Today's tutelary fort remains peaceful.

After a pause, Omi continued, "The closet is very quiet and dimly lit. You can fall asleep quickly if you lie down in it. If you feel stuffy, you can open the sliding door..."

"Really?" Xue Cheng was skeptical. Although a dark and quiet environment is conducive to sleep, would Omi feel comfortable in such a narrow space given his own terrible sleeping posture?

With the mentality of giving it a try, Xue Cheng went in.

"Snap." A soft sound came from behind, and the already dim candlelight was instantly blocked by the tightly closed sliding door, plunging into the pitch-black closet. A sinister laugh echoed, a hint of triumph. "Admiral... you finally hooked it."

"..." Xue Cheng silently looked towards the place where the sound came from, although he could not see anything in the pitch-black environment.

"Omi?"

"I'm here." Omi seemed to have long been accustomed to the pitch-black environment, and placed his palm on Xue Cheng's shoulder with ease.

Disguised as a shy little white rabbit in the bathroom, and then deliberately acted clumsy, these were all disguises just to paralyze the admiral.

Now that the situation is settled, the admiral can no longer escape and can discard his disguise.

This is the "clever trick" she came up with by referring to dozens of CDs and extracting the essence of the information.

Although Xue Cheng had no way of resisting Omi as long as she was willing, the girl felt that occasionally using some tactics to achieve her goals was quite fulfilling.

"Really?" Omi was feeling proud when he suddenly heard Xue Cheng sigh.

"Actually, I've been reflecting on myself recently. I wonder if I've been too weak, which is why you guys always put yourself in a strong position."

"Eh?" Omi blinked. Although she didn't quite understand what the admiral said, she was surprised by his calmness.

The person sitting next to me... is the Admiral, right?

Before Jin Jiang had time to think about it, the hand that was pressing on Xue Cheng's shoulder was suddenly grabbed. After a dizzying moment, when Jin Jiang came to his senses again, he found that his shoulders had been pressed down and he was lying on his back on the bed. A hot breath came from his side, and it was getting closer and closer.

"Ti..." Before Omi could finish his words, they were stuck in his throat and turned into a sweet hum.

……

"Ariaki." A cold call reached the ears of Battleship No. 13. The girl came back to her senses and looked at the girl wearing a kimono, with long white hair tied behind her head, and a little smell of alcohol, putting a cup in front of her.

"Thank you, Kaga." Battleship No. 13 looked a little dazed. For some reason, she felt uneasy, as if she had lost something very important. "I'm not feeling well, so I won't drink with you."

"This isn't wine." Kaga was speechless. "It's just a cup of ordinary tea."

"Oh! I'm sorry!" Battleship No. 13 then noticed a tea stalk floating in the cup and quickly apologized.

Kaga hesitated to speak. Akagi, who was sitting on the other side and eating Japanese confectionery, puffed out his cheeks like a greedy hamster and said in a vague tone, "Well, don't worry, even Kaga wouldn't serve alcohol to guests at this time of year."

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"That kind of explanation is totally unnecessary." Kaga tapped Akagi's head casually, then sat down next to her, picked up the fried beans on the table and put them into his mouth, then opened the wine flask he carried with him and took a sip of wine.

"Ha..." Kaga exhaled a breath of alcohol comfortably, and a hint of bright red appeared on his fair cheeks.

Sitting upright, as if attending some formal occasion, 65 sat beside Battleship No. , looking at Kaga, his throat moving slightly: "Actually, I think drinking some alcohol before bed can effectively improve sleep quality."

"Oh?" Kaga raised an eyebrow. She gently shook the wine jug in her hand and found that there was still a lot of wine in it. She tentatively handed it to 65: "Kuroji, would you like some?"

"Obedience is worse than respect." A hint of heat flashed across 65's eyes. He took the wine jug handed to him by Kaga and drank it directly.

"I don't understand you guys." Battleship No. 13 held up the scalding cup of tea and took small sips. "Wine is bitter and spicy, what's so good about it?"

"That's what I'm saying..." Akagi kept stuffing the Japanese confectionery in front of him into his mouth. "Although I sometimes drink some alcohol, I can't do it like Kaga, who drinks all day long. What's the appeal of this stuff?"

Kaga took the wine flask that 65 handed back and glanced at her. "I don't understand why someone like you, who never uses his mouth except when sleeping, doesn't gain weight. Where does all the food you eat go?"

Akagi pursed his lips, put down the Japanese confectionery he was about to pass to his mouth, and said aggrievedly: "Ah! You complain that I eat too much again! Kaga, do you not like me anymore?"

Kaga's expression was cold and unmoved: "Don't talk nonsense, you should say this to the Admiral."

"Tsk." Akagi opened his palm and looked at it, pouting and saying with a resentful tone, "I don't want to tell that big liar who doesn't keep his word. I clearly promised... Humph!"

Battleship No. 13 retracted her fingers and covered the ring she was wearing, for fear of touching Akagi's sensitive nerves. Battleship No. 13 had also heard about her and the admiral.

It is said that the admiral once planned to give Akagi a ring, but when the time came, it was interrupted by something. After that, the matter of giving the ring was shelved and never mentioned again.

It would have been fine if she hadn't won the admiral's favor from the beginning, but she was just one step away from becoming the admiral's wife, but it became an unattainable world. This made Akagi feel very uncomfortable, and over time it became a thorn in her heart.

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One hundred and ninety, the wind stops and the rain stops

Is Akagi's obsession with food due to this incident? Battleship No. 13 wondered secretly.

Sorry, that’s not the case. This one is just full because of greed!

If Kaga could hear the thoughts of battleship No. 13, he would definitely answer like this.

Outside the window, there was a violent storm with lightning and thunder, and it looked like it wouldn't stop any time soon. The four of them sat around the table in the living room and chatted for a while, then got up to clean up two rooms and went back to rest.

The next morning, the weather was fine.

Battleship No. 13 woke up early. She was wearing pajamas and opened the window of the guest room. A cool morning breeze blew in, making the girl, whose mind was still a little hazy, clear up.

"Ouch, it's so cold!"

After a night of wind and rain, the already fresh air on the island seemed to become even fresher and clearer. Battleship No. 13 breathed in greedily, enjoying this rare experience.

"Ariaki, good morning." Akagi's voice came from the yard. Battleship No. 13 looked over and saw a girl in kimono holding a broom, cleaning the fallen leaves and petals on the ground.

"Akagi, good morning." Battleship No. 13 greeted her. She stretched her body, and the slightly short hem of her pajamas was immediately pulled up by her movement, revealing her slender waist.

"Youming, wait a moment, I'll prepare breakfast right away." Akagi swept the fallen leaves into a pile.

"Ah, no need to bother." Battleship No. 13 said quickly, "You don't need to prepare my breakfast. I need to go back first."

"Eh?" Akagi was a little surprised. "Why are you in such a hurry? Can't you go back after breakfast?"

Battleship No. 13 swallowed her saliva. Akagi was not only a foodie, she was also proficient in Japanese cuisine. Under normal circumstances, even if Akagi did not actively invite her, she would shamelessly stay and eat for free. However, today was different.

"Omi is still home." Battleship No. 13 suppressed his craving for food and said helplessly, "She's been home alone since yesterday afternoon. That idiot can't cook, not even operate a gas stove. I'm afraid she's been eating fruits and vegetables all day. I need to go back and check on her."

"I see... That's indeed a problem." Akagi tapped his head with a headache and said, "Ms. Omi, like Miss Kurohime, seems to have difficulty with kitchen utensils."

"It's not just kitchen utensils." Battleship No. 13's mouth twitched, and he said expressionlessly, "Most electronic products, in their hands, will become extremely sophisticated high-tech devices. You have no idea how much effort I put into teaching those two guys how to use mobile phones..."

A trace of pity flashed in Akagi's eyes: "Youming, you have worked so hard."

"It's okay, I'm used to it..."

After a quick cleanup, Battleship No. 13 changed into the clothes that Akagi had found for her and headed home.

Pulling open the frosted glass sliding door, Battleship No. 13 looked at the dim entrance and habitually pressed the light switch. A crisp sound came... The room was still dim.

"Oh, I forgot. The circuit failure has not been repaired yet." Battleship No. 13 stuck out his tongue and looked around guiltily. Fortunately, no one saw this scene.

Turning back to close the door, Battleship No. 13 changed into slippers and walked in: "I'm back!"

There was no response, but Battleship No. 65 was not surprised. Usually at this time, Omi and were still sleeping, and would only get up, wash up, and start kendo training about twenty minutes later.

Battleship No. 13 went straight to the second floor, came to Omi's room and knocked on the door, then opened the door and walked in without waiting for a response.

The room had not been ventilated all night and a strange smell was floating in the air. Battleship No. 13 frowned and looked around. The room was clean and tidy, without the garbage he had imagined. A small table was placed in the middle of the room, with a burnt-out candlestick on it.

"What's that smell..." Battleship No. 13 covered her nose and opened the window for ventilation. Feeling the fresh air blowing in with the breeze, sweeping away the turbid air, Battleship No. 13 exhaled. Then she walked to the closet, bent her fingers and knocked on the sliding door and said, "Omi? Are you there? I'm back."

"Hmm..." A long nasal sound came from the closet, and Omi's somewhat dazed voice came out: "It's... Ariaki, good morning..."

"So you're here." The idiot's voice sounded lazy and he seemed very tired. Apart from that, it was no different from usual. Battleship No. 13 breathed a sigh of relief, opened the closet door, and said, "I'm sorry for leaving you home alone yesterday. I..."

"Bang." Battleship No. 13 closed its door. She rubbed her eyes, a trace of confusion crossing her face: "Am I just...dizzy?"

When I opened the door again, the same scene appeared before my eyes. It was not an illusion nor a dazzle.

A throbbing vein gradually bulged on Battleship No. 13's forehead. He was worried about whether she would get into trouble at home alone, but this guy actually took down the admiral without saying a word?!

So, I'm the idiot for worrying about this guy!

……

Sitting at the dining table, Xue Cheng held a large bowl and ate noodles with a slurp.

Although this bowl of noodles only had some salt and soy sauce, and the noodles were fresh noodles stored in the refrigerator, Xue Cheng still ate it with relish.

After tossing and turning all night, Xue Cheng only had a light sleep at dawn. He was already starving. He would eat a steamed bun with great relish. A bowl of noodle soup with a fried egg and vegetables was simply the ultimate delicacy for him.

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Battleship No. 13 sat opposite him, holding his chin with one hand, his eyes moving back and forth between Xue Cheng and Omi who was drinking from a bowl of noodles beside him.

"Huh..." Omi put the bowl down and let out a long breath. She raised her arm and wiped her mouth vigorously, then gave Xue Cheng a thumbs up: "The noodles cooked by the Admiral are so delicious. Do you have any more?"

"There is still one portion left in the pot, please wait a moment." Xue Cheng took the bowl of noodles from Omi, walked out slowly, and soon came back with a full bowl of noodles.

Placing the noodles in front of Omi, Xue Cheng's face lit up with a smile as he watched the girl eat them like a starving ghost.

A gaze full of resentment fell on Xue Cheng's face. He seemed to sense something and looked up. Battleship No. 13 was pouting and looking away.

"Uh..." Xue Cheng blinked, his eyes falling on the untouched bowl of noodles in front of the girl. He asked carefully, "Youming, why aren't you eating? Is it not to your liking?"

Battleship No. 13 turned his head to the side: "Thank you, I'm not hungry yet."

"Eh? Ariaki, aren't you hungry?" Omi fished out the last noodle from the bowl. Upon hearing Battleship No. 13's words, he immediately stood up and went to take her bowl of noodles. "In that case... don't waste it. Leave it to me."

"Snap!" A red mark appeared on the back of Omi's hand, and she shrank back as if she had been electrocuted. The girl held her palm, tears in the corners of her eyes, and glared at the 13th battleship aggrievedly: "Ariaki! What are you doing!"

Battleship No. 13 had a blank expression on his face, and placed his chopsticks back on the table. "I've already eaten my third bowl, do you want more? Be careful not to overeat."

"You know how much I eat," Omi blew on the back of his hand, muttering in dissatisfaction, "Besides, I used up a lot of energy last night. How can I recover if I don't eat more?"

Battleship No. 13 glared at her fiercely: "Idiot! Things like that should just be kept to yourself, don't bring it up!"

"Oh." Omi responded nonchalantly, then his eyes turned and his gaze fell on the bowl of noodles on Battleship No. 13 again. He swallowed quietly: "Ariaki, if you don't want to eat it, just give it to me. Don't waste food."

Battleship No. 13 quickly picked up the bowl of noodles, picked up the noodles that had begun to soften with chopsticks and put them into his mouth, in order to stop Omi from coveting his breakfast: "Who said I don't eat?"

"Is Omi still not full?" Xue Cheng looked at his half-eaten bowl of noodles and tentatively pushed it towards Omi.

Under normal circumstances, he would never give away half of his food to others, but it was different for Omi. No matter from which perspective, they were already husband and wife, and there was no need to care about such a small matter.

"Ah! Really? Thank you, Admiral!" Omi didn't care that the bowl of noodles had been eaten by Xue Cheng before. He cheered, grabbed the bowl and started eating it with relish.

Battleship No. 13 lowered its head, biting noodles in its mouth, its expression full of resentment.

It's so nice to be pampered by the admiral. If I hadn't gone to Akagi's house yesterday, maybe...