Today's tutelary fort remains peaceful.

"Not at all." Tirpitz quickly devoured the food, occasionally gulping down the can of Coke. He spoke incoherently, "How can a shipgirl change her body shape so easily? Veneto eats breast-enhancing foods all day long, and even asked Yubari and Kouwei to make those supposed breast-enhancing potions, but there's no change."

As he spoke, Tirpitz seemed to have thought of something interesting and laughed softly with his hands covering his mouth.

"..." Bismarck was speechless, looking at his sister, not knowing what to say. Prince Eugen suppressed his smile, reached out and poked Tirpitz's chubby cheek, and said, "Just say this at home. If you say it outside and it gets to Veneto's ears, be careful of getting beaten!"

Tirpitz impatiently opened Prince Eugen's fingers and buried his head in eating.

Although she was a girl, Tirpitz's eating manners were extremely terrible at this time. She ate so fast as if she had not eaten for several days, and there was even some sauce on her cheeks.

Bismarck sighed. Even though she was a hopelessly slovenly homebody, she was still his sister. Bismarck took out some tissues to wipe the oil off Tirpitz's cheeks and sighed, "Look at you. You have no manners when you eat. You don't behave like a girl at all."

"My sister also criticized me, even though I don't pay attention to my image. I always wear those old-fashioned military uniforms and look like an old man." Tirpitz muttered softly while biting fried chicken. His sister usually dressed like an old stubborn person, and she even had the nerve to say that she didn't look like a girl.

"What did you say?" Bismarck glared.

"I didn't say anything." Tirpitz immediately admitted his mistake. In the years of fighting wits and courage with his sister, in order to avoid damage to his notebook and head, Tirpitz developed the ability to judge the situation.

"You, I really don't know when you can change your bad habits. Can't you learn from Hood?" Although he and Hood didn't like each other very much, Bismarck couldn't find any fault with Hood's usual image of a British lady. Well, it would be better if she changed the habit of stuffing cats into her clothes to disguise her breasts.

"Learn to stuff a cat like her?" Tirpitz lowered her head to look at her chest and laughed secretly. She remembered that when Hood had just completed her transformation, the huge change in her chest made some ship girls in the port area rekindle their hope for a good figure.

However, a fake is still a fake. On the day of the transformation, Hood was accidentally hit by a shell during an exercise with Bismarck. Although it was a training ammunition with no lethality, it still caused some damage to Hood's clothes and also frightened the cat Fishcake hiding in Hood's clothes.

To this day, whenever Tirpitz thinks of the scene, he can't help but laugh.

"Can't you learn from her strengths? If you continue like this, I won't care about you anymore." Bismarck glared.

28. Technology Geek

"Don't worry about it. The admiral is back anyway. If my sister doesn't care about me, the admiral will." Tirpitz said nonchalantly. She knew Bismarck's sharp tongue but soft heart. Besides, even if her sister really didn't care about her, wasn't there still the admiral?

"Why should the admiral care about you?" Bismarck was almost laughed at by Tirpitz. Although saying it out loud might hurt Tirpitz's feelings, the admiral had dozens of marriage ships in the naval base, and a large group of ship girls waiting to force marriage, just like the moon surrounded by stars. Why should he take care of you, a home girl?

"Because I am the admiral's wedding ship." Tirpitz waved to Bismarck, and the ring on his ring finger sparkled in the light.

"Just because of this?" Bismarck subconsciously stroked the diamond ring on his finger and said with a sneer. Who isn't a wedding ship? Not to mention himself and Tirpitz, even Prinz Eugen is the admiral's wedding ship.

As long as the admiral is willing to stay in the garrison, everyone will rush to take care of him. Why should you, a otaku girl, enjoy such special treatment?

"I can draw a book. If the admiral likes a subject, I will draw it for him." Tirpitz thought about it and felt that there seemed to be many things he could do, so he started counting them one by one on his fingers.

"I can also play games. The Admiral likes playing games very much. I can play with him. Besides, my skills are better than his. I can help him win easily."

"Although I don't have much experience, I can still cosplay. If there's a character he likes, I can cosplay for him. Can other wedding ships do that?"

"..." Bismarck was speechless for a moment. She had forgotten that her playboy was actually a otaku. He liked to read books, watch anime, play games, etc. He and Tirpitz had similar interests. If these two got together...

Bismarck couldn't help but tremble all over just thinking about that scene. Tirpitz was already hard enough to deal with, but what if even the admiral became like this in the future?

Thinking that the admiral might become like Tirpitz, staying up late playing games until the early hours of the morning, staying in bed until noon, not handling official business or exercising, just sitting in the office playing games with Tirpitz, and eating fattening junk food, Bismarck secretly made up his mind:

We absolutely cannot let the Admiral become like this! From now on, we must limit Tirpitz's contact with the Admiral!

Tirpitz was unaware of Bismarck's decision and ate quickly, soon finishing the several large portions of food.

"I'm going to take out the trash." Tirpitz put away the lunch box, cleaned the trash can in the room, packed it in a plastic bag, and was about to go out.

"Why are you so diligent today?" Prince Eugen looked at her strangely.

"Be more self-disciplined, so your elder sister won't nag you." Tirpitz nodded at Bismarck, then, before his elder sister lost her temper, he grabbed the cell phone on the table and ran out quickly.

However, after a long time, Tirpitz, who claimed to be taking out the trash, did not come back. Just when Bismarck was about to go out to look for him, Prince Eugen suddenly made a surprised sound and handed her the phone: "Sister Bismarck, look!"

……

In Xue Cheng's room, Hancock looked at the computer screen and said thoughtfully, "It should be Tirpitz, right? This account seems to be hers. The last time I saw her here, she said she was trying to climb the server rankings."

"Uh... I seem to have lost a lot of points just now." Xue Cheng said guiltily. Although she didn't know much about this game, since she was confident that she could rank among the top in the server, it meant that Tirpitz's gaming skills should be very high. So except for the beginning of the season, she mostly played high-end games with her account.

Thinking about it this way, it seems that what happened just now is not so difficult to accept.

Although Xue Cheng's gaming skills are good, they are only among ordinary players, and he is far from being a real master. Except for the god he met in the first game, the opponents in the next two games perfectly illustrate what "strength is like cheating" means. No wonder he was easily defeated by the opponent without any resistance.

While comforting himself in his heart, Hancock suddenly stood up, facing Xue Cheng's surprised gaze, and gently sat in his arms, while stretching out his slender white fingers and typing quickly on the keyboard.

"You you you you..." Xue Cheng was so frightened by Hancock's sudden intimate behavior that he couldn't even speak clearly.

"I'm also playing this game." Hancock turned her head, her smooth fingers brushing across her face, smoothing out a strand of hair that fell beside her cheek. She smiled faintly and said, "Admiral, please use my account."

"Uh... that's fine." Xue Cheng cursed himself for being so useless. Wasn't it just a little intimate with a girl? Why was his heart beating like a drum? His face was so hot it could almost make pancakes.

He took a deep breath and tried to remain calm, but his blushing face was not so easy to hide. Fortunately, Hancock had her back to him and could not see his appearance.

Hancock logged into her account quickly, but she didn't get up immediately. She continued to sit in Xue Cheng's arms, operating the mouse to click around in the game. Xue Cheng didn't rush her. After a while, Hancock turned around, and the half of her face that was exposed had a slight blush on it. "Admiral, do you want to watch me play? I'm actually very strong too."

Xue Cheng coughed lightly: "But how can I see it like this?"

Hancock thought for a moment, then slowly leaned back until his back was pressed against Xue Cheng's chest. He felt his chin resting on his shoulder, then he slowly said, "That's good, isn't it?"

"Well... that's certainly possible."

The game begins under such circumstances.

As the screen entered the preparation phase, Hancock's eyes, once hazy with shyness, cleared, the blush on her cheeks faded, and she instantly entered combat mode. She controlled her character to leave the plane, randomly found a spot with a large number of players, and landed there. A slightly cold smile curled the corners of her mouth: "The killing... has begun."

Hancock's gaming skills are indeed very strong. I don't know if it is because of the special physique of the ship girl that she has a reaction speed far beyond that of ordinary humans. She obviously has no tactics, but just rushes forward recklessly. She even actively attacks enemies with cover in the open space several times. It is precisely this action of actively putting herself in danger that allows her to kill the enemy every time.

Based on Xue Cheng's understanding of the game, it was undoubtedly a stupid decision to attack an enemy with cover when she had no cover herself. However, the enemy with a huge advantage just couldn't kill her. Xue Cheng even saw the health bar of the character controlled by Hancock being emptied several times, but she was able to survive and instead eliminated her opponent.

29. Big Trouble

Time passed slowly, and as the poison circle on the map shrank little by little, the number of remaining enemies on the field also slowly decreased. In contrast, Hancock's kill count was increasing rapidly. It was obviously a high-end game, but she turned it into a low-end bullying game.

After watching for so long, Xue Cheng gradually realized that Hancock's overall gaming level was actually not very high. Her awareness, operation, tactics, etc. might even be inferior to his own. However, she made up for these shortcomings with her incredibly fast reaction. In every encounter and every attack, she could kill the opponent in a flash.

"There is no martial arts in the world that is invincible except speed. Can this principle be applied to games?" Xue Cheng couldn't help but sigh as he watched the character controlled by Hancock in the game hold up the trophy and achieve the final victory.

"Admiral, how is it?" Hancock turned his head and looked at Xue Cheng. Although his face remained calm, there was a hint of unconcealable satisfaction in his eyes.

"Very impressive." Xue Cheng gave a thumbs up. Hancock's strength might have already entered the realm of professional players. He was someone he could only look up to.

"It's a pity there's only one computer here," Hancock said regretfully, "otherwise we could fight alongside the Admiral."

Xue Cheng smiled and was about to say something to comfort her when Hancock suddenly took out his phone, his fingers swiping across the screen rapidly, muttering to himself, "Oh right, I might as well buy another laptop."

Xue Cheng's heart moved, and he peeked over Hancock's shoulder curiously, and saw the girl putting a laptop into the shopping cart and about to enter the checkout interface. Xue Cheng took a quick glance and found that the computer also existed in his original world. It was a typical high-priced, low-spec model.

"Wait a minute!" Xue Cheng reached out from under Hancock's armpit and tried to snatch her cell phone.

However, the phone didn't budge when he pulled it. Hancock turned his head, looked at Xue Cheng in confusion and asked, "Admiral?"

Xue Cheng said, "Hancock has a computer, right?"

Hancock nodded. Her current skills were the result of years of accumulation, and of course, her own computer.

Xue Cheng said helplessly: "Since you already have a computer, why waste money to buy another one?"

"Of course it's to be able to play with the Admiral." Hancock said with a matter-of-fact expression.

Xue Cheng said unhappily, "If that's the case, I'll register an account and you can team up with me when you get back. Why buy a new computer? Isn't your computer already very old?"

Hancock shook his head. "It's this year's new model, but I want to play with it in the Admiral's room."

Is that the reason? How rich are you? Xue Cheng was speechless, while Hancock was still urging him: "Admiral, please let go. The sooner you place the order, the faster it will be delivered. The area near our garrison is designated as a military restricted area, and it is very troublesome to get the express delivery in."

Xue Cheng shook his head and still refused to let go. The two of them fought with each other and neither of them gave in. The situation suddenly became deadlocked.

At this moment, Xue Cheng's door was suddenly pushed open, and a girl in pajamas with long pink hair rushed in aggressively. Before she even saw anyone, she started to ask questions: "Who was using my account just now? You made me...eh?"

Tirpitz rubbed her eyes and saw Xue Cheng and Hancock sitting on gaming chairs with their backs to her. From her angle, she couldn't see their postures, but she could see Xue Cheng's arm seemed to be passing through Hancock's armpit. Hearing her voice, the two of them turned around at the same time. Their faces, which were a little red due to the fierce struggle, fell into Tirpitz's eyes, adding a bit of ambiguity out of thin air.

"Uh..." Xue Cheng looked at the girl who broke into the room. He didn't hear what she said and couldn't guess her identity for a moment. Hancock tilted his head and said, "Tirpitz? Why are you here?"

"Click!" Tirpitz almost instinctively took out his cell phone and took a picture of the two people on the chair. Then he held the phone and giggled.

Xue Cheng didn't react to this, but Hancock was already anxious. She didn't even bother to fight with Xue Cheng for the phone. She jumped up from her chair and rushed towards Tirpitz: "Tirpitz! Delete the photo!"

"Ah!" Tirpitz clumsily dodged Hancock's pounce. At this time, the door was in Hancock's direction, and it was too late to escape. She simply rushed towards Xue Cheng and fought with Hancock using the computer chair under him.

"Why are you so nervous?" Tirpitz dodged Hancock and said with a smile, "It's just a photo. What's the big deal?"

"..." Hancock's face was tense. She was not good at speaking, so she did not try to argue with Tirpitz, but the photo must not remain in Tirpitz's hands.

It’s not that she was afraid of others seeing the intimate photos of herself and the admiral, and she felt shy. After all, Hancock was Xue Cheng’s wedding ship. What really scared her was something else.

Tirpitz, the otaku girl, is not a otaku in the strict sense. She is an expert in painting and has a huge imagination. She is the backbone of the underground industry in the garrison. Even Hancock himself has collected many of the books she created.

However, even though she read the script privately, it didn't mean that Hancock was interested in being the heroine in the script. Recalling Tirpitz's smile when she looked at the photo just now, Hancock almost immediately guessed her sinister intentions.

The two men fought for a while, and finally Hancock got the upper hand. Tirpitz's motor nerves had obviously degenerated due to staying in the room for years playing games and drawing books. After a few turns, Hancock grabbed his arm and threw him onto Xue Cheng's bed with a beautiful over-the-shoulder throw, and the mobile phone in his hand was also taken away.

Tirpitz was panting heavily. Without using the power of her ship suit, she was just an ordinary girl, a stay-at-home girl who seriously lacked exercise. The sudden intense exercise was a bit too much for her, and the shoulder throw made her dizzy. Fortunately, the mattress under her was soft, so she was not injured.

Even so, Tirpitz continued to laugh breathlessly. She looked at Hancock, who was trying to delete the photos on his phone, and said intermittently, "No, it's useless. Even if you delete the photos, I have automatic backups. Besides... you should check the tutelary fort group first."

Hancock was stunned. She looked at the phone in her hand. The interface was currently stuck in the garrison group. The photo just taken by Tirpitz had been uploaded. After a brief silence, countless question marks began to flood the screen, and someone was @Tirpitz. At this time, Hancock's phone also began to ring with continuous notification sounds.

30. Sisters' Battle

A girl with long golden hair and blue eyes leaned on the balcony, gazing at the sea in the distance. The sea breeze blew her hair flying in the wind. The girl looked particularly charming under the moonlight. It was a pity that no one could appreciate this beautiful scenery at that time.

Her eyes were deep and distant, as if she was thinking about something very profound. However, people who knew her knew that the girl named Saratoga was never sentimental. She was just bored and was simply in a daze.

It was already summer, and the air was humid, so the room felt a bit stuffy. Saratoga simply wore a thin white nightgown, facing the gentle night breeze, which was enough to cool her down.

After an unknown amount of time, footsteps were heard from behind. As if to attract attention, the footsteps were deliberately heavy. Saratoga obviously noticed it, but she didn't turn around until...

Pah! A slender and graceful hand clapped Saratoga on the head, and a teasing voice came from behind: "Hey, what are our sister Sara thinking about? Is there something unhappy? How about telling her and making her happy?"

"Don't touch my head!" Saratoga instantly exploded. She pushed the hand away, turned around, and said with a look of disgust, "Xingxing, get out of here. Also, whose sister are you? Don't recognize anyone!"

"Of course it's you." The blonde girl named Constellation had a similar face to Saratoga, but her eyes were red and she was taller and fuller-figured. In response to Saratoga's words, she raised a finger and waved it in front of her. "I'm the second ship of the Lexington class, and you're only the third. Of course, I'm the older sister."

"Don't try to be so rude." Saratoga raised her hand and pressed down Constellation's finger, saying coldly, "I've told you many times, you're a battlecruiser, and I'm an aircraft carrier. We're even different types of ships, so what gives you the right to claim you're my sister? If you really like to claim sisters everywhere, then go find the ship mother of a Lexington-class battlecruiser. My sister and I won't bother with you."

"What did you say?!" Saratoga's counterattack was obviously very effective. Constellation, who was clearly here to provoke her, was actually provoked: "You guy! Don't forget your roots just because you've been converted into an aircraft carrier. Don't forget that you were originally built as a battlecruiser!"

Saratoga said disdainfully, "That's the historical battleship Saratoga, not me. I was born as an aircraft carrier, and my only sister ship is my sister, the Lexington. You, the guy who ran away from who knows where, go back and find your real sister!"

"You...don't go too far!" Xingzhi's face turned pale with anger. "I've been transformed now, and my training has reached its limit. My strength is not worse than yours. Be careful, or I'll show you who's the big sister!"

Constellation was very angry. Although her sister Lexington had admitted that she was her younger sister, Saratoga seemed to be very dissatisfied with her as the person who was stealing her sister. In addition, Constellation was eager to be recognized by the other party, so the relationship between the two has not been very good, and similar quarrels are commonplace.