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Xue Cheng wanted to say more, but at this moment Qingye, his eyes gleaming, thrust his sword forward: "Admiral, be careful! I'm coming!"

Xue Cheng tried to defend himself hastily. He didn't know how to use a sword at all, so he simply used the bamboo sword as a stick to block Qingye's attack.

"Pah! Pah! Pah..." After seven crisp clashes, even though Qingye had slowed down his attack speed and swung his sword at a straight angle without any tricky changes, Xue Cheng still couldn't hold on and was hit on the back of his hand by the sword, knocking his weapon down.

"Admiral, you lost." Qingye said proudly.

"Hmm..." Xue Cheng rubbed the back of his hand, smiled bitterly and picked up the bamboo sword.

He was easily defeated by a weak-looking girl, who was obviously holding back. Fortunately, she was his own ship girl, otherwise it would have been too embarrassing.

Enterprise patted the tatami and laughed heartily: "The Admiral is too weak to be defeated so easily by Aoba."

Xue Cheng made a bitter face and said unhappily, "If you are so powerful, why don't you come and compete with Qingye? Do you want me to lend you my sword?"

Enterprise shrugged, she wouldn't ask for trouble.

Just as he was about to make another joke, a calm voice suddenly rang out: "Admiral, let go of your hands. Let me see."

Qiye looked over in surprise. Fu Bo had come to Xue Cheng's side at some point, holding his injured hand and examining it carefully in front of his eyes.

"It's a little red and swollen, but I'm not hurt at all. That's great."

Qingye narrowed his eyes, secretly alert in his heart. When did Fukibo run over? He had been paying attention to the admiral the whole time, so why didn't he notice?

Could it be that... Fu Bo is actually a very powerful master?

Aoba looked at the girl who was blowing air on the back of Xue Cheng's hand, hesitated for a moment, and said to Omi who was sitting beside him: "I have a general understanding of the admiral's strength. Let Shikiba and I fight and see."

"Eh? Let's not do that." Fukibo tilted his head and looked over. "Well, I don't know any swordsmanship at all. If I compete with Aoba, I'll get beaten, right?"

"This..." Omi maintained his master image and looked at Aoba hesitantly.

"It's okay, I will hold back and won't hurt you." Qingye was eager to try. She felt a threat from Fukiba's body and thought he might be a good opponent.

"Well... okay." Fu Bo hesitated for a moment, then took the bamboo sword from Xue Cheng's hand. Without any nervousness, he and Qingye walked aside and said, "Please give me some advice."

Qingye saluted and attacked with his sword: "I'm coming."

There was no sound of bamboo swords clashing, nor the dull thud of a body being struck. Fu Bo looked at the bamboo sword, which was only a few centimeters from his throat, then at the weapon in his hand, which he hadn't even raised in time, and said calmly, "I lost."

"..." Qingye silently retracted the bamboo sword. She felt like she was punching the air. She clearly felt threatened by the opponent's body, but she actually won so easily?

Could it be that... the threat he felt didn't come from his swordsmanship?

"Ahem..." Omi cleared his throat and said seriously, "I have a rough idea of ​​the Admiral and Shiki's strength. Now, let's have a fight, you two."

Xue Cheng could no longer bear it and said helplessly: "Please, you haven't taught us anything yet, and you let us fight, what's the point?"

"Of course," Omi said slowly, "this is the essence of my style of swordsmanship. Discarding flashy, empty moves, everything starts from actual combat, honing a swordsmanship that is truly practical and suited to one's own needs."

"I see." Xue Cheng took Fu Bo's hand and turned to leave: "Goodbye."

"Eh hey hey? Admiral? Okay, I'm not kidding anymore. Come back, don't leave! Hey! Admiral! I was wrong!"

……

"I'm so tired." After finishing a set of training, Xue Cheng walked down from the equipment, took the water cup and drank it gulply. There were large stains of sweat on his light-colored sports vest. He put down the water cup, held on to the chair and slowly sat down, his face full of fatigue.

"Admiral?" Georgievlov came over. She tilted her head and asked in surprise, "I calculated the amount of training today carefully. How come I'm so tired?"

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Xue Cheng smiled bitterly and shook his head. He didn't answer and just stood there gasping for breath.

How could I not be tired? I'd been tossing and turning all night last night, and had gone for a run this morning. Plus, I'd received swordsmanship instruction from Omi along with Shikibo. The fact that I could still stand after over an hour of strength training was a testament to my physical fitness.

Georgievlov looked at Xue Cheng suspiciously, but she didn't know how to read minds, so she couldn't tell anything from his expression. She shook her head and said, "Let's stop here for today's training. Admiral, go back and have a good rest."

Hearing what George Evlov said, Richelieu, who had been waiting on the side, came over immediately.

"Admiral, it's time to fulfill your promise today, right?" Richelieu stared at Xue Cheng's expression, unwilling to miss any change.

"Today?" Xue Cheng's eyes widened as he pleaded, "Can you be flexible? How about tomorrow?"

Richelieu had an expression that suggested she had expected this. She kept a straight face, ignoring Xue Cheng's bitter expression, and said seriously, "You promised me, you will definitely do it next time."

Xue Cheng tried to persuade him: "But I also said that I will give you an explanation today, or tomorrow at the latest."

Richelieu remained unmoved: "And then? You can tell me something tomorrow and maybe next time? No way! The Admiral must come to my place today. Not even Lexington can take the Admiral away from me again!"

Georgievlov watched coldly, she seemed to understand something, as to why the admiral acted so weak today, it seemed that she had the answer.

"..." Xue Cheng had no choice but to pick up his belongings and go to the bathroom, trying to get away with it.

However, the bold French girl was determined to get a result this time. When Xue Cheng came to the bathroom, she followed him in. Xue Cheng hid in the cubicle to wash his body. Richelieu simply broke the door lock, then walked in and helped him wipe his back despite Xue Cheng's protests. After they were done, he even took the initiative to help Xue Cheng wash and hang up the clothes he had taken off.

"Okay, I give up." After changing his clothes with Richelieu's help, Xue Cheng looked at the girl standing in front of him, biting her lips, and said helplessly, "I'm scared of you. I'll definitely give in this time. Okay?"

Richelieu smiled triumphantly.

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204. Li Family

"Well, why hasn't my elder sister come back today?" The girl with short light pink hair was lying lazily on the sofa with a pillow in her arms. She held a mobile phone in one hand and used the other hand to pick up the strawberries on the coffee table next to her and put them into her mouth.

The fresh strawberries still had little crystal water droplets on them, exuding a fresh fragrance, which was particularly tempting. The girl picked up one, carefully removed the tender green strawberry stem, and then put the fruit, which still had water droplets on it, into her mouth.

Her teeth gently crushed the skin of the fruit, and a burst of sweet juice burst out, exploding on her taste buds. The girl wiped the water stains from her fingers with a tissue and said intoxicatedly, "Today's strawberries are really delicious."

"Ah..." The girl sitting on the other side, with short light blond hair slightly damp, as if she had just washed it, and a petite figure with inconspicuous breasts, showed a disgusted expression: "I really can't stand you, Jean Bal, can't you sit up when eating? Be careful not to drip juice on the sofa."

"Don't worry, I've been extra careful so that kind of thing won't happen." The girl named Jean Bart said nonchalantly, but still sat up obediently.

Just when the other party thought that Jean Bart had listened to his advice, he saw him crawling to his side using his hands and feet, staring at him without blinking.

"What are you doing?" She sensed the crisis and asked guiltily, while moving her body backward, ready to escape at any time.

"Pah!" Jean Bart stretched out his slightly damp and cool fingers and pinched her cheek, applying a little pressure. "Hey, Clemenceau, I don't remember teaching you to call me by my name."

"Go away." Clemenceau shook off Jeanbart's fingers and wiped his cheek with the back of his hand in disgust. "How disgusting! Your hands are stained with juice. Remember to wash them before touching me next time."

"Oh... my sister dislikes me." Jean Bart made a heartbroken expression, cupped his hands over his heart, and cried, "I suffered from the cold violence of my sister."

"Don't give me that." Clemenceau would not accept that as an insult. She knew very well that her sister was not only lazy, but also had a bad character who liked to find fun in others.

If she wasn't so lazy, she would have joined the troublemaking group headed by Wisconsin and Indomitable and stirred up trouble in the naval base.

"Don't be so cold." Seeing that Clemenceau ignored her, Jean Bart rolled his eyes, reached out and took a strawberry from the plate, cleaned it and handed it to her mouth: "Come, sister will feed you a strawberry, open your mouth, ah"

Clemenceau glanced at her and didn't want to pay any attention to her, but Jean Bart refused to give up and kept touching her lips with the strawberry. Clemenceau couldn't stand it anymore and finally opened his mouth and ate the fruit.

"I heard from my elder sister that the admiral might come today or tomorrow, and asked me to clean the house." Clemenceau, eating a strawberry, answered Jean Bart's initial question with a slightly slurred voice: "Maybe he's with the admiral right now."

"Admiral?" Jean Bart's eyes rolled around, then he shook his hand and said, "That's impossible. I heard the Admiral has been living in Lexington recently. I admit that my eldest sister is very capable, but it's impossible for my eldest sister to snatch someone from Lexington and her eccentric sister alone, right?"

"Speaking of which, why did Big Sister only tell you about this? How come I knew nothing about it?"

Facing Jean Bart's doubts, Clemenceau curled his lips and said disdainfully, "Because you are too lazy. Even if I tell you, you will probably pretend not to hear it."

This made Barr glare at him unhappily, but he didn't refute.

Just as the younger sister said, she likes to slack off, and even if she receives a task assigned by her elder sister, she will definitely find various excuses to shirk it. It is absolutely impossible to expect her to do her job honestly.

"Let's not talk about this for now. Shouldn't you clean up and change your clothes?" Clemenceau looked at Jean Bart. Her thin dress was wrinkled because she had just woken up. Her beautiful light pink short hair was a little messy. Her expression was listless, as if she had not slept enough.

"If my sister and the admiral come back and see you like this, they will definitely laugh at you."

Jean Bar waved his hand and said casually, "Don't worry, that won't happen."

Clemenceau tried to persuade him: "What if..."

"No matter what happens, there's no way my sister will be able to defeat Lexington." Jean Bart covered his mouth and chuckled. "Maybe my sister can bring the admiral back in the future, but it definitely won't be today."

"Click." The sound of a door lock being opened came from the direction of the entrance, and the faint voices of two people talking floated in.

Clemenceau looked at her with pity.

Jean Bal's smile froze on his face: "No, no way?"

As the door closed and there was a rustling sound, two figures walked in from the direction of the entrance.

"I'm back..." Richelieu took Xue Cheng's arm and looked at the living room in surprise.

The living room, which was clean and tidy when I left in the afternoon, now became a little messy. There were several plastic bags filled with fruits on the coffee table. The glass coffee table, which was originally wiped clean, was littered with piles of fruit cores and strawberry stems. The sticky juice left marks on the glass, but the trash can was clearly not far away.

Looking at the sofa again, he saw his younger sister Clemenceau, neatly dressed and sitting elegantly beside him. When she saw him, she greeted him calmly.

On the other hand, the other person had slightly messy light pink short hair and a white dress that was wrinkled and stuck to her body. It was obvious that she had just woken up. There was even a red mark on her cheek from sleeping. She was staring at him blankly.

"Jean Bart." Richelieu's eyebrows twitched unconsciously, and there was a faint flame burning in her clear eyes. She began to regret not greeting the other party in advance, so that the admiral saw her in such an ugly state.

Jeanbal's mouth twitched wildly. She cleared her throat, forced a smile and said, "Sister, sister, please listen to my explanation. It's not like that..."

The girl's voice gradually faded. "Explain? What's there to explain?" The facts were already before her eyes. Any excuses at this point would seem pale and powerless.

Xue Cheng held back his laughter. He didn't think it was a big deal. He had the impression that he always saw similar scenes when visiting relatives. Compared to this casual attitude, he actually didn't like being treated with ceremony.

"Alright." Xue Cheng patted Richelieu's hand on his arm and said, "It's not like we're entertaining guests. It's just me, the host, returning home. There's no need to be so formal, right?"

Richelieu's eyes gradually softened, she exhaled and whispered, "Yes."

Giving Jean Bart a dangerous look, signaling her to clear the coffee table, Richelieu looked at Clemenceau: "I didn't seem to see you two in the cafeteria just now? Did you have a good dinner?"

"I've already eaten." Clemenceau said with an elegant demeanor, like a rich lady.

Some of Clemenceau's lines in the game seem arrogant, strong-willed, and he likes to put on airs. Sometimes he even shows disdain for others, which once made Xue Cheng feel disgusted. However, after learning all his lines, Xue Cheng felt a little distressed.

The arrogant Clemenceau is just a coward. As a ship girl, she was not born into a wealthy family, and her historical experiences also added a bit of tragedy to her. In order to live well in the naval base, the girl who was born with inferiority had to wear a mask and pretend to be arrogant, just to prevent others from touching her inner fragility.

After learning everything about Clemenceau, Xue Cheng felt very distressed, so he gave her a ring. This ring was originally intended for her sister, Jean Bart, one of the absolute main forces of the assault team and the powerful missile battleship.

On the way back, Xue Cheng thought of Clemenceau and tactfully asked Richelieu about the situation of the third Richelieu-class ship, hoping to establish a good relationship with her.

However, through Richelieu's words, Xue Cheng learned that Clemenceau was no longer the unconfident person she was before. Her decent panel attributes combined with her extremely terrifying output skills allowed her to repeatedly make contributions in Xue Cheng's fleet, and she often appeared in the assault teams during activities.