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

As a result, things started to go smoothly in Zhenhai. She had already contacted an import and export agency, signed a specific contract, and begun to make subsequent arrangements for transportation, customs clearance, and warehousing.

It seems that the public opinion surrounding Yingtian, the legal representative, is gradually improving, but in reality, it's because some of Zhenhai's plans are gradually taking effect, making the company appear more and more legitimate. Coupled with St. Louis's increasingly adept financial operations, everything is fine once the money is in place.

Once the first batch of yak ore arrives in the country in October, experiments with the two-way teleportation gate can begin, and the Second Naval Base Project will enter its second phase.

Inside the naval base, members of the secretariat work diligently to carry out vertical integration of the port area.

In this world, Zhenhai and St. Louis are in charge of the expansion of the Second Garrison, Reno is cooperating with the port research team to conduct spacetime experiments, and even Xianghe and Canglong are preparing three meals a day. With the perfect and elegant head maid Belfast serving him meticulously, Yingtian is living a wonderful life that he never dared to imagine before, where everything is done for him.

Does this mean that life in Yingtian is all easy?

No, Ying Tian even felt busier than before.

After leaving Wales, Ying Tian gradually became able to get up at a normal time, so in the morning he would go for a run with the company and Essex to exercise.

"That's strange. Logically speaking, with your body fat percentage, Commander, you should have very obvious abs."

On the mountain, Ying Tian lifted the hem of his short-sleeved shirt. His abdomen was flat, but he also had no abs. Essex touched it curiously, finding it rather strange.

"No means no. It's not like you guys have abs."

The businessman, sipping his water, said, "I don't have any, Essex does."

"real or fake?"

"There's no such thing as true or false; I really do have it."

As Essex spoke, she casually lifted her sweatshirt, and Ying Tian saw that there were indeed faint abdominal muscles and V-lines on her flat stomach. Moreover, they did not appear particularly tough, but rather complemented each other in a handsome way, giving her a kind of heroic and dashing beauty.

Ying Tian, ​​equally curious, touched it, finding it surprisingly firm yet soft to the touch: "It really does have abs."

"Of course."

Essex suddenly realized that she had been so bold as to let the commander touch her lower abdomen. Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she quickly pretended to be calm as she put her clothes down.

"Alright, let's keep running, half an hour left."

"run!"

After a run, the morning is usually halfway over. Under normal circumstances, Ying Tian only has time to quickly wipe himself down. Afterwards, he either follows up with St. Louis on the ever-changing domestic and even international financial situation, his heart racing and his blood surging with every rise and fall; or he experiences the baptism of Japanese kendo with Kaga and Ryuhou, especially when Ryuhou is deliberately sent away, Kaga transforms into a beast, launching fierce attacks on Ying Tian; or he prepares lunch with Shoukaku, you hold the ingredients, I chop the vegetables with a knife, you wield the spatula, I wear your apron, so Ying Tian's cooking skills haven't even improved...

The afternoon was also packed with activities. After enjoying a wonderful nap with Shinano, it was time for Wuwei and Kaliyong's swimming lesson. Yingtian's breaststroke technique became more and more proficient, and his action of grabbing the waist for help after choking on water became even more skillful.

What happens next is uncertain. It could be having tea with Akagi, wrestling with Ron, cleaning with Belfast, or eating desserts made by Taihou. Sometimes, Eien will also choose to pray with Louis IX and Joan of Arc, enjoying a moment of peace.

Even so, she still had to find time to go shopping and play with Saratoga or Hayabusa.

Ying Tian felt that every day was too fulfilling, but he didn't mind.

Firstly, Yingtian can keep up, and its pace is much gentler compared to the deadly twelve-hour shifts in electronics factories.

Secondly, he knew that school was about to start, and everyone's time here was becoming increasingly limited.

Chapter Sixty-Eight: Solid Evidence of a Scumbag

Binjiang University's new campus is not known for its beautiful environment, but the environment on most university campuses is generally quite good. Now, after the typhoon passed, we have finally welcomed a refreshing day.

As the sun set and the city lights began to twinkle, Ying Tian and Richelieu strolled along the lakeside on campus. Elegant black swans swam gracefully on the lake, their necks intertwined. The clear water reflected the last rays of the sun, refracting beautiful cones of light onto the shimmering surface. Yet, even this beautiful scenery paled in comparison to a fraction of Richelieu's presence.

The beautiful and elegant Iris Lady wore a brownish-red jumpsuit, the fitted dress outlining her perfect figure with a wasp waist and slender back. Her long legs were straight in white stockings, and her neck was snow-white and graceful. At this moment, she was strolling leisurely with her beloved man, with a serene and gentle smile on her face. She was the most beautiful flower among irises.

“Commander.” Richelieu took Ying Tian’s arm, and the two leaned closer together. “Thank you, thank you so much.”

Feeling the wonderful elasticity of the woman beside him, Ying Tian asked somewhat strangely, "Why are you suddenly saying thank you?"

“It wasn’t sudden, it’s just that I hadn’t found the opportunity before,” Richelieu explained softly. “Thank you for the Jean Bart matter.”

"There's no need to thank me."

“I know, I know everything.” The tall Richelieu leaned against Ying Tian’s chest like a little bird, and murmured, “Even the smaller forces only have one member in the secretariat, like Donghuang, Sardinia and Beilian, but Iris has two. I’ve read Jean Bart’s arguments, and many of them are just baseless accusations, but the commander put aside his past grievances and let her into the secretariat. Jean Bart won’t say anything, but I’m her sister, so I have to thank her.”

“You mean this?” Ying Tian explained, “It was originally because of Jean Bart herself. I think it’s quite reasonable for her to point out some of my mistakes in her argument. People can’t just hear praise. Her warning voice is also very important. Since Jean Bart signed up, it means she is willing to become the secretary ship. In that case, someone like her should definitely join the secretary group.”

Ying Tian genuinely felt that too much praise could make one arrogant, and that it was a good thing to have people like Barr who offered suggestions. In any case, he wasn't the type of person who would get angry or embarrassed.

“But I am also a member of the secretariat. If the commander really only thinks that way, he can just appoint Jean Bart. Now Iris has two members of the secretariat, and many people are discussing it. The commander is also risking being criticized.”

Hearing Richelieu's words, Ying Tian was both amused and a little guilty and heartbroken. He turned around, put his hand on Richelieu's shoulder, and looked into her beautiful purple eyes, saying, "My Cardinal, I appointed the members of the secretariat to help with the work. You are the ones who made the sacrifices. I only had to say a few words. If anyone should be thanking someone, it should be me thanking you. What's the point of you thanking me? Jean Bart was able to point out my problems directly. You are capable and you are my savior. It is only right that you were admitted to the secretariat. It is not that I took any risks, nor is it my charity. Compared to your contributions, I am not worthy of such charity."

Richelieu blinked and said matter-of-factly, "But you are our commander."

"He's your commander, but he's just a lucky one."

Ying Tian sometimes has a real headache. His motto is that you reap what you sow, but now he has received far more rewards than he imagined without putting in much effort. Although the title of commander seems to be just a military officer's title, it is the biggest psychological support for the ship girls.

So all Ying Tian can do now is to respond to this reliance to the best of his ability. After all, he has long known that there is no fairness in this world. Some people are just handsome and rich, while others are destined to toil. There is no hatred without reason, nor is there love without reason. He could be righteous and outspoken when he hadn't accepted it, but now that he has, there is no need to be pretentious anymore.

Ying Tian pointed to his lips and said, "You saved my life and gave me my first kiss. As a member of the secretariat, you will also help manage the port area. In comparison, I have done nothing."

Richelieu tilted his head: "So, the commander should be thanking me?"

"Of course, I should thank you."

Richelieu crossed her arms in front of her chest, and she suddenly felt a sense of relief. She had been worrying about this and that all along, and with the time to return to the naval base approaching, she felt she should do something. It was true that concern made her confused.

She glanced at the black swans swimming neck to neck in the middle of the lake and said, "Well, you can't blame me for misunderstanding. The commander hasn't thanked me yet."

Ying Tian sensed the relief in Richelieu's tone, and said easily, "Richard, thank you."

"Perfunctory."

“Richelio, thank you so much.”

“Still just going through the motions.” Richelieu winked playfully and said, “Action, I want to see action.”

Ying Tian thought about it and realized that even if he were to express his gratitude, there wasn't much he could do. Logically, he should repay the life-saving grace with his body, but that would obviously be the one who would benefit. Fortunately, he now knew that the ship girls didn't actually want much; they just needed him to treat them sincerely.

So Yingtian stepped forward, squatted down in front of Richelieu with his back to him, pointed to his back and said, "Come on up."

"This is?"

“You must be tired after walking for so long, let me carry you back.” Ying Tian added, “This is part of my thanks, not the whole thing.”

Richelieu paused for a moment, then smiled beautifully: "I didn't feel it before, but now I do feel a bit tired."

As she spoke, Richelieu wrapped her arms around Yingtian's neck, her graceful figure pressed tightly against the man's bent back. Yingtian reached back and touched Richelieu's soft, supple legs. The white stockings against her skin created a wonderful sensation on his palms. Richelieu was tall and well-proportioned, and not particularly heavy. With a little effort, Yingtian lifted her body onto his back.

Richelieu rested her head on the man's shoulder, her thin lips breathing hot air near his earlobe: "Many people are watching us."

Ying Tian casually said, "Actually, quite a few people were looking at us just now, but they were mainly looking at you. I'm just an ordinary person."

"Commander, do not underestimate yourselves."

"It's not that I'm belittling myself, but compared to others I'm barely okay. Standing next to you, Richelieu, I'm just average."

Richelieu chuckled softly and said, "Jean Barth is not someone who has taken a liking to ordinary people."

"Hard to say."

"That must be the case for Louis IX. Have you noticed that she changes her clothes every day?"

"I sweat a lot in the summer, so I change my clothes every day."

“Louis IX doesn’t usually care much about clothing. When she was at the naval base, she practically only had one set of clothes,” Richelieu whispered in Ying Tian’s ear. “Who do you think Louis IX is dressing up for?”

Ying Tian was speechless for a while. He was well aware of this, but he felt that he was already being a terrible person and still couldn't respond to each of the ship girls.

"Jean Barth and Louis IX again, I don't know anything about them," Ying Tian said, deliberately putting on a stern face. "All I know is that I'm with Richelieu now, and you dress up so beautifully every day, is it for me?"

Richelieu bit his lip and said softly, "Of course it's you. Who else could it be?"

"That's it, hold me tight, I'm going to run."

"Ah."

Richelieu hugged Ying Tian's neck tightly. She felt as if she had returned to the sea, being tossed about by the waves, and her heart was tossed about with them.

However, Ying Tian didn't run for long, not because he couldn't run due to carrying someone, but because he ran into an acquaintance, his roommate Liu Wenlong.

"Ying Tian, ​​I knew he was still at school."

"Liu Wenlong? Why are you at school so early? There are still about ten days until school starts."

"I failed one subject, so I came here early to retake it."

Liu Wenlong looked at his roommate, who seemed both familiar and unfamiliar, especially the blonde beauty on his back. It wasn't Ms. Shi, but she possessed beauty that rivaled hers: "Who is this?"

Ying Tian cleared his throat, feeling Richelieu's breath on his ear, and said, "Um, this is my girlfriend."

Liu Wenlong hesitated for a moment, then finally said, "Isn't your girlfriend the pretty senior student who was interviewed with you?"

Ying Tian's face stiffened. He'd been a scumbag for so long he'd forgotten about this...

Chapter Sixty-Nine: Then Be a Scoundrel to the End

"Yes, Miss Zhenhai is also his girlfriend."

As the commander's girlfriend, Richelieu naturally felt obligated to help him out of this predicament, so she said it as a matter of course.

Liu Wenlong's eyes widened. As someone who called himself the Casanova of Cuiping Mountain, he didn't immediately understand her meaning: "Also?"

“Yes, because I’m his girlfriend too.” Richelieu dismounted from Ying Tian’s back and nodded gracefully to Liu Wenlong. “You must be Ying Tian’s roommate. Hello, I’m Richelieu, Ying Tian’s girlfriend.”

"Richelio? A foreigner?" Liu Wenlong felt his mind was in a mess. He didn't want to expose his roommate, but he was just too curious. Ying Tian used to be such an honest person, how could he be two-timing someone now?

"Um, did you know that Ying Tian has a girlfriend?"

"know."

"You're also his girlfriend. He has two girlfriends."

Richelieu smiled brightly: "Is there something wrong?"

Ying Tian glanced at Liu Wenlong, who seemed to be somewhat mentally unstable, and quickly pulled him aside. He couldn't let his good roommate get into trouble.

"Liu Wenlong, listen to me. Here's what happened. Richelieu is French. As everyone knows, the French are a romantic people; they're both carefree and slow-paced..."

After explaining for a while, Liu Wenlong finally understood: "You mean that senior student isn't actually your girlfriend, and Miss Richelieu is your girlfriend?"

Ying Tian nodded vigorously: "That's right, that's exactly it." Strictly speaking, Zhenhai wasn't his girlfriend, although Ying Tian felt it might be soon. He didn't know if he was being too confident or just wishful thinking.

"Then why did she say you have two girlfriends?"

"Because the French are more romantic."

The answer was completely illogical, but Liu Wenlong was already bewildered and actually accepted Ying Tian's explanation: "You kid, how did you find such a beautiful foreign girlfriend?"

"As everyone knows, I am an orphan, so I often receive help from kind-hearted people in society..."

"Get lost," Liu Wenlong joked. "You deserve to die, you beast, you even got out of being single before me."

Ying Tian said in a deliberately profound tone, "Maybe it's because I'm quite handsome. I've become famous now, though it's not for a good reason."

“That’s true, foreigners’ aesthetics are probably completely different from ours.” Liu Wenlong stroked his chin with feigned profundity, then couldn’t help but punch Ying Tian. “Damn you, I’m so jealous! I wish I had a girlfriend as beautiful as that, a blonde beauty too!”

Before Ying Tian could reply, Richelieu, who had been standing not far away, ran over and stood in front of Ying Tian: "Why did you hit him? Are you alright?"

"It's nothing, I wasn't hitting anyone, it was just a joke between good friends," Ying Tian explained, pulling Richelieu aside.

Richelieu blinked in surprise: "Why would I hit you if I was joking?"

The upright and gentle Richelieu is surprisingly a little clumsy in some details of life, but this flaw does not detract from his overall charm and instead adds a touch of cuteness to the cardinal.

Ying Tian explained, "It wasn't hitting me. It's just physical contact between friends, expressing intimacy, like when we hold hands, hug, or when I carried you on my back just now. These are things that can only be done because of intimacy."

"So that's what male friendship is?"

Richelieu turned to Liu Wenlong and said elegantly and sincerely, "I'm sorry, I misunderstood you just now. I apologize for my abruptness. Please don't take it out on Yingtian."

"Oh, it's nothing, we're best buddies."

Despite being apologized to, Liu Wenlong couldn't feel happy at all. He should be happy for his buddy seeing him so affectionate with his beautiful girlfriend. Was he really such a narrow-minded person? Damn it, he was both afraid his brother would suffer and afraid his brother would drive a Land Rover. How sour.

"Alright, I won't bother you anymore. I'm going to the study room to study. Are you going back to the dorm tonight?"

Ying Tian paused for a moment, thinking that he hadn't stayed in the dormitory for a long time, and it would be good to go back.

Richelieu spoke first: "He's not going. We have a place to stay outside."

"Yeah, never mind, see you when school starts."

Ying Tian waved to Liu Wenlong and said, "See you when school starts. I'll treat you to a meal then."

"I don't expect you to treat me to anything fancy, just remember to bring your girlfriend."

"Why would a few of us buddies take her out for a meal?"

"If my sister-in-law isn't there, then I won't go."