"I had two very unpleasant experiences when I was in the army."

After another pause, Mars lowered his voice even more, recounting his unbearable past in an increasingly deep voice.

"You know, the troops are very strict, the training is very hard, and my physique is not very strong, so I can't bear it all the time. During my two years in the army, I encountered two strange things that have always made me very uncomfortable. ”

The gloomy words from the headset made me perceive "Mars Interstellar", which was completely different from the characters in the game interface, and in front of my eyes, it was as if a holographic image appeared in the reality of Mars Interstellar, although we had never met before.

"One thing...... One night in the middle of the night, suddenly a comrade screamed loudly, saying that he had seen a ghost and woke us all up.

They asked him where the ghost was, and he said it was outside the window, and we looked through the window he pointed, but we saw nothing.

But he insisted that there was a ghost out there.

A few days later, the comrade-in-arms turned away, saying that there was a mental problem.

He is the most handsome of our squad leaders, and everyone likes him very much, so they feel sorry for him. I was even more uncomfortable because I usually had the best time with him. ”

"The second thing...... Makes me sick! And...... It also cast a big shadow on me. ”

Mars paused, as if hesitating to say something that made him sick.

Then there was a noise, as if he had moved the chair he was sitting on.

"You don't know...... I'm ...... Be...... Relatively delicate. ”

The other party's speech slowed down, as if he was foreshadowing, and he seemed to hesitate, or he was worried that I would be embarrassed if I continued to listen, and I was afraid that Mars himself had expected what he was going to talk about next, which might cause me a sense of discomfort.

"Really? Do you have a beard...... You? I was interested in asking closely.

Because to me, how could such a rich bass come from a delicate face? It's possible that the character he chose for the game had a beard, so it misled my definition of his initial impression.

At the same time, the psychology of curiosity is driving me, and I want to listen to him continue, and his unsolved story is really a bit like a discovery TV show that uncovers the mystery layer by layer, which is fascinating.

"No, I barely have a beard on my face, my skin is very white." Mars Interstellar denied my question.

"Oh, then you're a white-faced scholar." I quipped.

"Hehe, don't dare to be. However, when I was in the army, I was really a literary backbone, because I could write better and write some articles. ”

Hearing it, some of the happy memories that the army gave him were not completely absent.

But then, I regretted that my damn curiosity had him tell me an unusually dirty story that I really didn't want to hear.

"There's a very nasty guy in our class, very nasty! Very bad! One night, he came to my bed and asked for that, you know. ”

“……”

Fortunately, I was thousands of miles away from him, and I could only hear his voice, not see him—I was secretly glad I did.

But even in two different separate spaces, I was so ashamed that I quickly held my breath, for fear that he over there would hear that there was still a living mouth on my side......

"I'm a clean-minded person who doesn't like to sleep in the same bed with others. I didn't want to pay attention to him, but I couldn't afford to provoke him, and I didn't dare to offend him, because he was very tall. ”

At this time, Mars Interstellar doesn't seem to feel my presence on the other end of the headset...... It was as if he had completely entered a state of disintegration, to uncover the disgusting things he didn't want to talk about again.

"I turned him down. Just like that, that guy did it himself in front of me. It's ugly! Disgusting to death! Maybe I'll never forget it!

Later, he got the dirt on the side wall of my bunk and on my quilt. I've never seen anything like it before, and I was stunned by him.

After that incident, I was very afraid to meet him, and the psychological damage that guy caused me was very heavy, and then he kept suppressing me, making me disgusted and disgusted with that kind of thing. ”

“……”

On the other end of the headphones, I didn't dare to breathe and kept pretending to be dead, it felt like I was eavesdropping.

So later, Mars in another different space is almost really no different from talking to oneself.

There was a squirming and a rattle, as if the headphones were moving their butts to change their sitting position, and then there was the grunt of drinking water. Maybe it's the Mars Star over there, too, that feels uncomfortable.

And then Mars Interstellar seemed to suddenly remember that I was supposed to exist,

"Hey...... What are you doing? Why is there no sound at all...... Are you scared of me? ”

I hurriedly made a noise to signify my presence, and although I was speechless at this time, I still didn't want to see that he still felt lonely after pouring out his painful memories.

After composing himself, I said, "Hmm...... That one...... I'll leave for a moment and I'll be right back. ”

I actually wanted to buffer the awkward atmosphere that had been very embarrassing for me earlier, because the last thing he said made it really difficult for me to make any comments. So I wanted to leave for a while, so I could wait for a change of topic before confronting him — oh no, headphones.

Moreover, I was embarrassed to interrupt him in the middle of the story, and I didn't dare to make a sound to make him realize that I was still "alive...... So I had to hold back my urgency for a while to dispel the idea of going to the bathroom.

One of the three urges I endured for a long time, as soon as I got off the computer, I went straight to the bathroom, and then, I also went to drink water.

Later, I opened a packet of potato chips and prepared to listen to him tell his story while eating in front of the computer that I had nothing to do, also hoping to use it to relax and relieve the previous tension and drive away the unpleasant and disgusting things that I had just heard.

Now it's my stumbling back to my seat in front of the computer.

They heard a lot of movement from me and immediately asked, "What are you eating...... So crispy...... I'll eat some too. ”

"Potato chips, so raw...... I'll throw it to you. I also jokingly replied.

"Hmm...... Caught it. Mars Interstellar continued:

"Oh, listen to you eat, I'm hungry too, wait a minute, I'll go cook the rice first, soon."

Indeed, I only ate two or three chips before he returned.

"Come on."

Mars quickly picked up the previous topic, as if he was afraid of snubbing me.

"Well, what are you going to cook for dinner?"

My questioning was accompanied by the rattling of chewing potato chips, and at the same time, it was as if I was wandering around my own home.

"I don't have to cook, there are leftovers, and then heat it up when the rice is cooked, I usually cook once and eat it for a few days."

The answer I didn't expect, coming through the headphones and into my ears, startled my nerves.

"Ahh

At this time, I was about to send potato chips to my mouth, but I was frozen in my mouth that was stretched too wide after the word "ah" was uttered, and the potato chips that should have been sent into my mouth stopped between my raised fingers at this moment, looking at my lips and teeth from afar.

"I'll tell you more about me when I was a child."

Fortunately, Mars suddenly changed the topic again, as if to get down to business, so that my frozen expression was reversed.

"Okay."

My voice fell, and the potato chips at the end of the world were finally put into my mouth.