Admiral, Your Wife Is Gone ABO - Chapter 32

It might come in handy someday.

After a while, a staff member came over, opened the glass case, and told him he could take it.

Luo Le retracted the mecha into his ring space.

Half a month flew by, and the day arrived for him to report to the First Legion.

This time, Luo Le wasn’t going alone military personnel came to pick him up.

The deployment period was three years, and the school had already been notified.

Three days later, sixth floor of the Legion Mecha Pilot dormitory in the First Legion.

Returning to the First Legion, Luo Le’s mood was completely different from before.

This was his first true military assignment. He wondered if Huo Lanjing had lived in a similar dormitory when he first joined the military.

He was assigned a two-person room, with a corridor separating him from his roommate across the way.

Luo Le glanced across the corridor. The bedding was folded into perfectly square, tofu-like blocks, the sheets were completely wrinkle-free, and even the items on the desk were arranged with meticulous order.

Compared to Luo Le’s more casual style, it was like two completely different worlds.

Not that Luo Le was messy, just not so rigidly organized.

Could his roommate be someone who’s meticulous to a fault?

A mental image flashed through his mind a person with black-rimmed glasses, every crease on their military uniform crisp and precise.

Just as he was thinking this, the door swung open from the outside.

Luo Le turned to see a familiar figure standing in the doorway, wearing familiar clothes and sporting a familiar face. He couldn’t help but exclaim, Instructor Yang?

Yang Liqing strode over and clapped Luo Le on the shoulder, exclaiming, So you’re my new roommate! Why did you withdraw from the military earlier? Was it because I asked you to put those parts in storage?

Luo Le shook his head. It was my own issue.

Yang Liqing chuckled and casually sat down on the edge of the bed, patting the space beside him. Come on, sit down and let’s talk.

Luo Le’s expression shifted subtly.

He must have just come in from outside—his pants are still a bit muddy. And he’s just sitting down like that?

Luo Le pulled up a chair and sat across from him. It’s fine, I’m comfortable here.

Yang Liqing didn’t mind, winking at him. Not bad, huh? Withdraw from the military and now you’re bunking with me. His tone was teasing.

Luo Le, never one to take himself too seriously, replied with a grin, All thanks to the Instructor’s influence.

Do you just praise your Instructor everywhere you go? If I were him, I’d be ecstatic!

Luo Le chuckled dryly, then, remembering something, asked, Can I ask you something?

Ask away, Yang Liqing said.

I heard General Huo has returned with his forces. What’s the situation on the Ninth Planet?

Seeing you so serious, I thought something was wrong. With General Huo leading the charge, victory was assured, of course. A perfect resolution! The General even brought back several prisoners of war, who are currently being held in the military prison.

You wouldn’t believe how dashing General Huo looked on the day of his triumphant return. He seemed to radiate light…

Luo Le couldn’t help but smile at Yang Liqing’s starry-eyed expression. How could he not know?

He still vividly remembered Huo Lanjing leading the troops in their oath ceremony—so dazzling.

Yang Liqing snapped back to attention and looked at him. What are you smiling at? Don’t you believe me?

Luo Le didn’t answer, continuing with his questions. If what you say is true, will the First Legion be permanently stationed here now?

It would be difficult to recapture prisoners of war if they escaped during a troop transfer.

Probably not. I overheard rumors that we might be heading to the Ninth Planet next, but who knows if it’s true? The higher-ups haven’t issued any official orders yet.

Alright, thank you.

Given Yang Liqing’s earlier stern demeanor, Luo Le had assumed he would be equally serious in private. He never expected him to be so… exuberant.

Don’t be so formal, Yang Liqing said, extending his clenched fists toward Luo Le. We’ll be sharing a bed soon, after all. We’re brothers now.

Luo Le blinked in surprise, then belatedly clenched his own fists and bumped them against Yang Liqing’s.

Oh, right, what’s General Huo been so busy with lately?

I wouldn’t know. I’m just a junior officer. But I’d guess he’s catching up on official duties. He must have accumulated quite a backlog. I heard Colonel Lin’s resentment during that time was… whoa, intense. Yang Liqing rubbed his arm as if shivering from the memory.

Luo Le imagined a chibi version of Colonel Lin, his face dark as he processed mountains of paperwork, then furiously snapping his pen when he reached documents requiring Huo Lanjing’s signature.

You find it funny too, right? Hahaha! But it’s good Vice-Marshal Chen is helping the Admiral now. If you ask me, there’s definitely something going on between them. Why else would Vice-Marshal Chen ignore Colonel Lin before, only to suddenly assist the Admiral? Tsk tsk tsk…

Luo Le’s wide grin vanished instantly, his face dropping like a stone.

Noticing his sudden change in mood, Yang Liqing asked cautiously, What’s wrong?

Luo Le couldn’t possibly admit he was jealous of Vice-Marshal Chen—a baseless emotion given his current lack of status. He forcibly suppressed his anger.

It’s nothing.

Yang Liqing looked unconvinced. The chill radiating from you could freeze through three inches of solid wall. And you say it’s nothing? His tone dripped with sarcasm.

Really, it’s nothing.

Fine, fine, I won’t ask. Yang Liqing glanced at Luo Le’s bed, which looked like a chicken coop. By the way, do you need help making your bed? I’m really good at it.

Luo Le glanced back at the half-made bed, then turned to Yang Liqing with unwavering resolve. I can do it myself.

Seeing Luo Le’s determination, Yang Liqing decided not to push the matter.

Next, he watched Luo Le return to the bed, unzip the duvet cover, and crawl inside, his hands fumbling around for a while.

Yang Liqing’s fingers itched to help. Forget it, he thought. I’ll just go take a shower. Out of sight, out of mind. Maybe by the time I’m done, Luo Le will have finished.

When Yang Liqing emerged from the shower, he found Luo Le already clearing the table.

Yang Liqing glanced at the crumpled bedsheets. You finished making the bed?

Luo Le glanced at the sheets. Yeah.

When Luo Le was a child at the Mental Hospital, he slept on a large bed piled with ends. He had only a thin blanket and a wool blanket, which he casually spread out before going to sleep.

After Luo Lu took him back home, the bed was always neatly made. Luo Le only used it for sleeping, always lying on the very edge. When he woke up, only a small patch of the sheet would be wrinkled, which he would simply pat smooth.

Later, when his grandfather returned, the servants took over the bed-making duties. Luo Le had never actually made a bed himself, and he couldn’t understand why it was so difficult. Even making a chip was simpler than this.

Alright, it’s getting late. Just wash up and go to sleep. You can tidy up tomorrow.

Luo Le thought for a moment and agreed.

After a quick wash, he climbed into bed. Exhausted from the day’s activities, he fell asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.

Meanwhile, Yang Liqing tossed and turned on the other bed, unable to sleep. In the moonlight, he could clearly see Luo Le.

Luo Le was hugging his pillow, most of his face buried in it. His long, pale legs, visible beneath his short pajama pants, were tucked between the sheets. From the half of his face that was visible, it was clear he was sleeping soundly.

Youth is truly wonderful, Yang Liqing thought wistfully. They can fall asleep the moment their head hits the pillow.

Just as he was sighing, a whistle suddenly pierced the night air outside the door, sounding like a death knell.

Damn, he forgot to tell Luo Le about the dormitory’s occasional surprise inspections of room cleanliness at night.

Yang Liqing quickly got up and folded his blanket with practiced efficiency, completing the task in just five seconds.

He turned to wake Luo Le, only to find him already awake, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. What’s wrong? Luo Le mumbled, his voice still thick with sleep.

Yang Liqing hurried over and pulled Luo Le out of bed, then swiftly folded his blanket as well.

Just as he was about to straighten the sheets, a loud knock echoed at the door. Room inspection!

The voice outside was booming.

Knowing there was no time left, Yang Liqing resigned himself and shot Luo Le a meaningful glance.

Luo Le, now mostly awake and understanding the situation, threw on a robe and opened the door.

The inspector was also an omega.

Seeing Luo Le in just a robe and shorts, the inspector frowned. Why were you so slow? And why are you so disheveled? What kind of decorum is this?

Luo Le, already in a foul mood from being abruptly awakened, bristled at the inspector’s tone. He didn’t reply, merely stepped back to let them enter.

The inspector noticed Luo Le’s unfamiliar face and eased up. You’re new here, aren’t you?

Mm, Luo Le replied.

Alright, this is a one-time exception. Don’t let it happen again. Have your roommate explain the dormitory rules to you later.

Yang Liqing stepped forward. I’ll explain them to him.

The man said nothing more, scanned the room one last time, and left with his group.

As Yang Liqing began explaining the dormitory rules, Luo Le felt sleepiness creeping back.

Unable to remember so much at once, he memorized a few key points, then collapsed onto his bed and fell asleep instantly.

Watching this, Yang Liqing couldn’t help but sigh, Youth truly is wonderful.

The next morning, Luo Le woke up early.

Yang Liqing was still asleep when Luo Le got up, clutching his books and thinking about reporting for duty.

As he reached the door, a sudden thought struck him. He turned back to the figure struggling to sit up in bed.

Instructor Yang, do you know where I might usually see General Huo?

Yang Liqing’s stretching body froze mid-motion. He slowly lowered his arms, staring intently at Luo Le. Recalling Luo Le’s gloomy expression from the previous day, he asked with a puzzled look, You… you don’t have a crush on General Huo, do you? No wonder you reacted strangely when I mentioned Vice-Marshal Chen.

Luo Le, his thoughts exposed, tightened his grip on his books. My reaction wasn’t strange, he retorted.

Yang Liqing sighed. True love may be priceless, but we still need some morals. General Huo has a wife, after all. We can’t stoop to such a dishonorable act as stealing another man’s wife, he said, his tone heavy with implication.

Luo Le’s lips twitched. Had he become General Huo’s mistress?

General Huo saved me once. I simply wanted to thank him. Do you even know that?

Yang Liqing nodded honestly. I didn’t.

Watching Luo Le turn away in anger, Yang Liqing realized he’d gone too far with his teasing. He quickly tried to smooth things over. If you go to the library or the Mecha Building, you might run into him. I’ve seen the Admiral head to those places a few times.

Oh, thank you.

Still being polite? Hurry up and report for duty.

Luo Le nodded and walked out.

Ten minutes later, on the 21st floor of the Mecha Building, Luo Le stared at the file placed on the desk. He still had to handle the handover today.

Soon, a man in a white military uniform approached from the other end of the corridor and stopped in front of him.

You’re the new recruit from the Admiral’s alma mater?

Luo Le nodded. Yes, he replied, extending the file with both hands.