Today's tutelary fort remains peaceful.

"You are not alone in this world!"

Xue Cheng lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking. After a long while, he slowly raised his head and smiled: "Thank you, I'm fine."

"No need to thank me, Admiral." Yixian held Xue Cheng's hand tightly and said softly, "I am the Admiral's wife. There is no need for such courtesy between husband and wife."

"Yes, no need." Xue Cheng took a deep breath and stood up. "Let's go to Chongqing. I'm still worried that she'll tamper with the food... At least let me see how she cooks."

"Admiral, please rest assured. Although Miss Chongqing is of British descent, her cooking skills are not that bad." A gentle voice came over. Xue Cheng turned his head and saw a girl wearing Hanfu and holding an oil-paper umbrella. She had a strong chest and pushed open the gate and walked in. She smiled at Xue Cheng.

22. C-series family

The 1913 battlecruiser was not an actual ship, but was one of the expansion plans proposed by the Ministry of the Navy during the Nationalist Government's naval shipbuilding plan. Due to various reasons, not only was construction not started, but even the design drawings did not exist.

After appearing as a ship girl in the game, the 1913 battlecruiser not only has good strength, but its powerful UFF skills give the usually weak C series a chance to appear. It is combined with Yixian, Danyang, Changchun, Anshan, and Jinan to form a fleet with considerable combat effectiveness.

Xue Cheng looked at the girl who walked into the yard. Although she was not wearing the dress in the portrait, nor holding the umbrella in her hand, her majestic chest, gentle and charming face, and the black mole on her chin still made him recognize her identity at a glance.

I have the impression that Battlecruiser 1913 had the idea of ​​changing back to traditional domestic clothing during the oath dialogue. Now this outfit is quite suitable for her. It is better to say that the gentle woman in front of him is born to wear this kind of clothing.

The girl came under the grape trellis, away from the scorching sun. She casually folded her oil-paper umbrella and set it aside. She asked curiously, "Speaking of which, ever since I learned cooking from Sister Yixian, I rarely cook in Chongqing. I only cook during festivals. What happened that made her make an exception?"

Yixian shook his head and chuckled: "Don't ask, you'll know at dinner."

"Sister Yixian is actually keeping us in suspense?" Battlecruiser 1913 showed a surprised expression. She had originally just asked casually, but now her curiosity was truly piqued. "Admiral, can you tell me?"

"I..." Xue Cheng had just said one word when a slender white finger pressed on his lips. Yixian smiled and shook her head at him: "Admiral, you are not allowed to say it."

Seeing Xue Cheng really shut up and blinked at him innocently, Battlecruiser 1913 couldn't help but curl his lips and said, "Forget it if you don't want to tell me. At worst, I can go ask Chongqing later."

Yixian's shoulders trembled, and she suppressed a smile and said, "Chongqing has locked the kitchen door. Now even I, the owner, can't get in. You should stop wasting your time."

After a few jokes, Yixian looked at the sky. Although the sun was still strong, it was already setting. She looked at the 1913 battlecruiser and asked, "Where is cruiser T? Why didn't she come with you?"

Battlecruiser 1913 carefully gathered her skirt and sat elegantly on a wicker chair. She said, "I heard the admiral is coming, so I'm getting dressed."

Yixian asked in surprise: "Now?"

Battlecruiser 1913 shrugged. "When I went to see her, she was taking a nap. She probably felt that she was not in a good condition to see the Admiral."

"Is that so?" Yixian understood, nodded, and said, "Let's find everyone back. The Admiral rarely stays for dinner today, so let's get together."

Battlecruiser 1913 knew that Yixian was not very good at using electronic equipment, so he responded and took out his mobile phone to contact the members of Department C.

Thus, Xue Cheng's first dinner in the other world was held in a happy and harmonious atmosphere.

For Xue Cheng, dinner has a special meaning.

When Xue Cheng was a child, his parents were busy making a living and often had to go to work before dawn. They were not free to come back and cook for him at noon. For a long time, he ate breakfast and lunch alone and could only eat with his parents at night.

This situation did not change with the passage of time, but instead became more and more serious, so that in Xue Cheng's heart, dinner with his parents was the happiest time of the day.

Following the call of the 1913 battlecruiser, the C-class family gathered together and set up a banquet in the courtyard. Xue Cheng sat in the main seat, looking at the close-knit ship girls, and felt the warmth between family members for the first time in a long time. Chongqing did not disappoint Xue Cheng. The dishes prepared with all their efforts were so delicious and beautiful that he almost swallowed his tongue when he tasted authentic British food for the first time.

While enjoying the delicious food, Xue Cheng calmly looked at the C-series ship girls he had never seen before.

Ning Hai, a little girl with long silver-gray hair, sat quietly in her seat, sipping her soup in small sips. Her younger sister Ping Hai sat beside her, looking full of energy. She was talking to her sister excitedly, but judging by Ning Hai's absent-minded expression, it was obvious that she didn't take it to heart.

Wearing a long skirt, T Cruiser looked like an elegant young lady. She smiled and saw Xue Cheng looking at her. She boldly cast a wink at him.

Although she was a child, Anshan, whose figure was no less than that of a battleship, and her sister Changchun were leaning their heads against each other and talking in a low voice intimately.

Wearing glasses, with wavy hair loose and slightly messy, T.995 has a dull expression, giving people a subtle sense of frailty, much like the nerdy class monitor Xue Cheng used to be in school.

Vulkeng, a cute girl with a Chinese knot as a hair accessory, sat between Yingrui and Zhaohe. Zhaohe seemed to have done something wrong again. Vulkeng was stopping Yingrui and persuading him quickly.

Jinan, a cute girl with long pink hair, has put down her bowl and chopsticks. She left her seat, ran behind Haiqi, rested her arms on the back of the chair, stretched her neck and excitedly talked about her experience today.

Danyang, looking timid, sat alone in the corner, carefully observing the expressions of the people around her. When her eyes met someone's, she quickly looked away like a frightened little white rabbit. However, Changchun soon noticed her abnormality, pulled a few little sisters to sit next to her, and started chattering with her.

"Admiral, has your stereotype changed a little?" Chongqing sat next to Xue Cheng, staring at him intently. She had been keeping an eye on Xue Cheng since Yixian announced the start of the meal.

"Yes, yes, yes..." Xue Cheng put down his chopsticks. Who said you had to use a knife and fork when eating Western food? In informal occasions, the choice of tableware was just a matter of habit. Even Chongqing didn't say anything about Xue Cheng's behavior. He took the tissue handed to him by Yixian and wiped his mouth. He touched his slightly swollen belly and sighed, "I never thought that a place always known as the land of dark cuisine could actually have such delicious food. And Chongqing's cooking skills are also amazing. I'm afraid when it comes to cooking, there are not many rivals in the garrison."

"My cooking skills still have a lot of room for improvement. How can it be as exaggerated as the admiral said?" Few people don't like praise from others. Although Chongqing knew that Xue Cheng's words contained some compliments, she couldn't help but feel happy.

"In fact, Sister Yixian's cooking skills are much better than mine. Ninghai and Pinghai's skills are also better than mine. I am not as good as the admiral said. I still have a long way to go." After being happy, Chongqing said modestly.

23. The salted fish wants to turn over

"It's already amazing." Xue Cheng's praise came from the heart. Although there was no comparison, tonight's dinner was indeed the most delicious he had ever tasted.

"As long as the admiral likes it." Chongqing chuckled foolishly, completely forgetting that he cooked personally to correct Xue Cheng's stereotype, not to make him happy or get some compliments.

"Admiral!" Anshan came over, hugged his arms with both hands, and put all his weight on Xue Cheng's arms. He looked up at him with his little face: "You said in the group that you would be stationed at the garrison permanently in the future. Is that true?"

Anshan's voice was not loud, he was just talking normally, but the girls in the yard stopped what they were doing at this moment and looked at the two of them. Although their faces remained calm, there was a hint of tension and hope between their brows that was difficult to conceal.

"Of course it's true." Xue Cheng sighed secretly. Putting aside his personal intentions, even if he was allowed to leave now, where could he go in this completely unfamiliar world?

Xue Cheng calmed down, placed his hand on Anshan's head, ruffled his long blue hair, and said, "I used to disappear so often and didn't fulfill my responsibilities as an admiral. This was my fault. I've reflected on it recently and decided to turn over a new leaf and become a qualified admiral."

"Really?" Anshan's expression was full of doubt. Not only her, but most of the others were the same. Even Yixian, who had always shown respect to Xue Cheng, showed a hint of disapproval in his eyes.

Although the admiral was acting out of character today and did not leave after arranging the expedition mission as usual, this did not mean that he could really correct himself. Past experiences and lessons reminded them that the man in front of them was a lazy bum with no ambition and that a momentary impulse could not awaken his passion.

Perhaps in just a few minutes, he would forget all his ambitions.

Xue Cheng rubbed his nose uncomfortably. He'd declared his determination to bounce back. Even if there weren't flowers and applause, there should have been a few words of encouragement, right? Why was everyone suddenly silent? Did I say something wrong?

Xue Cheng was completely unaware that his reputation had become negative in the eyes of the shipgirls. He still waited anxiously for their response. After a moment of silence, Battlecruiser 1913 suddenly smiled charmingly, "Admiral, if you want to prove yourself, why not start with something small?"

Xue Cheng asked curiously, "What do you mean?"

Battlecruiser 1913 pulled out a round fan from somewhere and used it, painted with a beautiful woman in imperial attire, to cover her mouth. Her watery eyes, a smile brimming with smiles, said, "Honestly, everyone's gotten used to the Admiral's absence. The garrison's affairs have long been managed by dedicated individuals. For example, the mess hall is fully managed by Miss Yixian, communications with the Governor's Office are handled by Miss Lexington, and procurement and warehouse management are handled by the Kitchen Goddess and Leipzig... The Admiral suddenly wants to take back these powers. Is he truly confident he can manage them in an orderly manner?"

Xue Cheng shook his head. Family members know their own business. When he was with Lexington in the morning, he had already fully realized that although he was not a fool, he was not a genius or a talent. He would not be able to handle these matters that he had never encountered before in a short period of time, and it would inevitably cause chaos.

"Then...wouldn't it be alright if I just stayed out of these tasks?" Xue Cheng tried to argue. "The tasks that would interfere with the normal operations of the garrison will remain as they are for now. I'll take care of the less significant tasks and gain some work experience."

"It's not like there aren't jobs like that." Yixian chuckled softly, a hint of cunning in her lively eyes. "It just so happens that our cafeteria is short of a handyman. Admiral, would you like to apply?"

"Uh, well..." Xue Cheng thought for a moment. As a single young man living alone, he could cook and could handle the work in the cafeteria. However, this seemed to have nothing to do with his goal of becoming a competent admiral?

Xue Cheng was still thinking, and Yixian couldn't help laughing out loud. She was just joking, but seeing that Xue Cheng seemed to be really thinking about it seriously, a trace of doubt arose in her heart: Is the admiral serious this time?

In fact, what Xue Cheng said was indeed the truth. After all, he was only a young man in his twenties, far from the age of retirement, and needed a life goal to pursue.

Before traveling through time, his goal was the same as that of most ordinary people, which was to work hard to make money, buy a car and a house, and let his parents live a good life. Although this goal has now failed, Xue Cheng still needs a life goal to prove the value of his existence.

After much thought, instead of abandoning the garrison and looking for the meaning of life in the outside world, it would be better to do my job well and become a qualified admiral. At least I won't waste the opportunity to travel through time and space in vain.

Cruiser T pursed his lips and said, "Admiral, the library I'm in charge of is in need of an administrator. I wonder if you're interested?"

"Same here," Battlecruiser 1913 added. "We've recently opened a new garden and are in need of a gardener. If you can't handle the mess hall, would you like to try?"

"Then... then I'll come too!" Changchun suddenly pulled out a thick cartoon wallet from his pocket and shook it towards Xue Cheng: "I want to hire the admiral to play with me, is that okay?"

"..." After seeing Changchun speak, the girls from the Fishery Administration threw jobs at him one after another. Xue Cheng finally came to his senses and smiled helplessly: "Are you kidding me?"

If he thought about it carefully, even if he wanted to regain control of the naval base, he didn't have to take back all the power as Battlecruiser 1913 had said. Just like the company he used to work for, each department was responsible for handling different matters, and he had never heard of the boss doing everything himself.

Yixian smiled faintly: "Although there are elements of a joke, what I said just now is not entirely nonsense. Everyone just hopes to be able to stay with the admiral."

Xue Cheng's heart was pounding. Yixian's words could almost be regarded as a direct confession. Faced with such a group of beautiful girls with good figures and good looks, especially many of them were nominally married to him, Xue Cheng, who had been single since birth, could be said to have no resistance.

Cruiser T looked at Yixian calmly. She hadn't expected that Yixian, who usually never fought for anything for himself, could actually be so straightforward. After hesitating for a moment, she looked at Xue Cheng and said, "At least I'm not kidding you, Admiral. The library does need to recruit an administrator. What do you think, Admiral?"

24. Blood Butterfly Attack

"Seriously, Admiral, you really should consider this." Battlecruiser 1913 waved the beauty fan in her hand. "Everyone in the garrison is doing their job, and it's completely capable of maintaining daily operations. Only important decisions require the Admiral's decision. If the Admiral doesn't want to be idle all day, he might as well find something to do."

Xue Cheng was a little tempted: "I will think about it carefully when I get back."

After dinner, Xue Cheng washed the dishes with everyone, and then he set out on his way home alone.

"Admiral, how about I see you off?" As Xue Cheng walked out of the yard, Yixian, worried about him, followed him out and said worriedly, "It's so late, I'm a little worried about you going back alone."

"It's okay." Xue Cheng turned around and waved to Yixian: "The people in the harbor are all my ship girls, what's there to worry about?"

Yixian thought to himself: "That's why I'm worried!"

However, although he thought about it, he obviously couldn't say such words out loud. After trying to persuade him again and again without success, Yixian could only watch Xue Cheng leave alone, secretly praying in his heart that his admiral would not encounter any trouble.

On the way back, Xue Cheng couldn't help but chuckle inwardly, "Really? Yixian is too cautious. Does he really treat me like a child? At least I'm safe in the garrison, right?"

Thinking this, Xue Cheng was attacked when he was passing a small road without street lights.

At the moment of the accident, Xue Cheng had no time to react. When he noticed a figure rushing towards him from behind, his sluggish body had no time to defend itself before he felt something tripping him and he fell to the ground involuntarily. When he came to his senses and wanted to fight back, one of his arms had been twisted behind his back, and at the same time, he felt a cold and hard touch on the back of his head.

"It's a gun!" This thought instinctively came to Xue Cheng's mind, and he immediately gave up the idea of ​​fighting back and knelt on the ground obediently. At this distance, if he moved even slightly, the other party would directly blow his head off. Xue Cheng had no choice but to admit defeat.

Who was he? An agent? A killer? What was his purpose in seeking me out? Xue Cheng's mind raced. Living in peacetime, having never experienced a life-or-death situation, he felt a chill run down his spine. Could it be that he had just traveled through time, and before he could even experience this completely different world, he was about to die?

"I ask, you answer." The attacker spoke, but it was a female voice with a slightly low and hoarse voice, but the tone was obviously a little unnatural, as if to avoid being recognized. At the same time, the other party's body exuded a slight fragrance of skin care products. This fragrance was obviously different from the smell of low-quality cosmetics that Xue Cheng smelled when he was squeezed on the bus. It was obviously not a cheap product.

As the saying goes, a good man never suffers a loss in front of him. Xue Cheng said helplessly, "Miss, please ask."

"Occupation?" the attacker asked calmly.

"Admiral."

"Name?"

"Xue Cheng."

"age?"

"23 is old."

"gender?"

"..." Xue Cheng was silent for a moment, then said, "I think it's probably a male."

The attacker was apparently speechless because of Xue Cheng's answer: "Why 'probably'?"

Xue Cheng seemed to have noticed something and was no longer nervous. He shrugged and said, "I was quite confident about this question, but after you asked me, I started to doubt myself."

The attacker laughed, and Xue Cheng felt his tightly twisted arm loosen, and the muzzle of the gun behind his head moved away. He quickly stood up, patted the dust off his knees, and looked back. In the mottled moonlight cast by the shade of the trees, he could vaguely see a flaxen-haired, slender, and well-proportioned girl standing there, putting a small women's pistol into the holster at her waist.

"How did the admiral guess it was mine?" asked the girl.

If I told you I still don't know who you are, would you be angry? Xue Cheng secretly complained in his heart, but a confident smile was on his face: "If you are really a killer or an agent, would you apply such a strong smelling skin care product on your body before going on a mission?"