Today's tutelary fort remains peaceful.

Because of this, many wandering ship girls who awakened on their own were unwilling to join the naval base, especially those who did not like fighting or had insufficient potential. They would rather join the Navy Headquarters and get an easy civilian job, or sell their ship equipment after obtaining their identity documents in exchange for the first start-up capital.

However, not all naval bases are so busy. At least on Xue Cheng's side, the life of the ship girls is relatively leisurely.

With millions of resources and equipment overflowing, the main fleet's training has reached its limit. The once powerful deep-sea flagship has gradually become a clown. Unless the admiral has greater ideals and ambitions, there is no need for a naval base to continue working hard at this level.

Fortunately, Xue Cheng is just a lazy guy with no ideals or ambitions. During the time he traveled through time, he just wanted to hang out with beautiful girls all day long, and develop his personal interests and hobbies, such as fitness, learning swordsmanship, or occasionally bullying battleships.

Even though the ship girls in the naval base often mock their admiral as a good-for-nothing, if Xue Cheng really works hard one day, it will inevitably lead to protests from the naval base.

After all, ship girls are not tools. If they can live a leisurely life, who would want to struggle like a corporate slave?

Perhaps there were career-oriented women in the naval base who were willing to devote themselves to their work, but at least the Duke of York was not willing to do so.

Days off are for rest, but if every day is a day off, wouldn’t that be a big deal?

The serious female knight is still enjoying her "vacation" today.

I went out early with my sister, King George V of England, and came to Unicorn's house to appreciate the flowers and listen to the harp. In the afternoon, we gathered together to drink tea and eat snacks, and talk about the hot topics in the Kancolle circle recently. Looking at the time, it was time to go home.

The second sister, the Prince of Wales, did not come with the counterattack to comfort the defeat in the previous battle. The Duke of York took a bottle of wine from the fearsome and prepared to give it to her as a gift.

When he opened the door, a cold air rushed towards him. The Duke of York remembered that he had turned off the air conditioner before leaving. It seemed that the Prince of Wales had returned home. He didn't know whether there would be a counterattack.

He found his slippers and exchanged them with King George V, and then they walked into the living room together.

A girl in fiery red pajamas sat on the sofa in a duck-like position, a thin blanket thrown beside her. Her eyes were hazy and her hair was slightly messy, obviously she had just woken up. Seeing them come in, the girl rubbed her eyes and greeted them casually: "Sister, Duke of York, welcome back."

"Uh..." The Duke of York blinked, not knowing what to say.

This pajamas... seems a little off. It seems that this type of clothing often appears in certain types of movies. Why is my second sister wearing it like this?

The blonde knight glanced secretly at her elder sister beside her. The face of King George V of England, which had been wearing a faint smile, was now indifferent.

"The Prince of Wales." King George V's voice was slightly low and soft, with a hint of authority. She often referred to herself as "King". If she were in any other tutelary fort, the girl would be the undisputed queen.

It’s a pity that in Xue Cheng’s garrison, King George V of England is not strong enough to be called king, not to mention that he has a proud and powerful Lion Queen above him, and his sister Prince of Wales is the boss.

Because of this, King George V of England had no intention of deliberately showing off his kingly style.

It would be fine under normal circumstances, but since it involves her own sister, even if not as a "king", just as an elder sister, she must discipline her well.

"Sister?" The Prince of Wales tilted his head. Perhaps he had not yet fully woken up. He lost his usual efficiency and looked a little confused.

"You..." King George V took a deep breath, his expression gloomy. "Has the admiral been here? Where is he now?"

"The Admiral... he was here, but Hood took him away." The Prince of Wales still didn't notice anything unusual. She ran her fingers through her hair and said, "As for where he is now, I'm not sure."

The Duke of York looked at his second sister quietly. Apart from some wrinkles on her pajamas, there was nothing unusual about her. There was no strange smell in the living room either. It seemed that nothing had happened between them yet.

King George V of England apparently noticed this, and his expression softened a little: "Then what are you doing in the living room?"

"Waiting for the Admiral. He said he would be back soon, but... humph, what a liar."

It turned out to be the case.

King George V nodded, and she gradually understood everything: "Okay, go wash your face and change your clothes. I'll prepare dinner. The Duke of York brought back a bottle of good whiskey. Let's have a drink together."

"Okay, sister." The Prince of Wales put away the blanket and went to the bathroom barefoot without wearing slippers. When she was about to wash her face, she suddenly noticed a hot girl reflected in the mirror.

"Tsk..." The Prince of Wales crossed his arms, his slender waist was just right to be held in one hand. What a rare beauty! I really don't know what the admiral was thinking. He was actually tripped by a mere Hussey cat.

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Hmm? Something seems off. This outfit is...

The Prince of Wales' expression froze. She rubbed her eyes, as if confirming the figure in the mirror. Recalling the conversation she had just had with her eldest sister, King George V of England, a blush quickly appeared on her face.

I'm...what a fool!

Just as the Prince of Wales was about to go crazy looking at himself in the mirror, in another villa, Bismarck was sitting on the sofa, staring at Tirpitz expressionlessly.

"Hurry up." Bismarck held an opened can of beer in his hand and tapped the can lightly with his fingers, making a popping sound.

Opposite her, a girl known as the lonely homegirl of the north, was mopping the floor with a mop, sweating profusely, wearing a headscarf, an apron, and elbow-length gloves.

Yes, sweating profusely.

When Tirpitz was not using her ship suit, she was just a frail homegirl. She had to hold on to the wall to run 200 meters, and needed to breathe oxygen to run 1,000 meters. Even ordinary housework was very strenuous for her.

Especially since the impact of the previous notebook incident gradually subsided, and Xiao Zhai returned to the naval base after her trip, Bismarck's energy was somewhat diverted, and he no longer supervised her to go to the gym to exercise all day.

As a result, Tirpitz, who had hoped to successfully transform himself and escape from the otaku camp, slipped back into the status quo.

Earlier, Bismarck discovered that Tirpitz ran away from home because he was secretly playing that shameless game again, and there were some blood pressure-raising composition drafts stored in his laptop.

Bismarck felt that his sister still needed regular supervision and discipline to prevent her from going astray, so the first thing he did when he got home was to give a lot of housework to Tirpitz.

When a person is exhausted both physically and mentally, it is difficult to have the energy to think about miscellaneous things.

"..." Tirpitz's face was full of resentment, and he kept mumbling something. However, due to his sister's authority, he didn't dare to say it out loud. He had to vent his emotions at work, holding the mop with both hands and rubbing it hard on the ground a few times.

But her weak physical strength was really shameful. Just these few strokes had exhausted her remaining strength. Tirpitz's legs went soft and she slowly sat down on the ground holding the mop, breathing heavily and not moving.

"Hey, lazy otaku, hurry up!" Next to Tirpitz, a girl with pink hair who looked like a smaller version of Tirpitz was sitting with her legs swinging. She was holding potato chips in her hand and eating them happily with a crunch.

Seeing Tirpitz stop, the little girl said dissatisfiedly: "Don't think that pretending to be dead will help. Sister Meow and I are watching. There is no point in pretending to be pitiful."

"You..." Tirpitz glared at Xiao Zhai angrily. It would be fine if he was just gloating, but people who often eat snacks know that if you are not careful when eating puffed foods such as potato chips, it is easy for crumbs to fall off. Xiao Zhai did not seem to be careful either. As she kept throwing potato chips into her mouth, some crumbs were bound to fall off the sofa.

The most infuriating thing is that this guy not only didn't sweep the crumbs into the trash can, but instead casually slapped the sofa a few times, sweeping all the crumbs onto the floor.

I just mopped the floor! Seeing the fruits of his labor being ruined by Xiao Zhai, Tirpitz was furious: "Sister! Aren't you going to take care of her?"

Bismarck turned his head and saw Xiao Zhai sitting on the sofa, eating a tube of potato chips happily. He asked in confusion, "What's wrong with Xiao Zhai?"

Tirpitz said angrily, "She swept the potato chip crumbs onto the floor without even looking at them, even though I just spent so much effort mopping them up!"

Bismarck blinked, and seeing Xiao Zhai sticking out her tongue at him innocently, he stretched out his finger and gently tapped her forehead: "Little dirty cat, stop being so unhygienic. Next time, put something under your legs."

"Oh." Xiao Zhai agreed honestly, then took out a potato chip and handed it to Bismarck's mouth in a flattering manner: "Sister Miao, you should try it too. This cucumber-flavored potato chip is delicious."

Bismarck rarely eats snacks, but since Xiao Zhai feeds him, it’s a different matter.

Feeling the crispy potato chips being ground into pieces by her teeth and the refreshing aroma of cucumber bursting out, she squinted her eyes slightly, revealing an expression of enjoyment like a cat.

Wow, this expression... It's rare for Tirpitz to see his sister show a soft expression, and he was fascinated for a moment. It seems too monotonous to always draw those exaggerated and sexy expressions in the notebook. Wouldn't it be better to change it to something like this?

Hmm, how about a pure romance theme for my next book? Would it be better to depict the love-hate relationship between a blonde, tsundere young lady and a cold, underworld boss, or a sweet romance between a good-for-nothing male lead and a career-oriented woman?

Tsk, forget it. The subject matter is too bland and has no explosive points. It's a bit boring...

Tirpitz was pondering the subject of her new work when she suddenly felt a cold gaze falling on her. The sharp gaze was like a knife blade, causing her to feel phantom pain.

After all, she was Tirpitz's sister. The two had been together for so many years and were familiar with each other's habits and personalities. Just by looking at the smile on Tirpitz's lips, Bismarck could conclude that she was not thinking of anything good.

"Have you rested enough?" Bismarck's expression returned to calmness. He pulled the corners of his mouth and said with a half-smile:

"Now that you've rested, get back to work. Also, stop dragging your feet. I'm going to prepare dinner now. If the living room floor and the second-floor corridor aren't cleaned before dinner, you won't be allowed to eat snacks tonight."

Bismarck didn't say anything about not allowing her to eat dinner. Tirpitz didn't like formal meals and was instead fond of snacks and drinks. If he really didn't let her eat dinner, she would probably be happier.

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As for limiting Tirpitz's snack intake... Bismarck had already given up. She had tried that before, but it had turned the otaku into a squirrel, hiding snacks everywhere in the house. One time, while cleaning, Bismarck even accidentally found a bag of spicy noodles between the sofas...

"Oh." Tirpitz answered dejectedly. She did not try to get away with it by cheating. Bismarck was still angry, and any means at this time might reactivate her anger.

Tirpitz stood up with the help of the mop and was about to continue working when he heard a cell phone alert in his pocket.

"What the hell..." Tirpitz muttered as she pulled out her phone. It turned out to be a message from the tutelary fort's group chat. She flipped through 99's messages and saw a few selfies. What was this...

Tirpitz's mouth slowly opened wide, and she quickly glanced at Bismarck, who was just walking to the clothes rack next to the living room, taking out an apron and putting it on, completely unaware of what was going on.

If my sister doesn't know, let me tell her. Tirpitz covered her mouth and laughed secretly. She had thought of a good way to divert attention.

Still sitting on the sofa watching Tirpitz, the otaku swung his legs and said in a clear voice, "Hey, lazy otaku, hurry up and work. If you do a good job, I can give you the remaining half box of potato chips as a reward."

Who wants to eat the leftovers of the brat? Tirpitz rolled his eyes and ignored Xiao Zhai's glare. He threw the mop and came to Bismarck: "Sister, look!"

"What?" Bismarck said casually, glancing at Tirpitz's phone.

Then, she couldn't move her eyes away.

"Hood..." Bismarck looked at the photo of two people leaning against each other closely and making sign gestures to the camera, and his expression gradually became gloomy.

Tirpitz took the opportunity to fan the flames: "Look, sister, that girl with glasses is clearly provoking you by posting this kind of photo! Let me be clear, I'm not trying to provoke you, but if it were me, I wouldn't tolerate it..."

"Shut up!" Bismarck took a deep breath.

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226. First Offensive

After changing into slippers, Hood walked into the living room, with Ginger Fishcake following at her feet, chasing the flower decorations on the slippers.

As they walked along, the paws of the two cats were covered with a lot of dust. As they walked, gray plum-shaped footprints kept appearing on the ground.

"Huh... I'm so tired." Hood rubbed the muscles on his shoulders and threw himself onto the soft sofa, sinking into it like a boneless snake.

"The distance we've walked doesn't seem that long, does it?" Xue Cheng walked in, carrying a backpack filled with spare clothes. He casually put the backpack down and said jokingly, "By the way, as long as the fish cakes are outside, Hood shouldn't have any shoulder pain."

Hu De raised her fist in dissatisfaction. She understood the deeper meaning in Xue Cheng's words.

It seems that among the admiral's marriage ships, flat-chested ship girls only account for a small proportion, and among these proportions, some are just little girls, such as Ninghai, 16, 1, Firefly, Veneto, etc.

It seemed that the only ones left were himself, Wisconsin, and Clemenceau.

Hood was getting angrier and angrier. Just as he was looking for a way to vent his frustration, he suddenly heard the admiral scream, "Ginger! Fishcakes! No!"

"Eh?" Hood was stunned for a moment, and followed Xue Cheng's gaze. The two ship cats nimbly jumped onto the sofa, pounced on each other and started playing. Their small paws left light gray footprints on the clean sofa.

Well done! Hood almost cheered. As expected of his beloved cat, he actually understood what his master was thinking and taught the admiral who had slandered him a lesson in time.

Just as he was feeling proud, two playful cats, one chasing the other, ran towards Hood.

"Eh?" Hood's smile froze. She wanted to dodge, but it was too late. The two cats ran over, one in front and one behind, stepping on Hood's lace skirt and continuing to play with each other at the other end of the sofa.

The corner of Hood's mouth twitched. He looked at the light gray footprints on his body and his brows jumped. "You two troublemakers! This is my favorite skirt!"

The angry Hood changed his inherent soft and cute image and turned into a cruel evil ghost, chasing the two cats all over the house. Ginger and Fishcake, who were very human, also knew that they had caused a big disaster and ran away desperately.

Hood also lacked exercise. Although the two cats were fat, they became extremely agile in the face of life and death. After chasing for a while, Hood, who was exhausted, could only look at the arrogant backs of the two cats.