It is Kokang and Changchun

　At the same time, at Huanmeng headquarters, Suzuran-nyan also issued a similar order: "Clover Theater will operate normally, and Warship Girls will be temporarily suspended for three days for rectification..."

　As a result, on February 11, 2021, the domestic servers of two well-known mobile games of KanColle were temporarily shut down almost at the same time, which became a hot topic in the KanColle circle on New Year's Eve and Spring Festival in 2021. Relevant players in QQ groups, Tieba, Weibo, Bilibili, etc. were all discussing this matter, so much so that it even made it to the top three of Bilibili's hot search list.

　Among the many heated discussions and debates, the majority of people's opinions on the temporary suspension of Kanba B are that the yellow line has finally been crossed and the iron fist has been crushed. However, the opinions on the temporary suspension of Kanba R have not been determined yet, and there are many different opinions.

　Chapter 21: Daily Life of Three Expulsions

　Ever since the emergency temporary suspension of service for Ship R and Ship B for three days, Suzuran Cat and President Mumu have been waiting for the "Final Judgment" in fear and anxiety every day.

　However, the "judgment" has yet to come, and the relevant departments have been arguing endlessly over the handling of these two games. They were forced to hold a meeting and vote, and the final result was a narrow vote to retain the games. However, this retention came at the cost of stricter guidance and regulation of these two games.

　When the two learned that their game was saved, they felt as if they had escaped a thermonuclear attack. They thanked their ancestors and shed tears of relief and excitement, but they also felt that the great success of this escape game was destined by heaven.

　After being "caught" in Changchun, the three sisters were assigned to specific residences along with their captain and his family. Actually, these so-called specific residences were just ordinary residential areas, with ordinary people living upstairs and downstairs.

　Initially, the relevant departments wanted to place them in a "secluded" villa, but later they decided that this would attract more attention and would be detrimental to maintaining confidentiality. They also didn't want Changchun to remain in that small circle, as it would be detrimental to her and her friends' development and socialization.

　On the first night of their new home, Changchun and her companions, the captain and his family, prepared a sumptuous New Year's Eve dinner together.

　Although Changchun and Taiyuan were cooking for the first time, the food they made did not sound like that of a novice at all.

　"What's beef stew with potatoes? This is the gulash I made myself." Changchun tried to clarify the captain's misunderstanding of the dish.

　On the other hand, Anshan next to it is like a magician. No matter how good the food and ingredients are, once she throws them into the pot, after her processing, they will eventually become an indescribable mass.

　"Anshan, you... I can only say that your cooking skills are deeply inherited from Sweetheart Superman." Captain Changchun's granddaughter looked at the mass of substance made by Anshan on the plate.

　Anshan was puzzled: "Sweetheart Superman? What the hell is that?"

　"It doesn't matter. Anyway, your cooking... has a lot of room for improvement. Keep going."

　Anshan took the encouragement very positively and said, "Thank you. I will keep trying when I have time."

　"..."

　After the New Year's Eve dinner was served, everyone gathered around two tables and took their seats. Changchun and the others hadn't yet mastered chopsticks, so the three of them essentially used them like barbecue skewers, shoveling food from the plates. The captains and humans remained silent, expressing their understanding.

　After tasting the Changchun-made gulash, the captain praised the deliciousness of the dish, saying, "Well, it's really good, and it's definitely different from the usual beef stew with potatoes. It's a bit too salty, though, and there's a bit too much oil..."

　"Ah? Is this still salty? I was about to say that the dishes you cooked were bland, Captain." Changchun smacked his lips and said.

　Captain Changchun: "Anshan, Taiyuan, do you think my cooking is bland?"

　Taiyuan replied: "Well... Actually, except for me and my sisters, the dishes cooked by everyone else... are indeed a bit bland."

　The humans present all felt that the dishes cooked by Changchun and the others were too salty and oily, while the ship girls present all felt that the dishes cooked by humans were bland and did not use enough oil.

　"This might be a Russian ship. People always say on the Internet that Russians eat heavy food. I didn't expect that the ship girls are the same." Captain Changchun's granddaughter shrugged and interjected.

　Halfway through the meal, Anshan's captain, Su Haiyin, took out a bottle of Wuliangye liquor, placed it on the table, and said, "Everyone, what's a delicious meal without good wine to complement it? This is a bottle of Wuliangye liquor I've treasured for almost ten years, and I usually don't drink it. But today, on this special day, I'll make an exception! Come on, let me fill your glasses..."

　"What, there's wine?!" This was the common inner monologue of Anshan, Changchun and Taiyuan after seeing the wine. Their eyes suddenly turned into stars, and they cast eager gazes at the bottle of Wuliangye, as if they wanted to drink the bottle of wine in one gulp.

　"Changchun, what are you looking at? This is for adults to drink. Why are you, a child, joining in the fun? It's not good for your health. Go drink your Orange Juice." The captain of Changchun noticed that the six sighting and observation equipment of the three destroyers opposite were staring directly at Wuliangye, so he scolded.

　When the captain refused her request for a drink, Changchun narrowed her eyes slightly, puffed out her cheeks, and sulked to express her dissatisfaction. Looking at the fragrant baijiu, she came up with an idea. She crossed her legs, folded her hands over her chest, and said to the captain, "Minors can't drink, right?"

　"That's for sure." The captain didn't

　There is denial.

　Changchun smiled like a prey in the middle of a circle and said, "I was launched in 1939 and outfitted in 41. I seem to be quite a bit older than you, Captain? You can drink, so why can't I?"

　"Of course, Changchun. It's important for people to know themselves. Nowadays, women over a certain age are reluctant to tell the truth about their age. They are obviously old ladies but still pretend to be young. It's really sad."

　The Changchun captain continued, "You have the courage to admit that you are an old woman. That's commendable. I admire you."

　Changchun, intent on setting a trap for her captain, was instead stabbed back. Her face flushed and paled, her eyes forming a flat "V" as she defended herself: "Humph! ... I... I'm not an old woman! Do I look like one to you?!"

　"Since you deny using your actual age as a criterion for judgment and instead rely on your physical appearance, then aren't you a minor now? Therefore, you still can't drink."

　"Woo..." Changchun sat forward like a deflated ball, feeling frustrated and could only drink the juice in his cup.

　Changchun was puzzled. The captain's words just now sounded strange, but why couldn't he find any fault with it?

　The captain suppressed a laugh and gulped down the liquor in his cup. He said to Changchun, "You want to fight me? After so many years of service, I know everything about your equipment, inside and out. The moment your boiler goes off, I know what color smoke your chimney will emit."

　After he finished speaking, everyone at the table burst into laughter, and the restaurant and living room were filled with a happy atmosphere.

　After a while, the delicacies were gone, the cups and plates were in a mess, and everyone washed the dishes and cleaned the kitchen utensils. After everything was cleaned up, after a simple greeting and farewell, everyone went back to their homes.

　After finishing the work, Changchun was taken to the room by the captain's granddaughter, who carefully looked at Changchun, who was as delicate and cute as a porcelain doll.

　"Um...Comrade, is there anything wrong?" The captain's granddaughter's gaze made Changchun feel a little uncomfortable.

　"That's too formal. Just call me by my name. My name is Kong Siyu. It's okay. I was just taking a look... Wow, it's exactly the same as in the game." The captain's granddaughter revealed her full name and her evaluation of Changchun.

　Kong Siyu pinched Changchun's soft and elastic face and said, "Little Changchun is the cutest~ Did you know? In the game, my first ring was given to you."

　"What...what? Can you get married in this game?" Changchun said in shock.

　Kong Siyu was surprised that Changchun knew about this game and asked, "Oh, Changchun actually knows about Warship Girls? How did you know?"

　"I met a player of this game before, and he told me." Changchun answered truthfully.

　"So, Xiao Changchun, are you interested in this game? I can take you there~"

　As we all know, the average player of Ship R has the attribute of a missionary. Kong Siyu began to try to drag Changchun into this abyss of "no return".

　So, while Kong Siyu was recommending "Warship Girls" and "Azur Lane" to Changchun, she also taught her how to use computers, mobile phones, the Internet, and some smart home appliances and what to pay attention to.

　After teaching Changchun some basic usage methods, he began to promote a financial management platform software called Gaseous Dihydrogen Monoxide (international version) to Changchun.

　"If you don't have this thing, the Internet will be boring." Kong Siyu kindly reminded Changchun.

　Time always speeds up without people noticing, and in the blink of an eye it was already past 11pm. Changchun said good night to Kong Siyu and went back to his room to sleep, but was stopped by Kong Siyu.

　"Comrade Changchun, don't worry, it's still early. I want to know more about you~"

　As he spoke, Kong Siyu passed his hands through Changchun's armpits from behind, and gently grasped the pair of upright bridges. He breathed hot air into Changchun's ears and whispered softly: "Damn, why are yours so big? Lianki's mother really loves you... hehehe. Come sleep with me tonight~"

　Changchun wanted to break free, but for some reason, the ship girl had a tremendous strength comparable to her own body, but she couldn't use it at this moment. Now she was like a powerless human girl who could only be manipulated by others.

　Kong Siyu pushed Changchun onto the bed and turned off the light in the room.

　The next morning, Kong Siyu was lying on the messy bed, hugging Changchun tightly as if he were a life-size pillow, and was immersed in a dream.

　Suddenly, Changchun opened her eyes abruptly and sat up from the bed with a somersault, accidentally knocking Kong Siyu off the bed beside her. She then quickly picked up the quilt next to her and began to fold the tofu cubes. It was not until she was halfway through that she realized something was wrong...

　"блядь! (F*cking hell!) It was that guy who was disturbing everyone by blowing his whistle so early in the morning. Why did he have to blow the assembly call?! I'll tie you up and send you to Siberia to dig potatoes!"

　At the same time, at the Qindao Naval Museum's dock, a warship with the hull number 103 suddenly blew its whistle, resounding throughout the surrounding area. This startled the security guards, who had just finished breakfast and were about to resume their daily shift, so much so that they lost all their sleep.

　After calming down, a security guard said, "Why did the ship suddenly blow its whistle?"

　Chapter 22: The Daily Life of Three Expulsions (2)

　"Uh... Changchun, what are you doing so early in the morning?"

　Kong Siyu, who was accidentally knocked off the bed by Changchun when he got up, rubbed his waist with his right hand and grabbed the edge of the bed with his left hand to support himself to stand up from the ground.

　I am confused and puzzled by Changchun’s behavior.

　"Really? I don't know which cyka just got up so early in the morning and blew the assembly whistle, it made me react instantly. To use the words you taught me yesterday, it seems like... uh... 'DNA moved?'"

　Changchun's grumpiness from waking up had not completely subsided, and there was still a hint of anger in his words.

　Kong Siyu was at a loss for words and said, "I thought it was something else, but it turns out to be just this. Close the window, put on earplugs, and take a nap, and everything will be fine, right?" After saying that, Kong Siyu took the earplug box from the desk and handed it to Changchun.

　"Thank you, but it's not necessary. It doesn't matter whether we, the ship girls, sleep or not. We are fine if we don't sleep. We will be more energetic if we sleep. Oh, by the way, Happy New Year, Comrade Siyu~"

　Changchun continued to fold the quilt, got out of bed and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

　In the bathroom, Changchun looked at herself in the mirror. This was the first time she saw her complete appearance in the mirror after becoming a ship girl.

　If judged by East Asian aesthetic standards, Changchun's face and height would be considered young. But she is a proper Maomei after all, with European physique and appearance, and Europeans generally look older (in our eyes), so from the perspective of locals, Changchun is still considered a loli, but the premise is to ignore her firm chest.

　Brushing teeth only took a few minutes. After Changchun finished washing her mouth, she put the toothbrush, cup and towel back in their original places. When she was about to go to the restaurant, she found that Captain Kong had already prepared breakfast and was sitting next to her eating.

　Captain Kong also noticed Changchun and extended his New Year greetings to her: "Changchun, Happy New Year, and I wish you good luck in the Year of the Ox!" As he spoke, Captain Kong took out a bulging red envelope from his pocket and handed it to Changchun with both hands. He wanted to say some blessings, but he was stunned for a moment.

　What is the best blessing to say to a ship?

　In the end, Captain Kong decided to offer a general blessing for the sake of safety: "I wish our Changchun happiness, good health, many good relationships, and all the best in the new year."

　"Thank you, Captain. Captain too~ Hehe." Changchun took the red envelope and was about to open it when he remembered that it is impolite to open the red envelope given by others in front of others in China, so he stopped and put the red envelope away.

　Captain Kong motioned for Changchun to sit at the table. "Come, try some of my homemade pot stickers (similar to pan-fried dumplings). I made them especially for Changchun. See how they taste."

　As the captain brought the pot stickers, Changchun eagerly picked one up with his fingers, shoving it directly into his mouth and chewing it slowly, savoring it with care. The aroma of the skin and the filling blended perfectly, creating a flavor that was mouth-watering. Even after swallowing, the aftertaste lingered.

　"Mmm~ Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, oily but not greasy, melts in your mouth, and just the right amount of saltiness. The captain's cooking skills are amazing!"

　Captain Kong smiled and said, "Since it's good, eat more. These are all yours."

　"Thank you, Captain!" Changchun was ecstatic and finished all the pot stickers in less than half a minute.

　Captain Kong saw this and pulled Changchun aside to remind him, "Hey kid, eat slowly. No one is going to snatch the food from you."

　"The curved petals flutter to the seven poles, and the fish in the west are thinking... (Not eating actively means there is something wrong with your thinking)" Changchun said this famous line incoherently with his mouth full of food.

　Changchun suddenly remembered the incident that happened at the dinner table yesterday. After swallowing his food, he asked the captain, "This pot sticker tastes just right to me. Captain, don't you think it's too salty?"

　"The portion you eat is a special supply of heavy oil and salt that I give you. The portion in my bowl is the normal dose." Captain Kong continued to reply.

　At this time, Captain Kong's cell phone on the dining table rang. He picked up the phone and answered it. Captain Kong's originally cheerful expression gradually became stern and serious.

　Captain Kong looked up at Changchun and asked, "Changchun, could you explain what was going on with the whistle at the Naval Museum this morning?"

　"Hey~ Captain, it's all my fault that some uncultured guy got up so early in the morning and blew the whistle, and it was the assembly call. I got irritable when I woke up, and I couldn't control my connection with the main body for a while, so... If I knew who it was, I would definitely teach him a lesson, hum~" Changchun tried to get away with it and wanted to put the blame on external factors.

　Captain Kong said seriously, "I was wondering what you were doing when you yelled so loudly in the room just now. So that's it.

　Also, Changchun, stop acting like a spoiled brat. Others are disturbing others, but yelling isn't? More importantly, you're compromising confidentiality. If you weren't retired, you'd have to do a five-kilometer cross-country run and write a letter of apology! I won't do that again next time! Do you hear me?

　"Listen...I heard it."

　Changchun was feeling rather glum after being reprimanded by her captain. She decided to go downstairs and walk around the area while listening to music. She put on her headphones, unlocked her phone, opened NetEase Cloud Music, and clicked on the playlist she'd saved yesterday—"Communism, Chinese and Soviet Red Songs"—and started playing it on repeat.

　Walking on the streets and into the nearby parks of Changchun, I enjoyed the beautiful culture and scenery along the way. The tremendous changes over the past few decades made me feel both familiar and unfamiliar with this city.

　"Wait a minute." Something seemed to have caught Changchun's attention. A very familiar figure with blue hair and purple eyes was practicing Tai Chi with a group of elderly men and women in a small square not far ahead.

　"Ah, why is Sister Anshan here? Hurry up and take another route, otherwise you will definitely

　She's going to pull me over to practice with her..."

　Changchun dejectedly turned 180 degrees on the spot, intending to run away. At this moment, her sister's kind words, a forced smile, came over her radio: "Changchun, I see you. Where are you going? Life is about exercise. Come practice with me later. Don't even think about running away~"

　Changchun had no choice but to run to Anshan. "At worst, I can just get my revenge in bed in a couple of days, huh!"

　Anshan took Changchun to a grassland, explained some key points and precautions, and then led his sister to practice the 24-style Tai Chi.

　"Starting posture - Wild Horse Spreads Its Mane Left and Right - White Crane Spreads Its Wings - Left and Right Hugs the Knees and Twisted Steps - Hands Wave the Pipa - Left and Right Reverse Arm Rolls - Left Grasping the Sparrow's Tail - Right Grasping the Sparrow's Tail - Single Whip..."

　A passing old man stopped to watch the two sisters practice Tai Chi and couldn't help but give the elder sister a look of approval. He nodded and said, "Foreigners practicing Tai Chi is great! This is another strong demonstration of the internationalization of China's excellent traditional culture. Especially the girl with blue hair, her practice is quite standard..."

　After practicing Tai Chi, Changchun returned home. Kong Siyu handed her a piece of paper and said to her, "Changchun, this is the computer I plan to buy for you. The configuration is as follows. Take a look."

　Changchun took the note and took a look at it. She was confused by what was written on it.

　Processor: Intel i9-10900k

　Motherboard: ASUS ROG B560 Snowflake Motherboard

　Memory: Kingston HyperX 3200MHz 16GB x2

　Graphics card: Colorful RTX3060ti 8GB Tomahawk

　Storage: Colorful CN600 m.2 solid-state drive 2TB

　......"

　Changchun asked, "Could these be the computer configurations you mentioned yesterday?"

　Kong Siyu: "Yes, these are bought for you."

　Changchun: "How much are these?"

　Kong Siyu: "Don't worry, although it's not cheap, it's not expensive either. Don't be shy, these are gifts from me to you to deepen our revolutionary friendship."

　Changchun scratched her head, half believing and half doubting. However, she had no knowledge of this matter and could not make any comments, so she had to let Kong Siyu do as she was told.