Chapter 78: 46.1

Chapter 46.1

His Thoughts

Translated by boilpoil
Edited by boilpoil

 

Cheng Zhaoci may be confident in Zhou Xiaobao’s comic, but he can’t take it anymore. Ah, his head hurts.

The trope doesn’t exist in insectoid culture, but he’s seen it overused so much in his past life. Rationally, and emotionally, he’s on Zhou Luoluo’s side.

He’s too old for this kind of bollocks.

So after checking the characters and giving him reassurance for his plot, Cheng Zhaoci tells the little genius Zhou Xiaobao to get to work.

“Done?” Lu Yao, who’s been off to a side room peeks out, “you guys done talking?”

“… Granddad, you’ve been listening in the whole time?” Cheng Zhaoci says, speechless.

“Ehe, ‘course not. I just find it interesting to listen to young’uns speak,” Lu Yao then forms a little circle on his hand with his thumb and index finger, “I only heard this much.”

Cheng Zhaoci “…” So you were listening in.

Lu Yao then sighs and sits next to Cheng Zhaoci, “I must be getting in on the years. Are males getting more lively these years?”

“Xiao-Zhuo has a good eye for males, unlike his dad,” Lu Yao can’t help but caress Cheng Zhaoci on the head, “he’s lucky to have met you.”

“The bastard that made his dad pass away is still living large in this world. You would never know how frightened I was to hear Wei Zhuo say he fell in love with a male,” Lu Yao’s eyes are narrowed. Clearly, he does not view that ‘father’ of Wei Zhuo’s positively at all.

Cheng Zhaoci can also see it, so he asks, “would you not come to dislike males?”

Lu Yao seems surprised for a moment, then bursts into laughter, “what? Of course not. My poor son fell for a piece of scum, but my xiongzhu was very different.”

“I actually fell for him for one simple reason. He was handsome. And male. So I went after him,” Lu Yao then leans closer, and whispers, “he was an Institute researcher. You know, like Bai Jun.”

“I was fortunate to marry him, but he was quite the loner, and never got any concubines. I actually wished that he did, since it was kind of tiring to talk to him. Our careers were in different fields, and so it was maddening to talk to him every time. But then, what else could I do?” Lu Yao chuckles, “he’s my honeyboo. I couldn’t get angry at his handsome face when he kept his mouth shut, you know.”

Lu Yao’s smile is very affectionate when talking about his ‘honeyboo,’ his wrinkles deepening because of it, “it’s a shame. If he was still alive, that scumbag-in-law would have never got away with what he did.”

“You might not have learned, but there has always been this undercurrent of male-phobic shemales and demis. My honeyboo died to such a pirate,” Lu Yao lets himself sink into the sofa, “I know the pirate has suffered at the hands of other males, but what did that have to do with my honeyboo?”

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To be fair, Lu Yao has aged, and also appears stoic and imposing. Somehow, he is able to say his ‘honeyboo’ with quite the loving and longing indeed.

“When I finally got to their spacecraft base with my men and found my xiongzhu…,” Lu Yao falls silent, for such a long time that Cheng Zhaoci thought it too painful to recount, but Lu Yao continues, “do you know what an insectoid swine is? His limbs were removed. He was also put into a jar. He was blinded and made deaf.”

Cheng Zhaoci tenses up immensely.

“It’s as horrible as you think. It was too late when I rescued him; we may have impressive medical technology, able to save someone as long as they aren’t actually dead. We also have almost lifelike prosthetics… We saved his physical body, but when I relaxed a little at a rescue well done, he killed himself.”

Lu Yao looks quite distraught. He has never truly overcome the death, “my honeyboo. I would give anything to make him happy. I miss him. He’s, he’s a little annoying to talk to, but everything is rosy with him. I do not know exactly what he experienced when the pirates got him. I didn’t want to know. I didn’t know if I can handle the truth. I still had a son I had to care for.”

“Granddad,” Cheng Zhaoci puts his hand on Lu Yao’s hand. It’s trembling. Cheng Zhaoci does not know what to say. ‘It’s all in the past’? Lu Yao is already on the last leg of his journey. Not just his xiongzhu, but his loving shemale son is also dead. Wei Zhuo is all he has left.

Lu Yao pats Cheng Zhaoci on the back of his hand, and reins in himself, saying, “I’m fine. I just wanted to say, it was really lucky xiao-Zhuo could meet you.”

“It is true that there are many males rotten to the core, but that does not give us cause to generalise. How did we insectoids achieve our technological marvels? On what grounds were we able to confidently establish ourselves in the wider universe? Certainly not with the tough carapace us shemales evolved,” Lu Yao gets stands up, but he suddenly turns around to caution Cheng Zhaoci, “but listen to granddad, you should never go there even if you have the chance. They’re all weird.”

“Huh? Oh, uh, right!” Cheng Zhaoci agrees, knowing full well he doesn’t have the mind to do science-y stuff regardless.

Though that is when Bai Jun’s loud yell roars through the mansion once again, “are you seriously telling me you’re installing it there?! You might as well install it right between your buttocks for all the good in the world it’d do!!!”

Taking a peek, he notices that the normally silently confident He Huaijian isn’t even uttering any retort. It must be true that researchers are all bipolar to some degree.

Cheng Zhaoci is going to tease He Huaijian, but suddenly, he remembers something, and yells, “oh wait!”

“Huaijian! Did you bring my drawing tablet with you?” He didn’t take it when he dragged Xiao Ji along to play virtual mecha fights. Then everything was a hurried blur when they then went to pick up He Huaijian.

“I didn’t,” He Huaijian replies, as expected, “you didn’t take it with you?”

He totally forgot! Cheng Zhaoci scratches his head. He still needs to update his comic. God knows how long he has to stay here to ensure security. He can’t just drop the updates, can he?

“What’s wrong? Do you need to pick up something?” Lu Yao has heard what’s going on, “I’ll come with you.”

“Oh, it’s fine, it’s fine. Xiao Ji!” He couldn’t possibly trouble the Grand Marshal just to retrieve a drawing tablet.

“Call me ‘older brother’! What’s up?” Xiao Ji went to check out some virtual fighting equipment on the second floor; he is back down in a flash.

“Come with me. I need to go get my drawing tablet!” Most of the time, Cheng Zhaoci would impose on Xiao Ji instead of others. They grew up together, and have even done stuff like share a single bit of food among the three of them. Xiao Ji is also, for lack of a better word, simple-minded. He doesn’t mind or overthink stuff. Lu Yao is the Grand Marshal, and shouldn’t be put to use helping to retrieve something like a drawing tablet.

“Sure!” Xiao Ji takes the VR helmet-thing off his head.

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