a share. [Transfer] Enough?

My Family’s Got a Mine: Save the extra. Girls should have some savings. Then, when the time comes, you can slam it in someone’s face and scold them generously: “Get lost!” Got it?

Cheng Feng truly didn’t understand. Throwing money in someone’s face hurts her own heart. She wouldn’t accept such a loss-making deal.

Yet she genuinely, strongly felt a weighty sense of paternal love – even if this “cheap dad” seemed a little… off.

Is this the weight of money?

While she was chatting, the message box started jumping non-stop again. Friends from all corners of her social circle were blown up by her “selling myself” post. Her account backend even showed “99+” application requests.

Mr. Kong: Kid, you mustn’t speak like that!

Mr. Kong: At this hour, I was about to sleep. Have some pity on your professional teacher – I’m already over fifty.

Swiftness Prevails: How are you still so poor? You missed so many business opportunities before! Want me to introduce you to a team?

Strength is Justice: You want that scholarship? Better to take orders – it’s more reliable. I hear this special test is an individual project this time… it’s tough.

Song Zheng: Sister, mind if I tag along? I’m super well-behaved – I can flatter five people at once! And I can even customize it just for you!

Cheng Feng originally had a lot she wanted to reply, but after reading the last message, her mind froze for a moment. Her brain felt like someone had hit the “clear” button – except for venting, there was nothing else there.

…Wow… you’re really something.

This friend’s skills always hit her completely off guard.

She first sent Mr. Kong, who was about to lose it, a [obedient nod] sticker, then copied and pasted a very half-hearted “I’m fine” to the other classmates she wasn’t that close with.

When she switched back to the main interface, at the top of the frantically jumping chat list was a neat row of transfer notifications.

A Little More Reckless: [Transfer] Next time, give me a heads-up if it’s something like this. We can rarely understand a girl’s thoughts.

…Please don’t try to analyze them!

Xiang Yunjian: [Transfer] Delete the recruitment post. Just come join our team. This test can be done with five or six people – we still have room.

Xiang Yunjian: If anything comes up, go through the organization – they’re very accommodating, as long as you don’t break the law.

What’s Good About Summer: [Transfer] Reply to me first!

Cheng Feng first replied to Jiang Linxia with a period, then to Xiang Yunjian with a simple “Okay.”

After all that busy typing, she actually felt a little tired – as if she had accomplished something significant.

When she finally looked up from the screen, her gaze met Shen Dan, who was studying her with a thoughtful expression.

“What’s up?” Cheng Feng glanced at her, then looked down to delete the previously posted messages. “I’ve already recruited a team. And I didn’t have to sell myself.”

“You’re really popular,” Shen Dan’s clever little brain spun at full speed. “I think you could make a lot just selling things through your social circle. As long as you post useful stuff from time to time, no one would dare block you.”

Cheng Feng gave her a skeptical sideways glance. “Selling through my social circle? What do you mean?”

Shen Dan, worried she might have actually trained an active advertiser, quickly shook her head. “Nothing, I’m just joking. Stay the way you are now! You’ll always be able to recruit free long-term workers!”

With that concern settled, Cheng Feng didn’t pay much attention to her odd behavior. She breathed a sigh of relief and said, “I’ll keep looking at the materials. Maybe I can pass directly.”

…

The special project test only began after all the cultural subject exams were finished.

Over the past few days, Cheng Feng had roughly flipped through the textbooks for each subject. But she had no exam experience, and she was completely clueless about answering strategies or ways to scrape points. She searched for some guides online, but her understanding was far from accurate.

As it turned out, things went pretty much as she expected – after a few exams, she found herself frowning.

History was especially brutal. The scope of the questions was huge, and a few supposedly “free points” questions for elementary students were outside Cheng Feng’s revision range, leaving her losing points for no clear reason.

By the time she finished the test, her head was spinning. It felt like she had been hammering on a massive bronze bell all morning; her ears were ringing with a constant hum.

This kind of exam is really not friendly to outsiders!

By the day of the special project test, Cheng Feng’s battered spirit had finally recovered a little.

Jiang Linxia and the others didn’t have many exams, so they’d been free the past couple of days, staying on campus just to wait for this infantry skills test.

On the day of the test, they arrived at the exam hall early and messaged Cheng Feng, reminding her to come register the team members’ names.

Cheng Feng, unusually, arrived five minutes early. She stood at the entrance of the exam hall, checking the tutorial on her screen to confirm the basic rules of this simulation test.

Suddenly, a pair of hands reached out and pressed against the back of her neck.

It was winter, and Cheng Feng wasn’t wearing a scarf – her exposed skin was cold and dry.

The hands were large and warm, with rough, calloused palms and fingertips. They clamped her fate like holding an owl by the scruff, inescapable. Cheng Feng didn’t need to turn around to know whose “sinful” hands these were.

She shrank her neck slightly, glanced back at Xiang Yunjian with a cold stare, silently warning him not to mess around.

He held a large bag in one hand, his lashes half-closed, and a faint curve appeared on his sharply defined face as he smiled. “Come on in. They’re already inside.”

It wasn’t time to log in yet. Jiang Linxia and a few others had claimed a large table by the window, catching a bit of sunlight.

The winter sun was soft but carried a subtle chill, yet it also had an irresistible warmth.

Cheng Feng squeezed into a seat that caught the sunlight, hoping it would drive away the damp cold in the air. She raised her collar and tucked her ears under her hat.

Leaning over the table with her eyes half-closed, she watched Xiang Yunjian take items out of the bag one by one – mostly instant food and drinks. She asked curiously, “Why did you buy so much food?”

“The test could take a while. If it’s long, it’s best to bring your own meals – uni food might not suit your taste,” Xiang Yunjian said. “Take whatever you want.”

Jiang Linxia picked two small cakes from the pile and handed them to Cheng Feng, saying emotionally, “I finally did something a dad should do!”

“What’s that? Just get some food?” Xiang Yunjian crossed one leg over the other and lightly kicked Jiang Linxia’s knee with his shoe tip. “Pay before offering flowers. Shameless.”

Jiang Linxia scooted a little to the side and scoffed, “What do you know? Did you notice that my daughter’s wearing a new hairpin today?”

Yan Shen and Xin Kuang both looked up, surprised, at Cheng Feng.

Her soft short hair lay obediently along the sides of her face, following the direction of her bangs. On the left side, a small silver hairpin held a few stray strands in place. Judging by the length, her hair could almost be tied up now.

“I knew something felt off,” Xin Kuang said, not acting like he’d fully realized it, but his eyes said it all. He nodded approvingly. “That hairpin is cute.”

Yan Shen still felt something was off – something slightly irritating – so he stole a few extra glances, but didn’t dare say anything.

Xiang Yunjian said confidently, “You’ve put on weight.”

Cheng Feng stared blankly.

The three big guys couldn’t find the point no matter how they followed the instructions – it was painful to watch. Jiang Linxia rolled his eyes, raised a hand, and pointed at them one by one while scolding, “Cheng Feng isn’t wearing a wig today! Do you guys not use your eyes when you go out?!”

The three of them: “…Oh!” So that’s it!

Cheng Feng: “…Enough already.”

As they chatted idly, the other candidates gradually arrived, and the examiners strode into the hall with steady steps.

After swiping cards and confirming attendance, the simulation test officially began.

Cheng Feng donned her gear and clicked to log in.

The screen switched, bringing her to the backpack to select a template, and a mission prompt popped up at the same time.

[Special Project Test: Survival in the Uninhabited Zone!]

Jiang Linxia spoke first, a sinister smile on his face: “Perfect! This year it’s survival in the uninhabited zone – my favorite.”

Two seconds later, he ground his teeth and cursed, “Damn it! Who picked this? I curse them!”

As everyone knew, among the various test projects: the long-distance march tested endurance; the hundred-mile sprint tested focus; the multi-event competition tested skill; and the most mentally grueling was survival in the uninhabited zone.

Of course, for Cheng Feng, it was all the same.