He had even planned everything, ready to take advantage of the rest time tonight to enter the private space that belonged only to the two of them and meet Wang Xiaolan. By then, he would hug his gentle and lovely wife tightly, share the joy of success with her, and feel the deep love between them.

He was lost in his own surging thoughts, completely unaware of the movement around him. Suddenly, a hand gently nudged his shoulder, pulling him back from his illusory and profound world of thought to reality. He started, turned around, and looked at the person beside him.

This person was none other than his roommate, Huang Yong. He was twenty-one years old, of medium height, with dark skin. Huang Yong was renowned for his eloquence, his eloquence flowing fluently, seemingly an endless stream of words. Furthermore, his mind raced like a windmill, his ingenious ideas churning out one after another, leaving the audience reeling.

However, Huang Yong's most unique attribute is his exceptional ability to clearly hear voices from a distance. Even if someone is hundreds of meters away, the slightest sound will not escape his incredibly sharp ears. This ability is truly miraculous, unattainable by ordinary people, leading some to speculate whether he possesses special abilities.

It is precisely because he has this ability that ordinary people do not have that he joined the special forces.

Huang Yong was looking at Zhao Lihan with a slightly mysterious and cautious expression. He lowered his voice and said softly, "Hey, brother, you're in trouble."