Elder brother's garrison

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"Bye-bye." Sukhbaatar waved as he watched Little White and Missouri disappear through the gates of the naval base, then secretly sighed.

“…What’s gotten into this girl today…” Sukhbaatar muttered, touching his damp chest.

Sukhbaatar squinted, thought for a while, and finally shook her head in vain. She spread her arms and then lay down on the ground with a thud.

"It feels... kind of familiar."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Xiaobai and Missouri entered the naval base. Many of the ship girls who remained at the base had just finished breakfast and were stretching as they went out for a stroll. Many of the ship girls who had gone out with Xiaobai had also put away their luggage and were already coming out in twos and threes.

Lexington had mentioned on the bus that there was basically no work to do today, so Xiaobai didn't need to do anything; Lexington could just tidy up the admiral's office a little.

After greeting the ship girls they met on the way, Shiro and Missouri went to the cafeteria for breakfast and then went straight back to Bismarck's house.

Missouri did not go into Bismarck's house with Whitey, but went back to Hood's room.

Little White opened the door to the Bismarck family's house.

Then, an unexpected, refreshing fragrance wafted over.

During Tirpitz's absence, the house, which had always been filled with the smell of Raisin Happy Water and Raisin Happy Potato Chips, finally lost its fresh, normal smell after a month of purification.

Xiao Bai was somewhat moved as she walked into the house and went to the living room.

Then, Xiaobai saw Tirpitz and Saratoga sitting side by side, holding the game controllers and pressing buttons incessantly in front of the TV screen.

Beside them, seven or eight opened bags of potato chips and several empty cans of soda lay haphazardly on the floor.

Watching the once clean ground being destroyed by Tirpitz at an extremely fast pace, Xiaobai suddenly felt a strong desire to protect the environment.

She slowly walked into the living room and took several deep breaths.

We should cherish the air we have now, because in a few hours it will probably go back to what it was before.

"KO!" A burst of exciting electronic music came from the TV screen. Not long after, the screen turned red and Saratoga's character fell to the ground.

"Too bad." Tirpitz said mercilessly.

Saratoga gritted her teeth: "I've gotten stronger, I can take away half of your health now."

“Hmm…” Tirpitz pondered for a moment, but still generously admitted that Saratoga had become stronger. “It seems that the unit of combat power needs to be expanded. From now on, my combat power is not ten plus plus, but five plus plus.”

Saratoga turned his head and looked around at Little White.

Those familiar with Saratoga know that she is seeking revenge from Yamato Abyss.

"Yamato-neechan isn't here," Shiro said to Saratoga.

“It was just here a moment ago,” Saratoga pouted.

"Hey, who's looking for me?" Just then, Yamato's voice rang out from the kitchen.

Not long after, Yamato Shinkai came out of the kitchen carrying several bowls of fragrant vegetable porridge.

Deep Sea Yamato walked up to the group and placed the three or four bowls of vegetable porridge he was carrying on the floor: "Come on, come on, have a taste! This is a special breakfast for Deep Sea Garden!"

"Revenge!" Saratoga crawled up to Yamato Aqua, snatched the bowl of porridge Yamato handed him, and gulped it down without caring that the porridge was still very hot from the pot. After finishing it, Saratoga wiped his mouth and slapped the handle in his hand into Yamato Aqua's hand.

Yamato understood what was going on. After patting the aggrieved Saratoga on the shoulder a few times, he gave her a reassuring look and then squatted down next to Tirpitz. The two of them then began their battle in a flurry of activity.

The battle between Tirpitz and Deepsea Yamato, two top players, looked much more intense, with flashing swords and shadows.

However, Xiaobai didn't understand the game either. After watching for a while, she turned her head and looked at the sofa behind her.

Deep Sea Yamato's younger sister, Deep Sea Musashi, was kneeling on the sofa, her hands resting on the cushions, looking at Pachina who was sleeping on the sofa with a curious expression.

Pachina must have been staying up all night a lot lately, and her biological clock is completely messed up. It's already early morning, and she's still fast asleep.

Deep Sea Musashi brought his face close to Pachina's and took a careful sniff.

Pachina, still asleep, felt someone close to her face. She frowned slightly but didn't wake up. Instead, she lazily turned over, revealing a section of her jade-like shoulder.

Deep Sea Musashi stared at Pachina's exposed collarbone and shoulders, thought for a while, then leaned in and licked them with his red tongue.

Pachina's body trembled slightly in her sleep.

"You can't eat pachina, okay?" Shiro walked up to Deep Sea Musashi and said with a smile.

Deep Sea Musashi looked up at Shiro and nodded.

"This is Pachina. She didn't come to the human city with me, but she lives in this house. She's also the Dean of the Deep Sea," Xiaobai introduced to Deep Sea Musashi. "She's on the same level as you, Musashi-neechan."

Musashi glanced at the sleeping Pachina a few times with a puzzled look, her eyes scanning her thin body. She seemed to be wondering why the seemingly weak Abyssal Fleet was also a powerful Dean like herself and her sister. However, after thinking for a long time, Musashi's brain cells ran out, and in the end, out of trust in Shiro, she chose to believe her.

Deep Sea Musashi finally gave up on trying to taste pachina, and instead ran to the floor, picked up the bowls of tea porridge, and gulped them down.

Shiro smiled and sat down next to Saratoga, watching Deepsea Musashi finish bowl after bowl of tea porridge.

Xiaobai has already eaten breakfast and isn't hungry now. Pachina, that night owl, is definitely the type who doesn't eat breakfast. Saratoga has already eaten, Tirpitz has potato chips, and As for Deepsea Yamato... well, she can cook, right? So it's fine for Deepsea Musashi to drink all of this vegetable porridge.

—As for where Bismarck went, he's probably happily stealing aluminum on the high seas right now.

Just as Deep Sea Musashi finished his porridge, a loud and enthusiastic "OK" sound came from the TV screen. Then, Tirpitz's character screamed, leaped through the air, and finally fell to the ground.

"Phew." Yamato Akagi let out a breath; the character she was controlling was now down to a sliver of health.

"As expected of you." Tirpitz gave a thumbs up.

"Thank you." Yamato Fukami also gave a thumbs up.

A sense of mutual appreciation and understanding slowly emerged between Yamato and Tirpitz at this moment.

"Yamato-neechan is so amazing! She's beaten Tirpitz so many times, hasn't she?" Shiro asked.

"My strength is about the same as Tirpitz's. I won this time because I randomly got a character that counters her." Deep Sea Yamato chuckled at Shiro. "Luck is also a part of strength."

"Musashi, would you like to play?" Yamato Shinkai looked at Musashi Shinkai, who was licking her bowl, and handed her the controller.

Deep Sea Musashi paused for a moment, then looked at the bowl that had been licked clean, nodded, and took the handle.

Deepsea Musashi is a gaming novice, and it's not good to have someone like Tirpitz, who doesn't hold back, as her opponent. So Saratoga smugly took Tirpitz's controller and confidently pressed the start button.

—Then, a few minutes later, Deep Sea Musashi, with a bunch of random button mashing, completely crushed Saratoga.

"Waaaaah!" From Bismarck's room came the loud banging of Saratoga and his shameful crying.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

In Kyoto, at the Ship Equipment Research Center.

Wearing a white lab coat, Yubari crossed his legs, holding the blueprints in his hand, and quietly looked at them.

"Oh...oh...oh..." Yubari muttered to herself as she looked at the blueprints. Technical terms such as increasing the protective layer, changing the ship's carrying capacity, using certain metals, and finally splicing and modifying the ship kept coming out of her mouth.

"So these are your modification blueprints. Hmm... they're quite well done." After flipping through a few pages, Yubari closed the blueprints. She smiled at the person in front of her and nodded. "These are indeed modification methods that can maximize your combat power. Are you comfortable entrusting this modification task to me like this?"

"..." The ship girl in front of Yubari nodded.

"Ah, I'll definitely do my best." Yubari blinked, then looked at the ship girl in front of her with a touch of nostalgia. "Speaking of which, it's been so long since we last met. You've changed a lot."

"..."

"Where will you go after the renovation? Back to the naval base?"

(VII) Ershan is another nine-finned silk "..."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked that. Ship girls all have their own difficulties, you see, I haven't returned to the naval base either." Yubari smiled and waved her hand. "But our new admiral is very gentle, smart and quick-witted, and quite interesting. If possible, I still hope you can return to the naval base as soon as possible."

"..."

"Right, Kaga."

Chapter 575 South Dakota

The sun slowly rose from behind the mountains, drifting leisurely like a red flag before finally settling in the sky.

As the gentle sunlight slowly evaporated the dew of the previous night, Linning City, which had slept soundly all night, gradually stretched and yawned, like a yawning young girl displaying her alluring figure. Amidst the increasing number of pedestrians, it opened its eyes and became lively again.

Located in the very heart of the city, amidst the steel and concrete, stands a towering building of twenty or thirty stories high, its entire structure gleaming like a sparkling sea under the sunlight.

This is a landmark building in Linning City. Most of the reputable companies in Linning City are accustomed to having a piece of land in this building.

Under the cool autumn sunlight, the men and women approaching the building were dressed in suits, their expressions hurried yet confident. Their eyes, slightly dark-circled, gleamed with a sharp light, and they would glance at their watches every now and then.

Everyone's face was beaming with the smiles of winners in life.

Just then, an orange sedan screeched to a halt from the road in the distance, weaving past one vehicle after another in the congested lanes, just like in a TV drama, before making a final, stylish drift and screeching to a stop in the parking lot in front of the building.

Many office workers walking towards the building, hearing the screeching sound of brakes, couldn't help but have a somewhat negative impression of the orange sedan that drifted towards them.

Linning City is not a very large city, but it is not a very small city either. Although it cannot be compared with truly famous cities, it is still acceptable to call itself "modern".

In such a modern city, what kind of people park in the skyscraper that serves as a landmark and reflects a significant portion of the city's financial activity?

Those are all well-known small business owners; whose cars don't cost hundreds of thousands or even millions?

The parking lot staff were so careful not to get even a speck of dust on the car keys when they held them.

But what about this orange sedan?

Many car enthusiasts could tell the price of this car just by squinting at it a few times.

—It's a fairly mainstream brand, and the car model is also average, probably similar to a regular taxi, and the price won't exceed 100,000 yuan.

It's a fairly ordinary car.

Admittedly, those who consider themselves highly cultured and well-mannered would at least not discriminate against the car owner. However, it is somewhat inappropriate for such a low-priced car to drift so arrogantly into the building's parking lot.

After all, the building has 30 or 40 floors, and there are many small business owners with assets of over 10 million inside. The parking lot is only so big, and there are so many parking spaces that everyone has to share. Where would they find room for such a small car?

The car drifted into the parking lot in full view of everyone. It seemed that the driver's skills were not quite there yet, and it swerved left and right for quite a while before finally finding an empty space.

The car door opened, and a woman with slightly dark skin stepped out, wiping away sweat.

"Ha... I almost scraped the car, that was close!" The woman patted her chest, looking like she had almost caused a major disaster. "But drifting is so much fun..."

The woman murmured to herself as she looked at the car, then raised her head and gazed at the building.

"This must be our destination." The woman with slightly dark skin slammed the car door shut and made as if to walk into the building.

"Miss!" Just then, a man in uniform appeared out of nowhere and rushed to the woman's side.

"Hello, is there anything I can help you with?" the dark-skinned woman asked the man.

"Hello, miss, I'm the parking lot attendant for this area." The uniformed man gave a wry smile, then nodded politely to the car owner.

"Oh, sir, hello, hello!" The car owner greeted him with a hearty smile. "May I ask what brings you here?"

"This parking lot charges for parking more than fifteen minutes. How long do you plan to park?" the attendant asked.

"Uh... there's a charge?" The car owner was taken aback, and a slightly embarrassed expression immediately appeared on his face. "Um... how much is it per hour?"

The administrator nodded, then whispered a price to the car owner.

"Huh?! So expensive!" The car owner was stunned, his eyes widening instantly.

Seeing the car owner's exaggerated reaction, the administrator quickly figured out who the car owner was.

The administrator subtly glanced at the girl's clothes.

—It's a very ordinary outfit from a street vendor, probably costing less than a hundred or two hundred yuan in total.

—She doesn't seem to be the type to play dumb to fool others; she should just be an ordinary girl.

Thinking of this, the manager asked in a low voice, "Excuse me, miss, do you work in this building?"

"...Not yet," the car owner said.

"Hmm, I guess they're here to apply for a job." The administrator's expression turned slightly unfriendly as he thought this.

Hundreds of people come here for job interviews every day. It's said that people who have reached this level have some sense of propriety and are not going to drive up to the interview site and steal the parking spaces of those big bosses. This girl is too naive.

"This parking lot is only for employees working in this building. I'm sorry, miss, please find another place to park," the parking attendant said to the girl in front of him.

Upon hearing this, the girl quickly looked up at the people around her. Sure enough, those who had been watching her earlier were now looking at her. Some were gloating, some were looking at her with concern, and some, seeing the girl's gaze, quickly walked away.

"Then, then I..."

“If you drive east for fifteen minutes, there’s an underground parking lot that’s cheaper and bigger. If you don’t mind, you can come there.”

"If it takes fifteen minutes to drive, how long will it take to walk back?" The girl in front of her looked at the administrator with some embarrassment, as if she had been wronged.

The girl was quite pretty. Although her skin was a little dark, it added to her exotic charm with her delicate features. In terms of looks alone, she was better than most women he had ever seen.

"There's nothing we can do about this, miss. Please leave as soon as possible," the administrator said to the girl.

"...Okay." The girl sighed and gave the administrator a pitiful look. "Can I finish one thing before I leave?"