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"Eh?!" Battleship No. 13 panicked and wanted to escape.

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274. Double Kill

A slight vibration came along the tatami beneath him, and Battleship No. 13 opened his eyes in a daze. In the hazy light, he saw a figure putting on clothes quietly with his back to him.

"Admiral?" As his vision gradually cleared, Battleship No. 13 looked at the neatly dressed Xue Cheng and subconsciously asked, "Where are you going?"

It seemed to be still early. At least when I usually got up, the sky outside the window was much brighter than it is now. It looked like it was only around five in the morning.

"Hush." ​​Xue Cheng turned around, put his index finger to his lips, shook his head at Battleship No. 13, pointed to her side and said, "You must be exhausted last night. You should sleep for a while. I'll go prepare breakfast."

Battleship No. 13 looked in the direction of Xue Cheng's finger, and right next to him, Omi was like an octopus, tightly wrapped around him with his hands and feet, sleeping soundly.

After this night, the half of his body that was entangled by Omi felt a little numb.

"This guy..." Battleship No. 13 suddenly gritted his teeth, especially when he recalled what happened last night, he even had the urge to hang Omi up and beat him.

Watching Xue Cheng quietly walk out of the room, Battleship No. 13 angrily pushed away Omi's hands and feet.

The sleeping girl frowned, grabbed her arms at her sides twice, and reached out towards Battleship No. 13 as if instinctively.

"Bang!" Battleship No. 13 was quick-eyed and quick-handed, knocking off Omi's arm.

Shocked by this, Omi finally regained consciousness. She looked at Battleship No. 13, who was glaring at her, and said bewilderedly, "Why did Ariaki hit me? Did I do something wrong?"

"How dare you say that..." Battleship No. 13 gritted his teeth, but was too embarrassed to bring up what happened last night, so he could only huff, "Do you know that you sleep terrible? As soon as you fall asleep, you lean over and cling to me, refusing to let go, squeezing me so hard that I can't sleep well the whole night."

"Eh?" Omi scratched his messy hair, a flicker of realization crossing his brows: "Last night...was it Arimi I was hugging?"

"Can't you see for yourself?" Battleship No. 13 pointed at the spot where Xue Cheng had slept and said with gritted teeth, "You sleep in the innermost part. Even if you wanted to hug the admiral, you don't have arms and legs that long enough, right?"

"No wonder," Omi muttered to himself, "No wonder I couldn't sleep well. It turns out it was Ariaki. It seems I'm more comfortable sleeping in the admiral's arms."

"You..." The veins on Battleship No. 13's forehead were throbbing. This shameless guy seemed to have forgotten what he said last night, that the admiral's muscles were as hard as rocks and it was very uncomfortable to hug him.

"Forget it, being angry with you is just a waste of my time." After taking a few deep breaths and suppressing his anger, Battleship No. 13 curled his lips, lifted the thin blanket on his body, picked up the clothes that were thrown everywhere and put them on.

"Where are you going, Youming? Isn't it still early?" Omi turned over and lay lazily on the quilt. The blanket on his body slipped slightly, revealing his smooth shoulders and deep ravines.

"Go back to your room." Battleship No. 13 glanced at her and said unhappily, "The Admiral is already preparing breakfast, but Hei Ji is still sleeping in my room. If I don't go back early, what will I say if she asks me where I went last night?"

"Tell the truth." Omi raised his arm with a smile and grabbed the chest of battleship No. 13. Just as he was savoring the feel of his hand with a silly smile on his face, he felt a strong wind and a sharp pain in his forehead.

"It hurts! Why did you hit me!" Omi said with tears in his eyes, holding his head.

"How dare you..." Battleship No. 13 gritted its teeth, "I still haven't settled the score with you for what happened last night!"

"I already touched it last night anyway." Omi said aggrievedly, "What's the harm in letting me touch it again?"

"Go touch yourself!" Battleship No. 13 quickly put on his clothes, stood up and left.

"Wait a minute, don't go." Omi stretched out his hand towards the back of battleship No. 13, his voice sad and helpless, like an abandoned kitten.

Battleship No. 13 paused, turned half his body, and looked at her out of the corner of his eye: "What? Is there anything else?"

"Ariaki, I want to sleep a little longer." Omi said with a blink of his eyes.

"What does it have to do with me?" Battleship No. 13 was puzzled. "If you want to sleep, go to sleep."

"But, the Admiral's not here, and you have to leave too, Ariaki." Omi stretched out his fingers, making a grasping gesture. "How can I sleep without someone to hug me like a pillow?"

"..." Battleship No. 13 was silent for a moment, took a deep breath, grabbed Xue Cheng's pillow, and threw it hard at Omi's face, lowering his voice and roaring: "Die!"

After watching the angry Battleship No. 13 leave, Omi hugged Xue Cheng's pillow, buried his face in it, sniffed deeply, and a blush appeared on his face: "Meow... the smell of the admiral... hehe..."

As if it was not enough, Omi pulled the blanket that Xue Cheng had covered himself with over him, rolled it up in his arms along with the pillow, and rolled around on the tatami.

"Admiral... Admiral... hehe..."

On the other side, Battleship No. 65 tiptoed back to the room. As soon as he opened the door, he saw sitting on the floor.

The girl's short hair was a little messy, and her eyes were a little confused. When she saw Battleship No. 13 push open the door, she tilted her head and said calmly, "Good morning, Youming."

"Good morning, Heiji." Battleship No. 13 had been mentally prepared and did not show any panic.

Especially looking at 65's appearance at the moment, he should have just woken up, and judging by the fool's usually good sleep quality, the other party may not know that he did not stay in the room last night.

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He calmly cast his gaze towards the bed. The bedding, which had not been slept in all night, was still somewhat noticeable. Battleship No. 13 walked over naturally, then pushed the quilt inside, sat on the edge of the bed and said, "I just saw the Admiral in the kitchen. He should be preparing breakfast. Heiji can sleep a little longer."

65 hesitated for a moment, then slowly shook his head: "No need, now that you're awake, go practice swordplay."

"Oh?" Battleship No. 13's eyes turned after hearing her answer, and a smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I just passed by Omi's room and saw that she was awake. Why don't you go and find Omi for a sparring match?"

65's eyes lit up, "Okay, I'll go right away."

Watching 65 fold the bedding, put it in the closet, and then rush out, Battleship No. felt that most of the depression in his chest was suddenly relieved, and he became relaxed all over.

"I told you..." Thinking of what happened last night, Battleship No. 13's cheeks flushed slightly. She quickly threw herself on the bed, then rolled up the quilt, wrapped herself in it, and curled up into a ball without moving.

Half an hour later, after changing clothes and washing up, Battleship No. 13 walked down the stairs. The smell of food began to fill the corridor, and the sound of metal clashing could be heard in the yard outside.

"These two idiots are at it again..." Battleship No. 13 sighed and held his forehead.

Omi and 65 considered themselves samurai and practiced swordsmanship early every day. She was no longer surprised by this.

If you don't go to the yard to watch, but only listen to the sound, you will definitely think that the two people outside are just like in the movie, using gorgeous moves to counter each other, which makes people's blood boil.

Unfortunately, Battleship No. 13, who had witnessed their competition with her own eyes, knew very well that the real swordsmanship competition was not so gorgeous, and some of the moves even looked a little funny.

So, she didn't go out to watch, but came to the kitchen.

"It smells so good." Battleship No. 13 walked in. The admiral, wearing the apron he usually wore, was patiently stirring a pot of fragrant rice porridge with a spoon.

"Youming, you're up." Xue Cheng turned around. The light pink apron with a cartoon cat pattern on it didn't match his appearance and temperament at all.

It was like... a strong man dressed as a woman to act cute. A thought suddenly occurred to Battleship Thirteen, and he couldn't help laughing.

"What's wrong?" Xue Cheng touched his nose curiously.

Xue Cheng had stayed here before, and his daily necessities were in the bathroom. Before going downstairs, he had made sure that he had taken care of his personal hygiene, so what was Youming laughing at?

"It's okay." Battleship No. 13 suppressed a smile. If she reminded the admiral, wouldn't she not be able to see anything? She wouldn't be that stupid.

After coughing twice, Battleship No. 13 changed the subject: "What is the Admiral doing?"

"Preserved egg and lean pork porridge... originally it was like this." Xue Cheng stepped aside to let Battleship No. 13 stand next to him. Looking at the pot in front of him, he said helplessly, "But Youming didn't have preserved eggs at home, so I had to add some beaten egg and some minced meat and vegetables."

As Xue Cheng was speaking, he suddenly noticed that the girl beside him seemed to be swallowing her saliva. He thought for a moment, took out the tasting bowl, put some food in it, and handed it to her: "Come, Youming, help me taste it."

Battleship No. 13 did not refuse. He took it in his hand, blew it to cool it down, and then took a small sip.

"!!" After taking a bite, Battleship No. 13 froze, a trace of shock blooming from her lips. She held the small bowl, her body trembling slightly, with an expression of disbelief: "How, how is this possible? The Admiral is obviously a man, why is his cooking skill better than mine?!"

"Does cooking skills have anything to do with gender? Many famous chefs are men." Xue Cheng was speechless: "Besides, my cooking skills are obviously just average, right?"

Battleship No. 13's lips moved slightly, but no sound came out.

Telling the Admiral that I don’t actually know how to cook and that I just microwave vegetarian food for breakfast every day... I can’t bring myself to say that!

It's not like she's a military commander like Omi and Kurohime. Even when she's wearing a kimono, her appearance and temperament fit the description of a Yamato Nadeshiko. And after last night, she officially became the admiral's wife, but she can't actually cook...

Seeing Xue Cheng's puzzled expression, the girl twitched her lips and said quickly, "Well, I was just joking. Ah, I'm going to call those two idiots back. I need them to take a shower before dinner."

"Okay, I still have some things to prepare, and there's still time." Xue Cheng didn't delve into it. Since Battleship No. 13 didn't want to say anything, he wouldn't ask any further.

After watching the girl walk out of the kitchen, Xue Cheng rolled up his sleeves and got busy.

……

Relying on his passable cooking skills honed during his time as a corporate slave, Xue Cheng successfully made three well-proportioned girls with slightly bulging bellies, sitting slumped over on the tatami with all their bodies exhausted, only able to sigh at how powerful the admiral was.

Only then did Xue Cheng leave the home of Battleship No. 13 with satisfaction and reunite with Akagi, and the two of them came to the Shinano family together.

At this time, several deep-sea flagships who were temporarily staying at Shinano's house were enjoying breakfast.

"Is this really prepared for me?" Looking at the food in front of her, RP was trembling with excitement. She looked across at Shinano and asked in disbelief, "Miss Shinano, can I really eat this?"

"Uh, of course. Doesn't Miss RP like Japanese food?" The naive Shinano was frightened by RP's reaction, thinking the food she prepared wasn't to her liking. She quickly stood up and bowed at a full ninety degree angle.

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"I'm so sorry! I didn't understand Ms. RP's eating habits and prepared Japanese food without her permission. I'm really sorry!"

"Ah, Shinano, you're here again! Stop apologizing so often, idiot!" He put down his bowl of miso soup and said helplessly, "That's not the truth. This guy is just doubting his life because he received such an unexpected and grand hospitality."

"Unexpected... Such a grand treat..." Shinano looked at the food on the table. It was obviously just ordinary food that even the most ordinary families in Neon could afford. Could it be considered a grand treat?

Seeing Shinano's face full of shock, about to launch a fierce attack on the food in front of her, she opened her red lips gracefully and said, "You are surprised because you have no idea what kind of life we ​​lived in the deep sea before."

"Ah..." Shinano sensed the deep resentment between her brows and guessed something. She looked at her with pity, "It seems everyone had a hard time in the past."

"Of course." SR held the chopsticks somewhat awkwardly, concentrating on attacking a fish. Without even looking up, he said, "In the past, all our actions were controlled by the resentment of the deep sea. In that state, we didn't feel hungry, and we didn't need to eat at all."

"But since the deep-sea anomaly, we've lost that ability and have become dependent on food for our bodies' nutritional needs," said the interface, who had started drinking early that morning. "Adrift on the sea, with no supplies, no kitchen utensils, and even no fire, we can only catch fish, shrimp, and crabs to fill our stomachs."

"Eat it raw..." The sympathy in Shinano's eyes became even stronger. Although there are foods like sashimi in Japanese cuisine, they also need sauce to be eaten with it. Moreover, there are requirements for the type of fish. Not all fish can be made into sashimi.

"So onee-sama had such a hard life in the past." Shinano whispered, secretly resolving in her heart that she must use her strengths in the future to make up for the lack of food for these poor deep-sea flagships.

"Your elder sister doesn't have a hard life at all." After being here for so long, he also understood some of the things going on, especially the fact that she found Xue Cheng and surrendered voluntarily on the second day of the deep-sea incident, and even became a wedding ship. He knew it clearly.

She curled her lips, looked at him calmly, and said jokingly, "By the way, you didn't follow that guy just to have enough food to eat, did you?"

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