Elder brother's garrison

As she spoke, Yi Xian walked to the bedside, reached out and stroked Deepsea Tirpitz's face, gently rubbing her slightly chubby cheeks.

Seeing this, Royal Oak quickly reached out as if to stop Yi Xian, fearing that Deep Sea Tirpitz would become enraged by this behavior and fire a shot at Yi Xian.

However, in reality, Deep Sea Tirpitz by the bedside was not angry. When Yi Xian rubbed her cheeks, Deep Sea Tirpitz looked a little unhappy, but still cooperated with Yi Xian's actions.

"Yes, you see, that's it." Yi Xian withdrew her hands and walked back to the Royal Oak.

"...Won't she...won't she be angry?" Royal Oak asked, somewhat bewildered.

"Whether she's angry or not, Yi Xian herself doesn't know; it depends on her." Upon hearing this, Yi Xian turned to look at Deep Sea Tirpitz.

Deep Sea Tirpitz pouted and buried her head in the blankets again.

"You don't seem very happy," Yi Xian said with a smile to the Royal Oak.

Royal Oak looked at Yi Xian with a complicated expression: "...Aren't you afraid...of her?"

"I was afraid a long, long time ago," Yi Xian shrugged. "But now, I'm used to it."

Royal Oak expressed that it still finds the very old story of Yi Xian somewhat difficult to understand.

"Why...why does she live here?" Royal Oak finally asked the question that had been on her mind.

“He was brought back by the Admiral,” Yi Xian said.

"Huh?!" Royal Oak was taken aback. She looked at Yi Xian, and the image of Little White making a peace sign and saying "V" flashed through her mind. "Is it... her?"

"Yes, it was quite badly injured when we brought it back, and it took several days to recover."

"...It feels like taking in a stray dog ​​and raising it..."

Yi Xian looked at the Royal Oak with some surprise and nodded at her: "Yes, that really is the feeling."

Royal Oak must be crying.

This is the Dean of the Deep Sea, not some stray dog ​​or cat! How did you manage to bring it home?

Although I am just a ship girl from the lower sea area, shouldn't the admiral and the abyssal be two extreme camps? Bringing the abyssal dean back like this seems to be a big taboo... It's a matter of principle, right? No, no, before matters of principle, what should be considered is how the admiral can make the ruthless dean obedient?

The more Royal Oak thought about it, the more he felt he didn't have enough brain cells.

"Don't overthink these things, you'll get used to it." Yi Xian said to the Royal Oak while pointing to the mummy on the chair next to him. "Look, I haven't finished introducing it yet. This is the Deep Sea Bismarck."

As soon as Yi Xian finished speaking, the mummy on the chair raised its hand and waved it at the Royal Oak.

"Huh?? That was alive before???" Royal Oak stared at the mummy, its eyes practically popping out of its head.

"Yeah. Didn't you notice her before?"

"I thought this mummy was a body pillow..."

"Mummy...it does look quite like one." Yi Xian smiled at the Royal Oak. "These are the two of you here right now. You'll be able to meet the other directors in the naval base when you get back."

"...Anything else?"

"Yes." Yi Xian nodded.

The Royal Oak trembled as it looked at Yi Xian. The more relaxed Yi Xian's expression was, the more nervous the Royal Oak became.

Haven't these ship girls figured out what it's all about keeping an Abyssal Dean in the naval base?

As Royal Oak pondered this, she suddenly became curious about Yi Xian's strength. As a ship girl who could share a room with the Dean of the Deep Sea, her strength must be extraordinary.

Thinking of this, the Royal Oak finally focused its attention and looked at Yi Xian.

Then, she felt nothing at all.

Royal Oak was taken aback: "Um, excuse me... Yi Xian... what's your training level?"

"Leveling up?" Yi Xian thought for a moment, then nodded with some feeling. "Max level, I guess."

"Max, max level??"

"Yes."

"……excuse me."

Royal Oak seemed to finally understand why Yat-sen could share a room with the Deepsea Aquarium without any fear.

The Royal Oak looked at Yi Xian as if he were looking at the Sweeping Monk of Shaolin Temple.

Royal Oak turned her head to look at cv16 standing beside her. cv16 hadn't said a word since the beginning, just standing behind Royal Oak, quietly watching her and Yi Xian's conversation.

—Who knows, this ship girl might be a max level one too.

Royal Oak decided to give up on asking any further questions; she didn't want to be hurt anymore.

"Well, if there's nothing else, I'll be leaving now..." Royal Oak bowed to Yixian and cv16, preparing to leave this place of trouble.

"Goodbye." cv16 looked at the Royal Oak.

"Again……"

“Tomorrow afternoon,” cv16 said earnestly, taking Royal Oak’s hand.

"Huh? This afternoon?"

"Regarding the models," cv16 nodded to Royal Oak and said, "Nice to meet you."

"...So the modeling issue isn't over yet??" Royal Oak exclaimed in surprise.

cv16 nodded.

Royal Oak's expression began to falter.

Strictly speaking, this job is actually quite good. It doesn't require much effort and saves time. You can earn a lot of money just by walking around this room. And since there are girls all around, it doesn't matter if they see everything. I don't care.

However, Royal Oak is self-aware as a ship girl. She doesn't earn money this way. A ship girl's duty is to fight in the deep sea. Royal Oak doesn't want to live a life where she's stripped naked and stared at every day. She always feels that if she continues like that, she'll eventually become a shameless woman.

"Uh... well, actually, I've been quite busy these past few days... because I just arrived here and there are still many things to take care of..." Royal Oak definitely didn't want to be a model anymore.

However, as Royal Oak declined, he saw Tirpitz's head emerge from under the covers. She stared at him silently, her golden eyes filled with cold anticipation.

Royal Oak's legs almost gave way again.

—Oh my god, I've been targeted by the Dean of the Deep Sea.

Royal Oak didn't have the composure of Yixian and cv16. When she was being watched by Dean Deep Sea, she felt as if needles were constantly pricking her skin, and she was terrified.

"...I, I will try my best to make time..." Under Tirpitz's gaze, Royal Oak still agreed to cv16's request.

After saying those words, Royal Oak felt a wave of dejection wash over it, and its entire body slumped down like a deflated doll.

At the same time, Royal Oak gradually felt something within its body seem to be slowly drifting away from it.

After agreeing to cv16, Royal Oak safely left the room that had dealt a heavy blow to her view of life on the ship.

When the gate is opened, and the courtyard is stepped into, and the bright sunshine is seen again, the Royal Oak even feels a sense of liberation, as if it has seen the light of day once more.

She stared blankly at the sky, listening to the sounds of the destroyer playing in the yard, before her gaze gradually shifted to Xiaobai, who was sitting with the destroyer.

Little White looked harmless, sitting among the destroyers, quietly watching their performance with a serene smile.

Royal Oak closed the door behind her. She stood at Yixian's door, staring blankly at Xiaobai.

When Royal Oak left the garrison and came here with Little White, he had thought that his life on the ship might be changed because of this rebellious and bold act.

She guessed correctly, but not entirely.

The life of the Royal Oak has changed, but the direction of that change has caught her completely off guard.

Royal Oak murmured to herself, then sat down on the steps outside Yixian's door. She rested her chin on her hand, gazing at Little White in the destroyer, lost in thought.

What a remarkable admiral!

Royal Oak thought so.

Chapter 728 Missouri A went up.

"Admiral Shiro, Admiral Shiro!" Shiro, who was sitting in the middle of the destroyer, was poked by Javelin next to him with his little finger.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

“That older sister over there has been watching you,” Javelin said, pointing to Yixian’s doorway.

"Huh?" Xiaobai looked in the direction the javelin was pointing and saw Royal Oak sitting on the steps in front of Yixian's house, holding her face and staring at him, looking like she was lost in thought.

Xiao Bai remembered that Royal Oak had just been pulled into Yi Xian's room by cv16, and she was quite happy about it.

A few days ago, after cv16 followed me to Yixian's room and found Deepsea Tirpitz, Xiaobai often saw cv16 going to Yixian's room for no reason. Xiaobai guessed that cv16 might like Yixian, or maybe she likes Deepsea Tirpitz.

Yixian seemed to welcome cv16's behavior; whenever cv16 knocked on her door, Yixian would always greet her with a smile.

However, as time went on, Xiaobai became slightly worried that cv16's interpersonal relationships might just become stagnant.

Fortunately, just now, the seemingly introverted cv16 took the initiative to approach the Royal Oak who had just arrived at the naval base and even invited her to play in Yixian's room, which reassured Xiaobai a lot.

This is a good thing for both cv16, who may have few friends, and Royal Oak, who is new to the area.

Little White stretched out his hand and waved at the Royal Oak.

However, Royal Oak seemed lost in thought; although she was looking in Little White's direction, her mind seemed elsewhere.

Despite Xiaobai's greeting, Royal Oak maintained her expression, which was neither clearly sorrowful nor helpless.

"...Didn't you notice?" Little White put down his hand and looked at the Royal Oak with some curiosity.

"Should I go and call that older sister?" Javelin asked.

"No need," Xiaobai shook her head.

This little episode in daily life passed just like that.

After watching Xiaobai for a long time, the Royal Oak sitting at the entrance of Yixian finally sighed softly and came back to its senses. It patted the dust off its bottom, stood up from the steps, and then left Nia's yard, returning with bags of daily necessities here and there.

Due to the morning disturbance and the temporary stay of the two ship girls, Nia, Xiaobai, and Luolian did not go on the expedition today.

In the afternoon, Missouri and Bismarck returned to the yard with the vegetables and meat they had bought, and handed them to Nia, who had prepared them earlier. Bismarck then put on an apron and followed Nia into the kitchen. Soon, the sound of flames could be heard from the kitchen.

"Admiral!" After the mission was over, Missouri quickly found Xiaobai sitting with the destroyers. She waved as she walked towards Xiaobai.

"Good afternoon, Missouri," Little White greeted Missouri.

"Is there a spot for Missouri?" Missouri asked with a smile.

"Yes." Before Xiaobai could speak, the destroyers next to her made room for a small stool.

"Thank you." Missouri bent down and slowly sat down on the bench.

Missouri had worked as a proper model in human society for a while. She was tall and slender, and sitting on the small stool that the destroyer and Little White used to make her appear a little cramped, her long legs could only barely keep her body upright on the stool if she turned to the side.

“…How about I get you a bigger stool?” Xiaobai asked Missouri as she sat down.

"Admiral, don't say things like Missouri seems fat." Missouri reached out and tapped Xiaobai's lips, feigning a little annoyance. "Missouri thinks this level of stool is just right."

“Oh…” Xiaobai looked at Missouri’s two legs.

Oh well, as long as Missouri is happy.

"Does Missouri want to play together?" The destroyers asked Missouri as she sat down next to Little White.

"Okay, what do you want to play?" Missouri asked the destroyers with a smile.

"Catch the rope!" the destroyers exclaimed.

"Cat's rope, um, Missouri knows a little bit. Can Missouri come along?" Missouri said to the destroyers.

Although Missouri is a ship girl of a large ship class, she doesn't act like one. She's subtly composed yet lively, and her age seems to fluctuate. The destroyers are quite interested in this new companion.

The destroyers gathered together, and then Fubuki was pushed forward. She had a thin thread wrapped around her hand, and then Fubuki moved her little finger up and down on the thread. Soon, a beautiful pattern made of the thread formed between Fubuki's five fingers.

Cat's cradle is played like this: a thin thread is tied into loops, one person uses their fingers to create a pattern, and the other person takes it and creates a different pattern, alternating until one person can no longer create any more patterns. The greatest fun of this game is in creating new patterns, and Xiaobai used to play it with Luo Lian often.

However, after playing this game for a long time, there are only so many variations. After all, Xiaobai is not a professional cat's cradle player. When she and Luo Lian played this game, they only played the same few cat's cradle games over and over again, and they got tired of it after a while.

"The new rope turns into a square scarf, the square scarf is torn, it turns into a pendant, the pendant is messy, it turns into noodles, the noodles are few, they turn into chicken feet, the chicken feet always want to scratch, it turns into an old cow trough, the old cow comes to eat grass, and it says the rope is turned well!" Fubuki hummed a children's song as she approached Missouri, proudly extending her hand to Missouri's face. "The loser has to flick his forehead."

Missouri looked at the thin thread in Fubuki's hand, then her gaze moved up to Fubuki's cunning eyes. She smiled at her and said, "Little Fubuki, this is a trap, isn't it?"

"Huh? Missouri-neechan, you noticed?" Fubuki's eyes widened immediately.

The cat's cradle trap is similar to the standard starting position, but if you follow the starting position, the thin string will definitely become a tangled mess. Fubuki used this trick to trick a novice who didn't pay attention before.

“Missouri is really amazing.” Missouri said with a smile as she reached out and touched Fubuki’s hand, picking up the thin thread on it.

Then Missouri's fingers flew, instantly catching Fubuki's thin thread and revealing a particularly gorgeous pattern that even Shiro had never seen before: "Little Fubuki, it's your turn."

The destroyers stared in disbelief at the incredibly intricate patterns on Missouri's hands.