The sharp sound of the whistle echoed in the dark night, completely breaking the silence of the dormitory area.

Lin Qiye suddenly woke up from his dream, glanced at the Rolex used to prop up the table, and frowned slightly.

"Three in the morning... so harsh?"

He quickly got out of bed and changed into his military uniform, then slapped the slippers on the sleeping Baili Pangpang's face. The latter grunted a few times, licked his lips, and lazily turned over to continue sleeping.