I really don't have money for the ship girls.

St. Louis gently shook one finger: "It's not my money, it's the commander's money. Everything I have belongs to the commander."

"Once it's in my hands, it's mine."

"You're a commander too."

"I……"

Damn it, the general is speechless. No wonder he's St. Louis.

As Kaliyong thought this, she glanced at Ying Tian beside her and found that he didn't seem to react to her words. She felt somewhat relieved, but even more so, she felt a little regretful.

After leaving the Mercury Memorial room, Akagi walked around with a hint of curiosity.

"So the Commander and everyone else lived here?"

“Yes,” Ying Tian said, “but I actually rarely stay here; I mostly sleep at the school.”

"Actually, we slept together quite a few nights." Shoukaku leaned against Yingtian, a happy and tender expression on his face. "The house was small but cozy. We didn't have much money back then, so several of us had to sleep in the same room. If we came out after taking a shower, someone would see us. The Commander would blush if he saw us. If I touched him while we were sleeping together at night, he would curl up and give me a cute reminder..."

Zuikaku couldn't help but say, "Commander, you were so inexperienced back then?"

“Yes.” Shoukaku narrowed his watery eyes and glanced at the red fox. “Anyway, Akagi-senpai won’t be able to see it. I wonder if he’ll be disappointed.”

Akagi said calmly, "I have no regrets. As long as I can see the Commander, I will have no regrets."

This is a lie. A few days ago, Akagi wanted to kill someone, but now he has temporarily suppressed his murderous intent.

Ying Tian actually misses his youthful innocence back then. Now it's different. Not to mention reminding others to be careful, he himself can't wait to see the exposed spring scenery a little longer.

"It's on! It's on! The live stream is on!"

At Longfeng's reminder, everyone started watching Mercury Memorial (x) Yingtian (√), the mixed-race white-haired little loli.

Chapter 43 Human Art That Ship Girls Can't Understand

“Commander, have you considered that maybe someone you know is watching the live stream too?” St. Louis cleared his throat and said in a gruff voice, “I heard that kid Ying Tian started a live stream? I’m going to check it out, this is… 6.”

"Hehehehe—" Shoukaku covered his lips and laughed.

"Interesting." The Prince of Wales looked Ying Tian up and down, seemingly lost in thought.

Ying Tian knew this, of course. In fact, some friends had already sent him screenshots on his phone, asking if his account had been hacked or if he was really streaming. Ying Tian hadn't expected that such a casual post on a forum would spread so quickly. Damn it, don't these guys have any summer homework?

"It's not a big problem. Actually, people's online image is different from their real-life image, and I definitely won't admit it directly. As long as we can confuse the public, that's enough." Ying Tian cleared his throat and sent an emoji to his friend, neither admitting nor denying. "Everyone, please don't send gifts directly. Also, please don't use Chinese in your comments. English or Japanese are fine."

Ying Tian was initially worried that no one would watch the Mercury Memorial livestream, so he specially recruited many people from the naval base to act as shills and even called in St. Louis, who has the power to make money, to create some buzz. Now it seems that it was completely unnecessary.

In fact, Zhang Ze and many other internet enthusiasts had been waiting in the live stream room for a long time, hoping to find some fun during their boring summer vacation.

As a new era of abstract expression, they certainly won't start by criticizing; they'll first try to entice the streamer to make mistakes.

[I heard the streamer is an orphan. How would an orphan know they're mixed race?]

[I can speak Russian too, hurrah! Does the anchor speak Russian?]

[You little brat? You can speak Japanese? Baka yarou?]

In an instant, the comments in the live stream seemed to be dancing wildly, and even Ying Tian might not be able to fully understand them, let alone the ship girls.

Ying Tian stood up from the sofa and peered through the crack in the door to observe Mercury's state. He found that she seemed completely unconcerned, not just confident, but utterly composed.

Standing behind him, St. Louis said, "Commander, don't let Mercury Memorial's seemingly simple-minded appearance fool you. In a sense, she's no child; she's seen it all."

“Yeah, just like Mikasa-senpai,” Ryuhou chimed in, then muttered to himself, “Maybe even a little better than Mikasa-senpai. She couldn’t even use a smartphone, but she can do live streams on Mercury Memorial…”

Ying Tian nodded and said, "Then I'm relieved."

The ship girls are warriors who have survived countless storms and faced life and death. These petty, sarcastic remarks from the internet are nothing more than a drop in the ocean when it comes to commemorating Mercury.

In fact, strong fighting ability does not mean having a strong mind. If the people in the live broadcast room had started to criticize him directly, Mercury Memorial might have already lost his temper. It was precisely because of the sarcastic tone that Mercury Memorial did not understand at all and was still answering stupidly.

Orphans can also know about their parents.

"Of course I can speak Russian, and I can even sing. I'll sing 'The Red Army is the Strongest'."

"I'm not a Japanese officer, but I do know a little Japanese."

In front of the computer screen, Zhang Ze typed with a smile. He had already imagined that behind this somewhat rudimentary virtual avatar was Ying Tian's bewildered and helpless face. He originally wanted to struggle, but was criticized by more and more people in the live broadcast room until he was unable to take care of himself. In the end, his Dao heart shattered, and he ended the broadcast at lightning speed, leaving only this live broadcast room, which would never be opened again, as his internet grave.

Then his smile slowly began to fade.

Because he and many other people who enjoy entertainment discovered that this streamer seems to actually understand Russian and Japanese.

Holy crap, she actually seems to know it?

[Note the wording: it's him, not her.]

[It's her, it's her, it's her! So cute, I've betrayed my brothers!]

Calm down, there's a burly man, about 1.8 meters tall, under that skin.

Wouldn't that be even better?

Hehe, my Ying classmate, my Ying classmate, my 1.8-meter-tall little loli Ying classmate.

The atmosphere in the live stream gradually became more abstract, with Chinese, machine-translated Russian, machine-translated Japanese, and various emojis, to the point that even those still making sarcastic remarks couldn't tell whether the other people sending comments were allies or had switched sides.

Zhang Ze stared at the strange comments on the computer screen with a twitching mouth. He used to be a wealthy playboy who spent most of his time chasing girls. He couldn't understand the abstract nature of the internet. He came to watch Ying Tian make a fool of himself, not to see the live stream's popularity rise and a bunch of people sending him gifts. Seeing Ying Tian make money was more painful than cutting off his own flesh.

So Zhang Ze reluctantly posted a paid, eye-catching message: "Don't be fooled, everyone. This is not a virtual female streamer. The real streamer is a male pervert who uses a voice changer."

Then someone created a captain account for the streamer and also posted a paid, eye-catching message: "I've been the streamer's gay fan for ten years."

[Exactly, I've been a fan of this streamer for ten years.]

[I never expected it to be this funny before I clicked into the live stream, it's so damn interesting.]

[Host, host, how do you say Nantong in Russian? And in Japanese?]

Looking at these strange comments, Zhang Ze's hands trembled on the keyboard. He couldn't catch his breath and started coughing violently. Damn it, he was so angry at the gay netizens.

"Human art without war... is really hard to understand."

Longfeng stared at the strange comments on her phone, eager to understand them. She realized that the Commander didn't seem to have much trouble understanding them, and she wanted to learn more about him.

Kaliyong curled up on the sofa, looking at Ying Tian warily, and said, "Commander, you're not really gay, are you?"

That's right, the person who just sent the paid, eye-catching message was actually Ying Tian. The two enemies had a conversation across the distance in a way that neither of them expected. Zhang Ze was completely defeated by Ying Tian. Perhaps this is fate?

“Yes, yes, I am gay.” Ying Tian put his arm around the Prince of Wales next to him and leaned on her shoulder. “The name Prince of Wales does sound like a man’s name, and he’s British, from a country known for its gay men. You even noticed that.”

The Prince of Wales pursed his lips and said nothing.

"Actually, I've been wanting to ask this for a while now." Longfeng finally made up her mind and raised her hand somewhat obediently, asking, "What does 'gay' mean?"

Seeing the dragon and phoenix, Ying Tian suddenly felt that it might not be a good thing to let some innocent ship girls come into contact with these strange things.

"As the name suggests, it's about like-minded male friends... Let's not dwell on this. It seems Mercury Commemorative has done a great job; we don't even need to be shills to send gifts." Ying Tian changed the subject. "Let's go get some late-night snacks together after Mercury Commemorative comes out. What do you guys want to eat?"

I want to eat you.

Thinking this to himself, Akagi said, "I'm fine with anything."

"It doesn't matter what we eat," Kariyong said.

Akagi said calmly, "Since the Mercury memorial was done so well, how about we have a drink to celebrate?"

"That's fine. Mercury loves vodka, and we'll get some champagne or something."

"I agree."

Akagi stood up and said, "Then I'll go buy some wine."

"I'll go as well."

Not to be outdone, Shoukaku followed, sensing a conspiracy.

Chapter Forty-Four: Drunken Misconduct?

The two went to the large supermarket next door downstairs. Shoukaku watched Akagi's every move warily. Snacks, cooked food, and of course all kinds of alcohol, Akagi casually put the various supplies she needed to buy into the shopping cart without doing anything strange.

While pushing the shopping cart, Shoukaku said, "Don't even think about getting the Commander drunk with those high-alcohol drinks. We won't allow it. Besides, even if you did get the Commander drunk, with the married ship Prince of Wales and the head maid Belfast, it's still not your turn to snag a bargain, Akagi-senpai."

Akagi didn't speak. She thought to herself, what she wanted was for the Commander to be obsessed with her body and soul, to be unable to resist his own love and desire to caress every inch of her skin from head to toe, to caress and lick her from head to toe with fiery passion, and finally to intertwine their fingers together... Well, getting the Oath Ring was a victory. Getting him drunk wasn't the goal; it was just a means to make the Commander realize his feelings.

Seeing that Akagi remained silent, Shoukaku continued, "Don't even think about buying any aphrodisiacs or anything like that here. The government here has very strict controls on unusual drugs, and besides, we would never let you give the Commander any strange things. Accept reality, Akagi-senpai. Using tricks like this won't work. The Commander won't be attracted to you at all."

Akagi remained silent, thinking to herself, "Do I really need to buy this drug here again? I already brought Akashi's specially made stimulant, a natural herbal decoction, delicate, non-toxic, and without side effects. Even Amagi-nee knew about it and tacitly allowed me to carry it. But now Akagi understood why Amagi-nee said, 'You can carry it, you won't use it anyway.' I can't find an opportunity to use it, and I don't want to use it, because the Commander belongs to everyone. For now, he belongs to the Prince of Wales, but ultimately he belongs to me, Akagi!"

Anyway, don't get any funny ideas.

"And what about you?" Akagi suddenly asked. "The Sakura Empire sent you as their representative, but I haven't seen any progress from you."

"What's the progress?" Shoukaku paused for a moment, then changed the subject, saying, "I've been taking good care of the Commander; he's gained three pounds compared to before."

"Ha, the strength of the Fifth Carrier Division... It was a mistake to let you come here. I should have insisted on coming myself."

After Akagi finished speaking, he glanced at Shoukaku out of the corner of his eye and walked straight to the cashier.

Shoukaku stood there, clenching his fists tightly, his lips pressed together. "It's happening again. They look down on the Fifth Carrier Division. Fine, fine, Akagi-senpai, I'll show you the strength of the Fifth Carrier Division."

Having made up his mind, Shoukaku took a deep breath, only to find that Akagi was waiting for him ahead.

Don't you know the way?

Akagi said, "I'm waiting for you to pay."

"puff--"

"What's so funny?"

"I laugh, because I'm still somewhat useful."

Shoukaku took out his phone to pay, thinking to himself, "And you, Akagi-nee, don't seem to be of much use."

When the two returned, Mercury Memorial had already completed its three-hour live stream, which was quite successful. With the financial support of St. Louis, it even almost reached the top spot in the division's popularity rankings.

"So, how was it? Was it fun?"

"It's not fun," Mercury Memorial said, taking a big gulp of cola. "Talking for so long is exhausting."

Kaliyon chuckled and said, "So many people are saying in the chat not to turn off the live stream, and even begging you to continue tomorrow. Aren't you pleased with yourself?"

“What’s there to be proud of?” Mercury Memorial displayed remarkable composure at this moment. She glanced at Ying Tian and said, “When I think about how these comments are actually directed at the Commander, I get goosebumps all over.”

"Thank you for your hard work. Just broadcast it three or four times in two weeks and you'll have completed the task."

Ying Tian could only say this, and thinking about it, it's understandable. Live streaming is either about enjoying the thrill of being the center of attention or the fun of earning money from gifts. Mercury Memorial has neither a shortage of money nor a shortage of people to play with, so live streaming is really just about completing a task.

"And then what? There were no rewards at all?"

"As for a reward... I'll grant you one wish?"

Mercury Memorial looked at Ying Tian, ​​sizing him up from head to toe and then from toe to head, making Ying Tian feel uneasy all over. He covered his chest with his hands and said, "Why are you looking at me like that? I sell my art, not my body."

Even if you were to sell yourself, I wouldn't dare take you...

Mercury Memorial muttered to herself, noticing the overly friendly looks she was receiving. She certainly wouldn't dare let the Commander sell himself.

"I haven't decided yet, but Commander, you owe me a wish, as promised."

"Okay, I promise you." Ying Tian patted Mercury Memorial on the shoulder. "No one else can do as well as you."

"Really, really?"

"Yes, some people deliberately make themselves abstract, but you seem even more abstract because you're a bit simple-minded."

"Who are you calling a fool? I'll bite you!"

Akagi and Shoukaku bought food and drinks, so before going back, everyone sat around the sofa, drinking and chatting.

"Oh, right, I'll go and call Shinano over to join us." Zuikaku is a good kid, so even when things get lively, he thinks of others.

Kariyong said, "Isn't that unnecessary? Calling Shinano over is pointless; we might as well go back together."

"No, Shinano is right here."

"Huh? What's she doing here?" Ying Tian still had a deep impression of the ship girl who slept with him every day in Africa. She not only had amazing beauty and figure, but also a dreamlike temperament. Physically, she was "dreamlike". Basically, every time Ying Tian saw Shinano, she was either sleeping or on her way to sleep.

Shoukaku explained, "She sometimes wants to find a quiet place to sleep, so I recommended this place."

Ying Tian thought to himself, with such a commotion outside, Shinono wasn't even woken up. Did she really need a quiet place to fall asleep?

Soon, Zuikaku brought the sleepy Shinano to the living room. She was wearing a pure white lace nightgown, revealing a large expanse of beautiful skin and supple flesh. Her long, silver-gray hair was draped loosely over her shoulders. The charm of a beautiful woman in her spring slumber was truly captivating.

"Ah, Commander, there are still so many people."

"Come on, everyone, let's have a good time drinking. Shinano, you should join us too."