Elder brother's garrison

As Xiaobai was thinking, his gaze unconsciously drifted back to Missouri, which is next to Wisconsin.

Missouri, at the far end of the line, quickly sensed Xiaobai's gaze. Just as Xiaobai looked at Missouri again, she met Missouri's smiling eyes, which were coming from a ship girl across the street.

Missouri, at the end of the line, gave Little White a playful smile.

Those eyes seemed to be filled with tiny words.

It's like asking, "Is the admiral peeping?"

The young man blushed and quickly looked away, somewhat embarrassed.

As the ship girl formation swayed left and right, the gap between Shiro and Missouri was quickly filled with the ship girls' bodies.

"Hmm?" Wisconsin, who was chatting with Washington, paused, looking around with a puzzled expression as if she had sensed something, before finally fixing her gaze on Missouri's face.

Missouri lowered her eyes, a happy smile on her face.

"..." Wisconsin.

I've wanted to say this before: Wisconsin always feels quite uncomfortable when she sees her sister Missouri with such a soft, feminine expression.

Missouri is the undisputed queen of our noble Iowa-class battleships, a powerhouse who has decided world-class victories and thus earned the title of an era-class ship girl that is unprecedented and will never be surpassed.

In a typical novel, Missouri would be portrayed as either a powerful and revered ruler, or at least a superstar under the spotlight with a large following of female fans.

We have all the prestige of Iowa in your hands right now!

"Missouri, mind your image, your image," Wisconsin quickly whispered a reminder.

"Hmm?" Missouri turned her head and smiled at Wisconsin. "What's up?"

“Missouri, you’re smiling like a heroine from a romance comic,” Wisconsin said.

"...Wisconsin, so that's the kind of comics you like."

"Huh?" Wisconsin was taken aback, completely unprepared for Missouri's unusual answer. Her face flushed red, and she frantically raised her hand, waving it rapidly at Missouri while stammering, "What what what comics! I don't read comics, okay? I I I I'm going to become the world's number one ship girl! Romance comics are such a waste of life! I've never read any!"

Wisconsin offered a hasty explanation.

However, Wisconsin's explanation, in the eyes of others, seems to be making things worse.

"Ah...I see." Missouri smiled at Wisconsin, but didn't press the issue further, only nodding meaningfully.

Although Missouri didn't press further, leaving Wisconsin an out, Washington, standing next to Wisconsin, immediately launched an attack.

“Comics? Oh, those? What’s so special about them? I’ve read them too, they’re quite interesting, aren’t they? What’s there to be embarrassed about?” Washington grinned, showing off his pearly white teeth, and put his arm around Wisconsin’s neck, laughing heartily. “It’s not a hobby to be ashamed of, is it?”

“…You’re right…” Wisconsin, who was feeling awkward, was slightly relieved after Washington tugged at her arm a few times. “Um… speaking of which, Washington, the comic book you mentioned you read was…”

“Young and Dangerous,” Washington said happily, humming a tune, “I’m a legend!”

"..."

(III) Phosphorus Division VII彡IV group is really...

What a man!

Wisconsin, seeing Washington's delighted expression—completely oblivious to the difference between romance manga and hardcore gangster manga—suddenly felt a pang of guilt for exposing Washington's naiveté and could only awkwardly echo, "We're the same, the same."

Wisconsin glanced furtively at Missouri's profile, still feeling a lingering fear.

—A romance comic.

Although it's unclear how Missouri figured it out, Wisconsin has indeed read a few interesting shoujo manga from her fellow shipgirl companions in the newbie naval base over the past couple of days.

Surprisingly, I quite like it.

Ultimately, no matter how talented the ship girl in Wisconsin is, she's just a girl who hasn't been out of the construction facility for very long. Life experience can't be given by the construction facility alone.

Of course, because he still harbored the ambition to climb the ranks to become the world's number one, Wisconsin kept this a secret and didn't tell anyone.

"Wisconsin." As Wisconsin muttered to himself, Missouri called out Wisconsin's name once again.

"Huh? W-what's wrong?"

"...Good luck to Wisconsin too." This time, Missouri only said one sentence to Wisconsin in a daze.

"Go for it? What do you mean, 'go for it'?"

Missouri remained silent, only smiling quietly with an expression of someone who had been through it all, a kind of loving maternal smile, as she looked at Wisconsin.

Wisconsin was completely baffled.

Missouri is a beautiful woman.

At the same time, Missouri is also a beautiful woman who is very skilled at using body language. Sometimes, she doesn't even need to speak; she can convey her meaning to the other person through the gestures of her eyebrows and eyes, giving the other person the feeling that although they don't know what she is saying, they seem to understand what she means.

Wisconsin swallowed hard as he looked at Missouri's expression.

Missouri told me to keep going... but I guess... it doesn't mean she wants me to become the world's number one ship girl, right?

...Uh, could it be...she meant...love, a deep, passionate romance??

And, and and and and who? ??

Wisconsin's face flushed red. She looked around in a panic, her gaze repeatedly and involuntarily drifting towards the little white boy at the front of the line.

No matter how Wisconsin tried to control it, his eyes seemed to be hooked by something, and he couldn't be pulled away from Xiaobai at the front of the line no matter what.

"I...I...of course I'll work harder! You know what I'll do! I'll become the world's number one ship girl!" Wisconsin was steaming with heat, and beads of sweat were pouring down her forehead.

"Hmm." Missouri nodded simply to Wisconsin, as if she hadn't noticed Wisconsin's greatly shaken state, and then said nothing more.

Wisconsin was left alone, like a boiling kettle, getting hotter and hotter.

"Wisconsin, why is your face red?" Washington, who had her arms around Wisconsin's neck, felt that Wisconsin's body temperature had risen a little, and asked with a "hmm?"

“Refreshed!”

"Oh? So that's what you're going to do, I get it, I get it! Sigh, why is your face so yellow again!"

"Wax for cold protection!"

"The king of heaven overshadows the tigers of earth!"

"The admiral is 1.5 meters tall!"

Amidst a burst of laughter, Washington released Wisconsin's neck, laughing and saying that Wisconsin was indeed interesting and energetic. He then patted Wisconsin's shoulder heartily, calling him "my brother, Washington," and so on.

In the bustling crowd, Wisconsin, who was being patted on the shoulder by the enthusiastic Washington, kept her face red, head down, staring at the ground.

Wisconsin's eyes, slightly dazed, stared straight at the ground.

It was shrouded in mist.

Wisconsin felt that all the sounds around her, including Washington's booming laughter, were shrouded in a fog and she could no longer hear them clearly.

It was as if they were getting further and further away from me, and soon my surroundings became quiet.

Only the sound of my heartbeat and my somewhat suppressed breathing rippled from inside my body to the outside.

thumping.

thumping.

thumping.

thumping.

call----

hiss----

Wisconsin reached out and squeezed her chest hard, biting her lower lip and unconsciously clenching the fabric in her hand.

Ever since Missouri spoke to him, Wisconsin has felt that something is wrong with him.

It felt like my heart was about to jump out of my chest.

It's all Missouri's fault.

All……

It's her fault...

Chapter 1065 Bismarck Doesn't Want to Study

As more and more ship girls squeezed into the streets from outside the city gates, Xiaobai's view was completely blocked by the colorful ship girls. Naturally, Xiaobai did not see the situation of Wisconsin at the back of the group, nor did she see the drastic change in Wisconsin's state of mind that had just occurred in that short time.

At the forefront of the ship girl formation, Hood and Bismarck arrived in front of Shiro, one step ahead of Saratoga.

"Hood, Bismarck, good evening," Little White greeted Hood and Bismarck.

"Commander, how have things been in Chapter Six these past two days?" Hood asked White with concern. "Have you had any conflicts with other admirals?"

"Conflict? Uh... no."

"Then I'm relieved." Hood breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing Xiaobai's reply.

"Um...why did Hood ask that?"

“Your brother used to ride on the coattails of the surrounding admirals and show off his ships, so… well…” Hood’s lips twitched, revealing a smile that was hard to tell whether it was pride or shame. “So before we came here, we were a little worried that your enemies might have found you.”

"……"noob.

It sounds like that too.

My brother seems to be a SEAL admiral obsessed with face-jumping. While that kind of lifestyle might not lead to any major feuds, I bet he's accumulated quite a bit of resentment among the admirals around him.

Fortunately, Xiaobai never posts pictures of his boat.

During the brief conversation with Hood, the number of ship girls on the street increased significantly. They chatted amongst themselves, and even though everyone tried to keep their voices down, the sheer number of them created a chaotic, bustling market atmosphere.

At least it's at the city gate, and there aren't any hotels or anything like that around, so it won't bother many people.

Xiaobai didn't stay at the city gate any longer. After chatting briefly with Hood and Bismarck, she led the ship girls towards the courtyard.

As they walked, Xiaobai quietly told Bismarck and Hood behind him a brief account of what had happened in Chapter Six over the past two days.

After listening to the information Xiaobai provided, Hood and Bismarck both nodded in agreement.

"...I didn't expect the event to start half a day early." Hood pinched the bridge of his nose and apologized to Xiaobai with some self-reproach. "I feel really guilty for not being able to get to the Commander's side in time when the Deep Sea Dean's metal was at its most expensive."

"It's okay, anyway, I'm not in a hurry to exchange the Deep Sea Dean's metal for medals at the Admiral's Guild." Xiaobai waved his hand at Hude, "Hude, you don't need to care so much."

"Bismarck, what do you think?" Hood asked Bismarck beside him.

"Hmm?" Bismarck's gaze met Hood's for a moment.

Hood and Bismarck stared at each other for a while.

"...Don't you have any opinions?" Hood asked, puzzled.

“Yes.” Bismarck nodded.

"No... if you have no opinion, then why did you nod just now?"

Bismarck thought for a moment, then replied quite naturally, "Since you ordered, I ordered too."

"Am I just imagining things? Lately, it seems like you're increasingly inclined to give up thinking."

"Have it?"

"Wow—Bismarck's standing in Bismarck's heart is being increasingly swallowed up by my image as Hood." Hood gave Bismarck a victorious smile.

Bismarck seemed somewhat moved after hearing Hood's words.

Bismarck placed his hands on his chest, closed his eyes, and thought seriously for a while under the gaze of White and Hood.

About ten seconds passed.

"Okay, good." Bismarck suddenly realized something, opened her eyes, and gave Hood a thumbs-up.

"Huh?" Hood was taken aback. "What's so good about it?"

“Every time Xiaobai sees you, he is reminded of the historical sinking of the Hood by Bismarck, so there is no problem with our images coming together,” Bismarck said. “So, okay.”

"..." Hood was speechless.

Hu De gritted his teeth while trying his best to control his expression, and finally stopped after stomping his feet several times in frustration.

"Keep your footsteps down. It's nighttime, and some people in the city are resting."

"Single-celled ship crew!"

“As an elder, I must set a good example in front of Xiaobai,” Bismarck said earnestly to Hood, extending her index finger.

His expression was as serious as if he were saying, "Don't set an uncivilized example for children."