"..."
Lin Xinhong watched as Shan Mingxu got up and leaned against the small bed in his dorm, instantly pressing the neatly made blanket into unsightly wrinkles.
"How old are you, still acting like a little kid... Behaving so childishly, if I told others that you're the captain of the special forces, no one would believe it!"
Shan Mingxu faced the wall, silently protesting Lin Xinhong's exasperated questioning.
If one person doesn't speak, even the deities can't intervene.
Shan Mingxu remained silent, and Lin Xinhong had no solution, so he decided to finish his work first.
Just then, there was a knock on the door, and a clear, bright voice rang out,
"Report! Second Company, First Platoon, Second Squad Leader Liang Fusong!"
"..."
The figure lying on the bed facing the wall suddenly froze as if struck by a freezing bullet, except for the heart pounding wildly, the body was completely stiff.
The voice was too familiar, yet different from before...
