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The last vestiges of the setting sun vanished beneath the clouds, and the tattered silhouettes of trees in the logistics area swayed in the wind.
Several people hurried past them, leaving only the two of them willing to remain rooted to the spot.
“Fine…”
The affirmative word, spoken almost instinctively, was abruptly cut short.
Once she fully registered the specific invitation he had extended, Lin Yu’s words caught in her throat, unable to be uttered or swallowed.
Instead, a furious blush erupted across her cheeks, spreading to cover half her face in mere seconds, threatening to creep further down her neck and behind her ears.
Swallowing the trapped words with immense effort, Lin Yu took a deep, shuddering breath before roaring at the biggest idiot in this other world, “Don’t you dare even think about such a thing—”
This transcended mere idiocy.
How many screws must have come loose in his head for him to utter such an impolite proposition to a single young woman like her!
Unforgivable, absolutely unforgivable; she vowed to summon the military police or the disciplinary squad to drag him before a court-martial, where he would surely face the death penalty.
Not comprehending the reason behind Lin Yu’s sudden outburst, Yang Xi merely observed the abrupt change in her expression and innocently questioned her intense reaction, “What’s wrong? Is it not allowed?”
“Use that paste in your brain to *really* think—how could that possibly be allowed!” Lin Yu screamed back with all her might, ready to turn her back on this shameless man and retreat into the trenches.
Any girl of sound mind would unequivocally reject such an invitation.
Even the memory of her past life as a man offered no justification for her to agree.
Was Yang Xi truly that familiar with Lin Yu? Were they such intimate friends? No, even the closest friends wouldn’t bathe together!
Not only this fellow, but even if Nangong had offered to scrub her back, Lin Yu wouldn’t have readily agreed.
How, then, could this man so brazenly suggest such a thing in broad daylight?
Seriously, she needed to find those black-clad officers and seize the opportunity to call them over to apprehend him on the spot.
While Lin Yu was contemplating how to expose his egregious behavior to the public, Yang Xi remained preoccupied with the matter of bathing together.
Noticing Lin Yu’s continued outright rejection of his invitation, he proceeded to analyze her reasons for acting this way, magnificently missing the point of the entire situation, just as he had in their previous conversation.
“Oh, right, I almost forgot.
You’re from Shan’nei Province, aren’t you?
People from the south don’t usually visit bathhouses much, so they’re more resistant to bathing together…”
Unable to tolerate it any longer, Lin Yu leapt up and delivered a forceful slam dunk onto his steel helmet.
“This isn’t about bathhouses or the south!”
The sharp clang of her knuckles against the helmet echoed around them, yet the fury simmering within Lin Yu did not dissipate with that decisive strike.
After executing that challenging maneuver, she clenched her right hand into a small fist and thrust it directly before him.
“Your behavior is fundamentally wrong! It seems that besides your mental state, even your basic common sense requires correction!”
The extent of his hopelessness continued to escalate.
Lin Yu found herself constantly repeating the mantra ‘A healer’s benevolent heart’ to herself, just to suppress the overwhelming urge to turn and walk away and continue their conversation.
“But… but I clearly did as he taught me,” he mumbled, lowering his head, a hint of grievance in his voice.
“Why did it turn out like this…?”
“You’re feeling wronged now?!” Disregarding all pretense of the ‘Battlefield Angel’ medic’s usual demeanor, Lin Yu revealed a rarely seen furious side of herself.
“Tell me which moron taught you to do this! When I treat them, I swear I’ll inject two syringes of air into their veins!”
Struggling to stand on her tiptoes, she directed her furious interrogation at the young man before her.
“It was Private First Class Qi Fei.
He said the best way to mend a friendship between men was to go scrub backs together.
I finally found someone willing to teach me, but I didn’t expect him to trick me… By the Emperor, such a person is truly despicable.”
“…”
‘Oh, so he was tricked.
I thought he was just purely an idiot.
He was fooled by a veteran waiting to laugh at him, that’s why…’
“Wait? What did you just say?” Lin Yu immediately pinpointed the most unsettling part of his statement.
“You said ‘mend whose friendship’?”
‘What exactly did he mean by ‘friendship between men’?’
Had she enlisted in her previous life, an invitation to a bathhouse to scrub backs and foster camaraderie would have been perfectly acceptable.
The crucial point, however, was that in her current existence as a 38% mixed-race woman—the remaining 62% being attributed to her twenty-four years of male experience in a past life—she simply could not ‘mend friendships’ in such a manner.
“I apologize, I overstepped,” he continued, his head still bowed in dejection.
“I shouldn’t have treated you as a brother-in-arms, fighting for His Majesty through life and death.
We merely happen to serve in the same unit.”
“Who the hell is your brother?! You, open your eyes and look closely! I. Am. A. Woman—!”
The answer to everything was encapsulated in his humorous, right-wing remark.
After their first encounter in the shell crater, after several treatments in the medical tent, and subsequent meetings, interactions, and conversations with Lin Yu…
Even after knowing Lin Yu for so long, he still perceived her as a ‘man.’
Such a perception actually aligned well with Lin Yu’s own inclinations; she was quite content to be regarded as male, if only to verbally reclaim the sensation of her past life.
However, this did not grant him license to impose male-exclusive activities upon her.
The joyful camaraderie of scrubbing backs and chatting to foster bonds was a pleasure unique to men.
If Lin Yu were forcefully inserted into such a scenario, even with her slender, reed-like build and flat chest like a washboard, it would inevitably lead to other undesirable implications.
For instance, it could devolve into some R-rated ‘picking up the soap’ (TL Note: A slang term referring to sexual assault in male communal showers, implying vulnerability and forced submission) scenario, a dreadful event she was determined to avoid at all costs.
“Huh? A woman?” He froze, utterly astonished by Lin Yu’s previous statement.
“Then why don’t you have… uh…”
His hands gestured vaguely in front of his chest, making his implication perfectly clear.
This reminded Lin Yu of an ‘airport joke’ (TL Note: A slang term referring to women with very small or flat chests, comparing them to an airport runway) from her past life, yet as the protagonist of this current demonstration, she found herself unable to laugh.
‘What else could she say?
Let me think.
Well, this is excellent; it’s highly probable this guy isn’t a fan of small chests.’
This was the sole virtue Lin Yu could extract from all their interactions.
Beyond that lay a mountain of flaws, from head to toe, left to right, dawn till dusk, ancient to modern—merely listing them would be enough to make Lin Yu faint on the spot.
“I’m truly sorry I don’t have a good figure like Nangong!”
Biting her lip, she screamed out, then abandoned him five hundred meters from the bathhouse, sprinting alone towards Commander Yang’s quarters.
“…”
He seemed to be saying something else behind her, but Lin Yu’s patience had completely run out; even silently repeating ‘a healer’s benevolent heart’ and ‘don’t stoop to an idiot’s level’ proved ineffective.
Another second in his presence would surely cause her to die of exasperation.
She felt as though half the anger she’d ever harbored in her life had been poured out onto that man—what an irritating idiot, a deadbeat, a complete nerve-wracker.
Though she detested him, he persistently appeared by her side, clinging like stubborn chewing gum stuck to the sole of her boot, an inescapable annoyance.
Commander Yang, on the other hand, was truly a good person, and Lieutenant Xia wasn’t bad either; at least neither of them ever made her angry.
Carrying her small backpack in one hand, Lin Yu stood before Commander Yang’s residence and gently knocked on the door.