"Why is a grown man hemming and hawing like that?"
"I..." Wu Heping was about to cry. "I need your help with something."
"What is it?"
"Can you chat with me for a while?"
Lu Huaizheng was quite shocked by this request. He reached out and patted Wu Heping's head. "Is there something wrong with you?"
"Dr. Yu said I have a phobia of you, and my poor training performance is all because I'm scared. To get rid of this fear, I have to...have to talk with you. We can talk about anything, as long as it isn't about military matters."
"Alright. Where are we talking?"
He clutched the key back in his hand, being quite cooperative.
Setting aside matters on the training field, Lu Huaizheng was an approachable, big-brother-like figure most of the time.
"Dr. Yu will arrange it."
When Lu Huaizheng and Wu Heping went inside, Yu Hao had already adjusted the temperature and lighting in the psychological catharsis room. Eighteen degrees is the most comfortable temperature for the human body. At this temperature, the body's cells enter a relaxed state, and conversation becomes more casual.
The two men sat facing each other, with a soft incandescent light shining down on their heads.
Lu Huaizheng was more casual, leaning back in his chair, his eyelids drooping lazily. He would answer whatever Wu Heping asked.
Their voices came through the audio receiver.
Wu Heping's voice was deep and tinged with caution, while Lu Huaizheng's was clearer and more casual.
"Do you usually have any other hobbies?"
"Basketball?"
"Are you good at basketball?"
"So-so."
"Do you play games?"
"I do."
"What kind of games do you play?"
"I played the NES when I was a kid. I don't have time to play now."
"Dr. Yu said you're not good at games. Did you two know each other before?"
His voice paused. After a long moment, he squeezed out a light, airy hum. "Yeah. Not very well."
Wu Heping probably didn't know what else to ask, and there was a moment of silence.
"How many times a day do you go to the bathroom?"
Lu Huaizheng: "..."
He still answered honestly, "It depends."
"Were your grades good back in school?"
"Nope."
"Then what was your best subject?"
"P.E.?"
"Did you have a girl you liked, too?"
"Duh."
"Did you ever pursue a girl?"
"I did."
"Did you get her?"
"No."
Wu Heping couldn't believe it. "There's a girl that even you couldn't win over?"
He laughed but didn't answer.
Wu Heping didn't know what to ask anymore. He felt that in private, the captain really was just an ordinary man, aside from being handsome. But once on the training ground, he felt the captain's manliness was off the charts.
"Captain, do you also watch...films...?"
Lu Huaizheng looked up, not getting it. "What kind of films?"
"...You know...the...kind of films...one needs to watch..."
"Porn?"
Wu Heping hadn't expected him to be so direct. He had asked quite euphemistically, thinking this question might close the distance between them, but the captain turned out to be brutally honest.
Wu Heping nodded.
Lu Huaizheng said nonchalantly, "Yeah, I do."
"How often do you watch it?"
"...It depends."
"Captain, have you ever measured your own...length?"
"I have."
Every man has.
Wu Heping decided not to ask anymore, afraid of wounding his own pride.
Outside the door, Yu Hao couldn't bear to listen any longer. She turned off the receiver for a minute before turning it back on.
After chatting for nearly an hour, the two finally came out slowly. Yu Hao turned the receiver back on, and the static sound caught their attention. Wu Heping's face reddened, and he scratched the back of his head in embarrassed annoyance. "Dr. Yu, you could hear all that?"
Yu Hao was writing furiously in her notebook, recording their conversation. She casually waved the notebook in her hand and said without looking up, "Mhm, I recorded it all."
Wu Heping had forgotten that soldiers have no secrets. Any conversation had to be conducted under surveillance, and Yu Hao would certainly have to take notes.
Lu Huaizheng, however, showed no expression. Without even glancing at Yu Hao, he patted Wu Heping on the back. "Let's go."
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