Today's tutelary fort remains peaceful.

It is pitch black and blinding to see, with only the occasional lightning flashing across the sky bringing a moment of light.

Coupled with heavy rain and strong winds, the combat capabilities of the aircraft carrier and the ship girls were greatly restricted. If possible, they did not want to have a conflict with them.

After all, behind him, there are more than a dozen recruited deep-sea ship girls. Even though their strength is far inferior to that of the deep-sea flagship, they will still bring considerable pressure.

In addition to replenishing the missing ship equipment, they didn't think they had much chance of winning if a real fight came.

"Okay, let me hear what you have to say." He said lightly.

He coughed lightly and said, "Do you want to live?"

His eyes fixed, and his tone was light and sarcastic: "What? Do you really think you can defeat us?"

Shaking his head, he said helplessly, "How could I mean that? It's just that you should know that even if humans and shipgirls don't attack, those separated monsters will not let us go. Now the balance between humans, the deep sea, and shipgirls has been broken. If we want to survive, we must make changes."

He said calmly, "So what you call change is bowing down to your former enemy?"

"Without groveling, I reached a partnership with a human admiral. He provided me with equipment, resources, and territory to help me establish the Deep Sea Garrison. We will stand shoulder to shoulder against future deep-sea monsters."

He sneered, "It sounds good, but in this cooperation, you seem to have gained a great advantage, while the other party..."

He paused, his eyes looking a little strange: "Is that admiral an idiot?"

"Besides," he continued, taking over the topic, "the resources at the disposal of ordinary admirals are barely enough to even supply their own tutelary forts. Where would they get the resources to build a so-called deep-sea tutelary fort for you? Could it be that you've been tricked? Or is it..."

With the help of the lightning in the sky, his eyes fell on the finger and he asked calmly, "Have you been blinded by the so-called love that humans and ship girls talk about?"

"I knew you'd be suspicious..." He sighed and explained, "That bastard is indeed a little special. We've dealt with humans for many years, but no admiral has ever possessed such a powerful fleet, with seemingly endless resources. Not only does he not cower in the defense line like other admirals, but he often goes out to sea to sweep deep-sea ship girls..."

He was startled and said subconsciously: "That bastard you mentioned, why does it seem a little familiar to me?"

He didn't say anything, but looking at his thoughtful expression, it was obvious that he had thought of something.

"Yes, it's the person you're thinking of." He spread his hands, not caring whether the two people opposite could see him or not: "If it's him, you should be able to trust him, right?"

"..."

After a moment of silence, He Du revealed a furious look: "If it's him, then he can't be trusted! Have you forgotten what that guy did to us? And those poor transport ships? You actually bowed to that guy. We misjudged you!"

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"Huh?" He looked at the girls opposite him who looked like conjoined twins in surprise. After a moment, he suddenly remembered that the bastard admiral didn't seem to be a good person?

Although they were in a hostile position and I had no self-awareness at that time, I still remember being sunk by that bastard's ship girls dozens of times.

If it were just that, it would be fine, but that bastard admiral often sends fleets to snipe their supply lines and do this and that to the supply ships responsible for transporting resources...

Also, I've seen destroyer girls and submarine girls wearing the Ring of Oath many times in that bastard's fleet...

Suddenly she fell silent. She felt that not only He, but probably all the deep-sea flagships would not be kind to that bastard admiral.

"That's true." He coughed lightly to hide his embarrassment and said, "But that guy is still very suitable as a partner. It's better to say that apart from the senior navy officials, there is no one more suitable than him."

"..." He looked at her strangely and whispered, "Hey, you seem to be saying good things for that bastard all the time? Are you really going to be his wedding ship?"

"Huh?!" He almost jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on. "What the hell are you talking about? How could anyone like a guy like that?"

A flash of lightning flashed by, and the instantaneous light made her see clearly her expression. She took a deep breath, lowered her eyes, and said nothing more.

"Stop the nonsense. I don't have time to waste on such meaningless topics." He curled his lips and said, "Anyway, I've said everything I need to say. Whether to fight or make peace is up to you. As for me, I certainly hope you can join my Deep Sea Guardian Fort. After all, only with sufficient strength can you have more say."

He fell silent and didn't say anything. The scene fell into silence for a while. He also knew that this kind of question needed to be carefully considered. If these two guys gave an answer immediately, he would probably still be suspicious.

After a while, he slowly asked, "If... I mean, if we join your Deep Sea Guardhouse, do we need to become that guy's wedding ship?"

"How is that possible!" the voice said, faintly exasperated. "I only wear this ring to gain their trust. It also allows me to use that identity to openly operate in human society. It also ensures that the Deep Sea Garrison will not be officially drafted by the Navy. If you had come here, there would be no need to do this!"

He nodded and said calmly, "Okay, we accept it."

Looking at her in surprise: ", you..."

He tightened his arms around the girl and whispered, "Just listen to me this time."

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One Hundred and Eighty-Nine, Get on Board

"It's boring... so boring..." In the living room of Omi's house, a girl wearing a bathrobe casually, exposing a large area of ​​snow-white skin, rolled back and forth on the tatami, muttering to herself.

Xue Cheng looked up, holding a book he had found in the room of Battleship No. 13. He looked at the girl trying to get his attention and said helplessly, "It can't be helped. Due to the weather, the garrison is out of water and electricity, and you don't have a power bank here. If you're really bored, how about you read a book?"

"I don't want to read a book. It has too many words and it's troublesome. If it's a notebook..." Omi said subconsciously, and suddenly paused. He looked at Xue Cheng guiltily, and saw that the admiral was squinting his eyes and looking at him expressionlessly, so he coughed lightly.

"Anyway, I don't want to read something that only has text and no pictures!"

"Isn't Ariaki's bookcase lighter?"

"Light? There's only one illustration every few pages. What's the essential difference?" Omi shook his head quickly and said carelessly.

"Then I can't do anything about it." Xue Cheng shrugged, retracted his gaze, and turned his attention back to what was spread out in front of him.

This book, titled "Invincible Ship Girl Doesn't Need Teammates," tells the story of a destroyer girl who, through a Frankenstein transformation, possesses artillery, torpedoes, air control, bombing, anti-submarine and other combat methods. With her powerful strength, she forms an army by herself, crushes the deep-sea ship girls, and successfully obtains the Ring of Oath from the hands of the young admiral. The two eventually live happily together.

When Xue Cheng saw the familiar format of the book title, he suspected that it was written by Taiho, but Omi said that the book was written by another author who was good at writing about KanColle.

Although the title of the book is not very good, the author has solid writing skills and the description of the battle scenes is very accurate. Xue Cheng originally just wanted to use it to kill time, but after reading it to the end he couldn't help but immerse himself in it.

"Tsk." Omi smacked his lips in dissatisfaction. The admiral was indeed a hopeless piece of rotten wood, leaving his wife alone and sitting aside to watch.

Omi lay on the tatami, moving slowly towards Xue Cheng like a crawling worm. She estimated the distance and suddenly stopped. She turned over and rested her head on Xue Cheng's thigh. Then she crossed her legs, picked up a strand of hair and scratched Xue Cheng's chin.

Xue Cheng felt the weight on his thigh and the itchy feeling on his chin. He had to retract his gaze from the lightness and looked at the girl who was resting her head on his legs and harassing him with her hair. He said helplessly: "What do you want?"

"Come on, make me happy, keep me company." Omi shook the hair in his hand, and the loose sleeve of his bathrobe fell, revealing a section of his arm. His pale skin was particularly glaring in the candlelight. "Otherwise, I will pester the admiral and make you unable to do anything."

Xue Cheng spread his hands and said, "Without electricity, I can't do anything."

Omi smiled cunningly: "Then I will make sure you can't even look at it."

"..." Xue Cheng was silent for a moment, put a bookmark in it, then closed the book and said helplessly: "Okay, what do you want to do? Play cards? Play chess? Or play rock-paper-scissors?"

"What can two of us do playing cards? Let's not do it." Omi shook his head. "As for chess, I only know shogi. Does the admiral know it?"

Seeing Xue Cheng also shaking his head, Jin Jiang sighed: "The only thing left is rock-paper-scissors, but such a childish game... doesn't seem suitable for people of our age, right?"

I think, Omi, you're very suitable for playing rock-paper-scissors, Xue Cheng muttered to himself.

"This doesn't work, and that doesn't work either, so what do you want?" Xue Cheng smiled bitterly.

"Well..." Omi tilted his head and thought for a moment, then spread his hands: "I don't know either. Anyway, I'm bored now. Admiral, just find a way to cheer me up."

"Are you happy?" Xue Cheng narrowed his eyes, casually lifted a strand of hair that smelled of shampoo, and twisted it around his fingers.

On a thunderstorm night, with the power out in the room, a man and a woman were alone in the room. The only entertainment they could think of was...

Ahem, what's going on? I seem to be easily distracted lately. Surely it's the cruiser's fault for breaking the seal and unleashing the devil?

By the way, I haven’t seen her since that day, and my messages to her have fallen on deaf ears. Where did she go?

As Xue Cheng thought about it, his thoughts gradually became distracted.

"Snap!" A pain came from his forehead. Xue Cheng covered his head and looked down. Omi was slowly retracting his arm.

"Why are you hitting me?" Xue Cheng glared.

"Because the Admiral's eyes are so lewd." Omi narrowed his eyes with disgust. "And his nostrils have become bigger. He must be thinking about something very bad, right?"

Xue Cheng blurted out: "I was just thinking about Omi. Is Omi a bad thing?"

Omi raised his eyebrows and was about to say something when his face suddenly turned red. He turned his face away and muttered softly, "Who knows what the admiral is thinking..."

Xue Cheng narrowed his eyes, glanced at Omi, and chuckled.

Although he didn't say anything from beginning to end, Omi looked uncomfortable.

She cleared her throat, ignored Xue Cheng's strange gaze, sat up, and looked at him eagerly: "Admiral, do you want to come to my room and take a look?"

"Okay."

……

When he pushed open the door to Omi's room, a faint fragrance of unknown flowers rushed towards him. Xue Cheng protected the candle with his hands and walked in carefully. He took the small square table against the wall and placed the candle there.

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Omi's room is very simple, just like her carefree personality. Apart from a cabinet for clothes, there is only a small square table that she just brought in, and a closet that often appears in many Japanese comics.

As for the dressing table, cosmetics, mirror and so on, they are completely invisible.

Oh, no, there is also a piece of calligraphy hanging on the wall, with the word "sword" written in a flamboyant style on rice paper.

Looking at this extremely simple room, Xue Cheng felt a little sad: "Doesn't Omi need more furniture?"

"Huh? Why?" Omi turned around and closed the door, saying in surprise, "Is there something missing in my room?"

"At least there should be a bed, right?" Xue Cheng looked around. Even if he didn't need makeup, cute wallpaper, or beautiful curtains, he still had to have a place to sleep.

Omi scratched his hair and said a little embarrassedly, "But I'm a very restless sleeper. I often roll around and even fell out of bed in the middle of the night."

"Haha..." Xue Cheng couldn't help laughing. In fact, he had a similar experience when he was a child.

Children are full of energy and don't sleep well. They like to kick off the quilt, roll around, and even wake up to find themselves sleeping at the end of the bed. It's not uncommon, but...

He actually fell off the bed while sleeping. Omi's sleeping posture has become so bad that it is outrageous.

She's a girl, so even if she's a bit carefree, she's still more quiet than when she was little, right? How come she's even more quiet when she sleeps in the opposite direction?

"Admiral, don't laugh!" Omi glared, a trace of embarrassment appearing on his face.

After all, she is a girl. No matter how casual she is in her daily life, she still cares about her image.

"Okay, okay, I won't laugh." Xue Cheng had a stern face, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't hide the smile at the corner of his mouth.

Seeing Omi's almost crazy look, Xue Cheng coughed lightly and quickly changed the subject: "So Omi usually sleeps on the floor?"

"Here." Omi opened the sliding door of the closet. Behind the door were neatly folded bedding. Although the air was a little turbid due to the lack of ventilation, he could still smell the mixed fragrance of shampoo and shower gel.

"Don't you feel uncomfortable?" Xue Cheng frowned as he looked at the dark and narrow space.

"No." Omi shook his head, casually shook out the rolled-up blanket, spread it on the tatami, and then put the pillow and quilt on top. Then he patted the made bed and said, "Admiral, if you don't believe me, come in and try it. Sleeping in the closet is very comfortable."