Today's tutelary fort remains peaceful.

"Soviet Union?" Lexington looked at her in surprise, then his gaze passed over Soviet Union's figure and turned towards the door. He saw that the door lock was completely damaged, and even the wooden door frame was affected, with cracks appearing in many places.

"The door is obviously not locked, you..." Lexington felt helpless.

"Eh? The door isn't locked?" Su Su was stunned and paused. She scratched her cheek, thought for a moment, and shook her head: "Ah, that kind of thing is fine. I've always felt that the door of the admiral's office is unnecessary. It doesn't matter if it's broken."

"Anyway, the existence of that door will only hinder the Admiral from listening to everyone's voice."

Lexington hesitated to speak. If the door was broken, some of the sounds would be heard by everyone.

So...be sure to fix the door as soon as possible!

Thanks to Long Jiaozi for the two monthly tickets~

Thanks to Eila for voting for a monthly ticket~

Thanks to Let Everything Go with the Wind for voting for a monthly ticket~

Two hundred and ninety-two, finalized

Chapter 292 Finalized ( words)

"Yes, it's the Soviet Union..." Xue Cheng looked at her, feeling a little guilty.

It was a few days ago that I was under the influence of a terrible drug and went on a hunting spree in the garrison, but was chased by a drunken Soviet Union and had to flee. It was still frightening to think about it now.

Xue Cheng doesn't hate girls who take the initiative. Rather, for someone like him who lacks experience in getting along with women, it is easier for him to get along with girls who take the initiative.

But if you are too proactive, it will cause some trouble, like the Soviet Union.

Judging from her appearance alone, the girl has a petite figure, a delicate and cute face, and seems somewhat quiet when silent. However, once she becomes drunk, her excessive enthusiasm is difficult for even Xue Cheng to bear.

Glancing at the crumbling gate, Xue Cheng laughed dryly and asked, "Is there something wrong with the Soviet Union?"

"Of course!" Su Su said loudly. Regardless of the presence of guests in the office, she quickly walked to Xue Cheng's desk, kicked off her sandals, and jumped onto the table with a strong push.

She supported herself with her hands, moved her knees and crawled in front of Xue Cheng. Her beautiful eyes, like amethyst, stared at Xue Cheng intently and said angrily, "I heard that the Admiral has been running around lately to collect everyone's opinions on the celebration."

Xue Cheng blinked and looked down at the open collar of Su Su's dress.

Well, although they are a little small, they are definitely real breasts, much better than Veneto's slightly breasts, and can be held in one hand.

Girl, the name Venetovsky is somewhat unworthy of the name.

Noticing Lexington's teasing gaze, Xue Cheng coughed lightly and said, "That's what happened."

"Then why haven't you come to our S Department?" Soviet Union's eyes were blazing. "Does he look down on us?"

Why? Isn't the answer obvious? Xue Cheng rolled his eyes inwardly.

Even Ji Ling, a fearless little expert in courting death, didn't dare to stay in the S system. He stayed by Veneto's side all day, flattering him and trying his best to please him. As a cautious person who followed the instinct of survival, how could Xue Cheng dare to provoke the S system?

You know, according to rumors, the S-series ship girls hold cocktail parties every day and drink strong liquor as if it were water all day long. They are terrifying.

It doesn't matter if the ship girls drink every day. The nature of their lives is very different from that of humans, and their bodies will not be damaged by alcohol. But Xue Cheng still wants to live a few more years.

So he backed off.

"This..." Xue Cheng hesitated and said defensively:

"That's not the case. You know there are so many factions in the tutelage. I need to visit them one by one. The S-faction just happened to be relegated to the back. Look, besides your S-faction, I haven't visited the J-faction or the F-faction yet."

In fact, it is only the F series, because Akagi has already taken care of the J series' work. As the eldest sister in the J series who can compete with Nagato, although Akagi only has some prestige in the eyes of little girls because of her foodie nature, no one should sing against her on this matter.

Especially the four King Kong-level idiots, as well as the lively and energetic girls like Falcon and Hayabusa.

"The Admiral is right." A girl's soft voice came from outside the door. As the shaky door was pushed open, Richelieu's figure appeared at the door.

"Richelieu? Why are you here too?" Xue Cheng was stunned.

Richelieu! After hearing this, Lin Xiaohe, who had been silent all this time, instantly widened her eyes and stared at the girl at the door without blinking.

In appearance, this blonde girl is somewhat different from her own Richelieu, and she exudes a strange aura.

Confident, strong, proud...

She was wearing a pair of sunglasses, a fashionable dress, carrying an expensive bag, and walking slowly in sandals, with a light scent of perfume wafting around.

The girl's steps are elegant, but not exaggerated or artificial. She is like a cover girl from a fashion magazine, with an amazing charm that makes people unable to look away.

"Wow! Sister is so beautiful." Lin Xiaohe held her hands to her heart and looked at Richelieu in ecstasy. The charm of a successful woman knows no gender. Lin Xiaohe felt that she was about to be mesmerized.

Richelieu smiled faintly and nodded to Lin Xiaohe: "Thank you, you are very cute too."

After receiving Richelieu's praise, Lin Xiaohe's expression became even more infatuated.

"..." Xue Cheng, who was watching coldly, suddenly understood what it meant that people of the same sex repel each other. Although the love-struck admiral in front of him was a woman, as a member of the same kind as himself, she still made Xue Cheng feel a little dangerous.

"Richelieu," Lexington greeted her.

"Lexington." Sister Li responded with a faint smile.

Placing his bag on the desk, Richelieu looked at the drunken girl climbing onto the desk. Because of her posture, her skirt could only barely cover her thighs. He pressed his forehead helplessly.

"Soviet Union, come down quickly, what does this look like?"

After being reminded, Su Su also realized that something was wrong at this time, but she did not feel embarrassed and said indifferently:

"What does it matter? We're all girls anyway. As for the Admiral, he can look as much as he wants."

"That won't do. If you get out like this, it will be embarrassing for all of us."

Richelieu said, ignoring Soviet Union's struggle, holding her under the armpits and forcibly carrying her down, then said:

"Regarding the celebration, we have discussed it with everyone before, and no one has any objections. We in the F department will support the admiral in this matter."

"That's good. Thank you all for your support." Xue Cheng breathed a sigh of relief without the Soviet Union pressing forward.

He looked at the white-haired girl, who had a pout and seemed a little unhappy, and hesitated before asking, "Regarding the celebration, do Richelieu and the Soviet Union have any suggestions?"

Sister Li smiled and shook her head. She didn't know how to plan a celebration, but there was no shortage of talented people in this area in the garrison, so there was no need to offer opinions from an outsider's perspective.

But the Soviet Union was different. Facing Xue Cheng's question, she frowned, thought for a moment, and said decisively: "Cocktail party."

"Cocktail party?" Xue Cheng looked confused.

"The theme of the celebration also includes celebrating the defeat of the deep-sea monster, right?" Soviet Union thought for a moment and said:

"Since we're talking about celebrations, of course, we need alcohol. Of course, low-alcohol drinks are completely inappropriate, so at this time, we need a glass of high-concentration vodka, such as this..."

As Su Su spoke, he took out a bottle of wine from the ship's space and placed it on the table in front of Xue Cheng.

It was a bottle of vodka. Although Xue Cheng didn't understand the Russian words printed on the label, the number representing the alcohol content almost made him faint.

Hey! This concentration of alcohol... can already be used as medical alcohol, right? Lighting a fire is just basic stuff, are you serious?

"Well..." Xue Cheng laughed dryly and said perfunctorily: "I will discuss the Soviet Union's proposal with everyone. Do you have any other suggestions?"

The Soviet Union tilted his head and thought for a moment: "That's all for now."

Xue Cheng nodded. Having received approval from both the F and S factions within a single day, all the major factions within the garrison had expressed support for the celebration. The only remaining faction was...

"Um, senior?" A spirited voice rang out. Xue Cheng and the others looked in the direction of the voice. Lin Xiaohe was sitting on the sofa, holding her hands high. Her face was filled with excitement, and her eyes were practically shining.

"I've been wondering about this before. Is your tutelary fort planning to host an event?"

"Yes, I want to celebrate because I defeated the deep-sea monster." It was not a secret, and Xue Cheng did not hide it.

"Is that so..." Lin Xiaohe pulled a bank card from her pocket and waved it in her hand. "Can I join in? I'll also help cover the expenses of the celebration."

Xue Cheng and Lexington looked at each other and shook their heads at the same time.

"If Miss Lin Xiaohe is interested, feel free to stay. As for the expenses, there's no need to mention anything." Lexington smiled faintly and said, "It's just a few more people. We can celebrate together."

"Yes." Xue Cheng also agreed.

"Then I won't be polite!" Lin Xiaohe nodded quickly without any pretense.

So that's how it was settled.

"Ah, there's more." Lin Xiaohe seemed to remember something and suddenly said, "The thing about the deep-sea ship girls that the senior mentioned..."

Xue Cheng thought for a moment and said, "It just so happens that I have to make a trip tomorrow. If you're interested, come along."

"Great!"

……

The bathhouse at the tutelary fort.

Although it requires krypton gold to unlock different styles of bathhouses in the game, when the game becomes reality, the rules and regulations that were once restricted by the game are gone. Such a huge naval base will naturally not have only a pitiful bathroom that can barely accommodate two ship girls.

In the huge bathtub made of white marble, Lin Xiaohe's Richelieu was wrapped in a bath towel and soaking in the warm hot water.

She closed her eyes, listening to the playful sounds coming from her ears, and slowly opened her eyes after a while.

In the center of the bathing pool, a pure white mermaid statue stands there holding a bottle in her hand, with clear water pouring out from the bottle mouth and flowing into the pool water below.

A blonde girl with blue eyes stood on the base of the mermaid statue, one hand on the statue's shoulder and the other on her waist, smiling smugly at the three girls below who were making admiring expressions.

There were also several little girls who were obviously submarines playing in the pool.

So silly… Richelieu couldn't help but laugh. That girl must be Kongo, right? She was indeed as clueless as the rumors said.

Richelieu was laughing when a young girl's voice came to his ears: "Finally, you're smiling. I was worried that the previous exercise would make you lose your temper. Now it seems that Miss Richelieu is not so fragile."

"Eh?" Richelieu looked in the direction of the voice and saw a girl with long golden hair, heterochromic eyes and plump breasts that almost burst the bath towel. She came to his side at some point and looked at him with a smile.

"Um, please tell me..." Richelieu's expression was a little hesitant. She didn't know the girl who came to talk to her.

"Joan of Arc." The girl lifted her hair from her temples and said with a smile, "Not the saint who saved the country in history. The first ship of the Joan of Arc class sends greetings to you."

"Ah, hello, I'm Richelieu, thank you for your guidance." Richelieu said quickly.

"I know. I was also present in the previous battle with the constellations." Joan of Arc said, pulling the towel on her chest uncomfortably, then simply took it off, folded it and put it aside.

"Ms. Richelieu is very powerful."

"That's not the case." Richelieu bit his lip and shook his head sadly.

"It's still far inferior to that Miss Constellation. In fact, until now, I don't know what experience I can gain from that battle."

As he spoke, Richelieu sighed softly:

"My firepower, accuracy, evasion, and attributes were almost completely crushed. Even if it happened again... no, ten times, a hundred times, I don't know how I should fight against such an opponent."

"Miss Constellation said before the battle that the difference in strength was too great, and even if we forced ourselves to practice, we wouldn't make any progress. It's funny how I dismissed such words back then. Now it seems... I was too arrogant."