Elder brother's garrison

Tirpitz was covered with a thin blanket.

Tirpitz raised his hand to rub his sore eyes and helped himself up from the ground.

"Thump thump thump thump thump thump..."

Quick footsteps could be heard outside the living room.

Tirpitz looked around.

The floor, which I had made a complete mess of last night, has been cleaned up and is now spotless. Even the game discs that my sister often puts in the wrong boxes are now neatly back in their proper boxes, arranged right next to the TV.

—It's definitely good to have Eugen around.

—How about we try to persuade my sister to marry her someday?

—I'm fine with you even if you don't marry me.

With that thought in mind, Tirpitz crawled toward the living room door.

Tirpitz pushed open the living room door on the floor and stuck his head out.

At the end of the corridor, Eugen, wearing a white apron, was dragging a bright white rag quickly across the floor.

Two little feet were kicking and moving behind her, moving incredibly fast.

"Ah!" Eugen noticed Tirpitz lying dead in the living room doorway and immediately stopped. "Tirpitz, dear! I'm sorry, did I wake you?"

Tirpitz looked at Eugen, who had a look of utter submissive affection on her face.

—To be honest, I think I really have the urge to marry Eugen.

Although he was quite emotionally affected, Tirpitz maintained a calm and composed expression.

Eugen felt flustered after seeing this.

Clutching a rag, Prince Eugen, kneeling on the ground, began to think intensely.

What should I do? Tirpitz looks so serious, is he angry?

So they were woken up by my voice?

Oh no, Tirpitz is angry! If Bismarck finds out, will she be angry with me too?

What should I do if Bismarck gets angry and takes the key back?

Then I'll never be able to be with Bismarck again...

What kind of Eugen would she be without Bismarck?

If I had known, I wouldn't have bothered wiping the floor while I was sleeping in Tirpitz...

But if I use a mop, the floor won't be shiny enough, and Bismarck definitely won't like that.

So the problem really did occur when assigning tasks?

Should I really be cleaning the toilet now...?

Waaaaah... Eugen, I guess I'm still not meticulous enough...

Should I kneel down and beg for forgiveness at this point...?

In order to get a chance to stay with her sister, the cricket even knelt down...

All I need is money, right? All I need to do is offer up all my savings and beg for forgiveness, right?

All I need to do is offer up my life savings and kneel down to beg for forgiveness, right?!

“Eugen.” Just then, Tirpitz’s voice interrupted Prince Eugen’s brain circuits, which were contorting at the speed of light.

"Hmm? Hmm! Hmm, I'm here!" Prince Eugen's senses were brought back to their senses by Tirpitz's voice.

"what time is it now?"

"3:17 PM".

“…Ah.” Tirpitz paused for a few seconds, then suddenly remembered something. “Eugen, can I ask you for a favor?”

Speaking of which, my sister's computer that she ordered online seems to have arrived. I think Eugenio can help me pick it up.

"Can I kneel? I can kneel! I'll give you any money I have! Just don't kick me out of here. You can take my money or my dignity! It doesn't matter!"

“…Huh?” Even the composed Tirpitz was startled by Eugen’s strange words. “Why are you kneeling? And I don’t seem to be short of money…”

"Thump!" Prince Eugen seemed to have lost all hope and collapsed helplessly to the floor, two streams of despairing tears flowing from his eyes like a floodgate opening.

Eugen's bright blue eyes also lost their color and became cloudy.

"Oh no, oh no. I shouldn't have come today. I should have just done a quick mop. I thought I was pretty good just because I did a little bit. I'm so sorry. I was so smug. I'm so ugly..."

rambling on and on and on...

A strong sense of sorrow emanated from Prince Eugen.

Tirpitz was completely baffled.

"No, I'm from Chun (一) Ersan Lingqi Si Shuo. My sister's computer is being mailed over today. Could you help me pick it up?"

...Eugen's seemingly materialized black resentment came to a standstill.

“…Is that all?”

“Ah… um…” Tirpitz nodded.

Eugen wiped his face with his sleeve.

Then he revealed a radiant smile that seemed to melt ice and snow.

At first glance, it looks like there are flowers blooming next to this person's head.

I watched Eugen leave home with a smile.

Tirpitz, still sprawled on the floor, was still somewhat confused about the situation.

"Kneel? Money?" Tirpitz muttered to himself in confusion.

...Eugen is indeed a strange person.

...However, I am truly grateful that they were willing to help me so much.

After all, the naval base doesn't support mail delivery; you have to go to the post office, which is 20 or 30 kilometers away, to pick it up.

“Alright… time to get up…” Tirpitz finally stood up from the floor.

Eugen took great care of the floors in the house, making them spotless. Even after Tirpitz slid around on the floor, there wasn't a speck of dust on his pajamas when he stood up.

However, even without dust, lying on the ground all day won't do any good.

For example, Tirpitz suddenly stood up from the ground, and felt dizzy and heavy in his chest, so he involuntarily fell forward.

"Pfft!"

Tirpitz wasn't the petite and slender type like Eugen; to be honest, she was more of a voluptuous, fleshy girl.

simply put.

As for weight, it's just a little bit heavy.

After lying on the ground for a while, Tirpitz silently sat up.

"Tsk." Tirpitz spat on the ground expressionlessly.

"...Is it because I've been eating too much and exercising too little lately? My chest has gotten heavy." Tirpitz sighed.

She couldn't help but think of the human girl who had always lived in this house.

That admiral, who is clearly a woman, but whose height and bust have always been pitifully small.

"It's too heavy and will get in the way. Why not give half to Little White?" Tirpitz murmured, supporting his chest through his clothes.

But speaking of it.

I haven't seen my sister and Xiaobai for several days.

I really do want to.

Chapter 73 The Strongest Destroyer in the Universe

In front of the garrison headquarters gate.

A taxi sped towards us from afar, puffing out a thick trail of exhaust fumes.

"Squeak s ...

Not a fraction off. This shows the driver's exceptional skill.

"Click." The back door was pushed open.

Four little girls dressed in brightly colored clothes tumbled off the car with a gurgling sound.

After they got off the car clutching Tuan'er as if fleeing for their lives, they covered their mouths and knelt on the ground, making sounds that were too painful to watch.

"woo woo woo woo……"

"Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh..."

"Ugh... Ugh... Ugh... Ugh... Ugh... So disgusting... I feel dizzy..."

"Ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh QAQ..."

Fortunately, although the little girls were not feeling well, they were not so bad as to vomit in front of the naval base, so they were still able to save some face.

At that moment, the driver's side window of the taxi was rolled down.

A face tanned dark by the sea breeze emerged.

He was an elderly man.

"Oh. You yourselves said it didn't matter how fast you went." The old man laughed as he looked at the four girls who were slumped on the ground side by side.

"Ugh...but ugh...the old man's speed...ugh..."

One of the girls, with wheat-colored hair, covered her mouth, looking indignant and as if she was about to vomit.

"Yes, I'm sorry... it was just... too... too fast... ugh ugh ugh..." Another red-haired little girl hunched over, her face also looking like she was about to vomit, and continued.

Among the four girls who were clearly elementary school students, this red-haired girl was particularly well-developed.

Or rather, her development is clearly not in line with her age. The full-figured femininity is particularly evident when she bends over, even more so than some women in their twenties or thirties.

"It's not that I can't slow down, you can just say so." The old man took out a cigarette with a small piece broken off from his pocket, lit it with a snap, and took a puff. "Sigh, it was the same when I rode in my old man's car back in the day. You get used to it after a while."

"Who would dare to speak in that situation?!" The pink-haired little girl was about to cry. "There's going to be a car crash! There's really going to be a car crash! If anyone dares to say anything, there will definitely be a crash, oh my god!!!"

Halfway through her indignant words, the girl turned back and began to retch on the ground.

"Ah... Uncle, I have reflected on my actions." The old man, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, looked at the four little girls on the ground, but there was no remorse in his eyes.

Ah, youth is wonderful! Seeing these four energetic girls makes me feel much better.

The old man then turned his gaze to the youngest little girl with black hair at the very back.

The little girl with black hair is now lying on the ground, half-conscious.

Ah, it seems we've really gone a bit too far.

"You guys are ship girls, can't you have any ambition?" At this moment, a rather steady and mature... young girl's voice came from the back of the carriage.

A pair of small feet, clad in trendy and expensive high heels, emerged from the carriage and landed lightly on the ground.

After being reprimanded by that sound, the four little girls immediately fell silent.

The old man stuck half his body out of the car window and looked back.

Wearing sunglasses and dressed in incredibly stylish clothes, a short-haired girl with black hair stepped off the car.

The old man wasn't exactly a fashion enthusiast, but even he could tell that the little girl who got off last had a completely different vibe from the previous four.

It was a natural, intellectual quality that came from a mature woman.

Her clothes were also different from the previous four cute girls; they were a set of women's clothing that, even if you hadn't read many fashion magazines, you could tell was quite expensive and trendy.

"Big, Big Sister, ugh—I, I feel so sick, like I'm carsick, ugh..." the wheat-haired girl replied desperately.

The girl, known as the "big sister," sighed softly and turned to walk towards the driver.

"I'm sorry, my subordinate has caused you trouble." After offering a polite apology to the old man, she took out a credit card from her handbag. "Can I pay by card for the fare? There's not much to spend at the naval base, so we don't have any cash on us."

"Okay, sure." In this day and age, having more payment options seems to double a business. The little human girl I met the other day also liked to use credit cards. The old man thought to himself, and pulled out the card reader.