It is Kokang and Changchun

　Zhenhai said calmly yet meaningfully, "Whether it's showing weakness or bluffing, I will only reveal my trump card when absolutely necessary."

　"In other words, you deliberately show weakness and create an adverse situation so that you can feel at ease to show your true strength?" Chongqing asked after carefully considering Zhenhai's words.

　Zhenhai said with a smile: "Yeah, pushing the ball flatly is a bit of a bully after all. I like to do things that test my brainpower. Coming back from a losing situation is much more interesting than pushing the ball flatly, isn't it?"

　"A test of brain power..." Chongqing thought.

　Suddenly, Chongqing had an idea. "Since you like doing things that test your brainpower, let me recommend someone to you. You can discuss philosophical questions with her. It will be enough to test your brainpower."

　"Philosophy?" Zhenhai hesitated. "While a military advisor's primary focus is familiarity with the art of war, philosophy can often aid in thinking. I wonder who Miss Chongqing recommended?"

　"Your fellow junior—destroyer Z23."

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　Later in Kiel, Germany

　"Tirpitz, you have made great progress recently." Bismarck stopped Tirpitz who was about to go out.

　"Ah, sister...is that so?" Tirpitz scratched his head.

　Bismarck praised Tirpitz: "Leaving aside your training attitude, at least you play less games and have more time to study."

　"Uh...really?"

　"Otherwise, you can't possibly always look for Z23 just to play games together, right?" Facing the progress of Tirpitz, Bismarck showed a precious smile.

　"But I want to remind you that military service is primarily about military affairs, and social sciences are secondary."

　"Yeah... I see." Tirpitz's answer was a bit perfunctory.

　After watching her sister walk away, Tirpitz took out a book she was writing - "My Journey"

　"Last time you wrote about your impressions of the Frankfurt School, right?" Tirpitz muttered to himself, and then wrote down his thoughts.

　The rustling sound of his pen records every bit of Tirpitz's understanding of the Frankfurt School.

　"I feel that the Frankfurt School is a hodgepodge of German philosophy, and is probably the most patchwork school in Western Marxism," Tirpitz complained.

　After finishing writing, she collected some puzzled questions and planned to ask Z23 for help.

　Tirpitz came to Z23's main body and found Z23. "Um, Narvik, I have a question for you."

　"I'm sorry, I'm discussing philosophical issues with others here, so I may have to talk on the phone for a long time. It may not be finished in an hour." Z23 apologized for not being able to answer Tirpitz for the time being.

　"It's okay, you fight first. I'll come over later. Call me when you're better." Tirpitz expressed his understanding.

　Tilby, who has nothing to do for a while

　The thought of becoming a nerd suddenly flooded his mind. "I'm so tired. I really want to play games and read comics..."

　"But the existing games and anime are all mixed up." Tirpitz is in a game and anime drought.

　"Why not go out and buy something new?" She decided to see if there were any new items to enrich her entertainment life.

　……

　"Wow, these notebooks are of such high quality!"

　In a bookstore, Tirpitz found several books he liked in the R18 section of the bookstore.

　Then she packed up the books and threw them into the shopping bag, along with the normal comics that were previously in it, and went to check out.

　The cashier counted the comics with a scanner and quoted a price: "These are 75 euros in total. Cash or card?"

　"Cash." Tirpitz took out a 50 euro note, a 20 euro note and a 5 euro note and handed them to the cashier.

　Having found some great deals, Tirpitz went to the game store and bought some physical games and returned home with a lot of stuff.

　Tirpitz was walking on the way back to the port, wondering which game to play first, when a car drove towards him in a crooked manner on the road.

　"What's wrong with this car? I can't even hold the steering wheel steadily?" Tirpitz noticed the car and looked carefully in the direction the car was coming from.

　At this moment, the car suddenly deviated from its trajectory without any warning and rushed towards the side of the road.

　"Danger!" Tirpitz saw a girl who looked about 17 or 18 years old, wearing headphones on her head, crossing the road at the zebra crossing.

　Perhaps because she was wearing headphones, the girl did not notice Tirpitz's desperate shouting.

　"Don't wear headphones while walking!" Tirpitz rushed forward, hugged the girl who was unaware of the danger, and pushed her away, avoiding the collision with the car.

　If it had been half a second slower, the Grim Reaper's scythe would have taken away the girl's soul.

　The car crashed headfirst into a tree on the street and came to a stop. The hood of the car was completely deformed and the bumper was completely shattered, which showed that the car was traveling at a very high speed.

　"Hey, are you okay?" Tirpitz hurriedly checked the girl's condition.

　After being pushed away, the girl realized what was happening before her. She felt a mixture of luck and fear. She understood that the pink-haired sister in front of her had saved her life.

　The girl thanked him in shock, "I'm fine. Thank you for saving me, Sister Tirpitz..."

　"I'm glad you're okay." Tirpitz helped the girl up and went to check the car.

　"Sir, can you drive..." When Tirpitz saw the driver's unusually excited mental state, he instantly understood everything.

　Tirpitz clenched his fists and cursed inwardly, "Scheie! He's definitely driving under the influence, most likely marijuana. Those idiots who advocate for the legalization of marijuana should be stuffed into the 380 main gun and fired at!"

　Then she turned to the girl she had just rescued and said, "Let me take you away. It's not safe here. The driver might be driving under the influence of drugs."

　After Tirpitz had everyone around him call the police, he took the girl to a safe place and warned her, "Be careful next time and don't wear headphones... Okay?"

　Only at this moment did Tirpitz notice that the girl's headphones were exactly the same style as his own, and they must be fan-made peripherals.

　Seeing this, Tirpitz asked tentatively, "Kanju players? My... fans?"

　"Yes! That's right! Sister Tirpitz, I'm your fan." The girl became excited when Tirpitz asked her this.

　"Another player! It seems like Kanryo has seen a significant resurgence in popularity these days thanks to us... I can understand why it's so common among players." Tirpitz joked inwardly.

　"From now on, no matter what, you must look at the road when crossing it and you cannot wear headphones. Do you understand?" Tirpitz educated the girl.

　"It's not the headphones that are the problem. It's just that I was worried about something and kept thinking about it, so..." the girl whispered.

　Tirpitz: "I see. What's on your mind? Tell me, and I'll share your worries."

　The girl sighed and said, "I had a fight with my father because of some disagreements."

　"I see." Hearing it was a family conflict, Tirpitz consoled her, "It's okay. It's normal to have conflicts with your parents. It's just a matter of different perspectives. As long as it's not immoral or harmful to society, we should learn to tolerate and understand each other."

　"No." The girl shook her head and said, "This isn't just a disagreement, it involves a disagreement about life creed."

　"This... is it convenient for you to talk about it?" When Tirpitz heard the girl say this, he felt that the matter was not simple. It was very likely a major disagreement or even a disagreement on the principle level.

　The girl sighed and said, "My father owns a big company, and he hopes that I can take over his company in the future. However, I don't want to. After I told him the reason, because our ideas were so different, he often criticized me harshly on this issue.

　I said I wanted to choose a career that would best serve humanity, but he criticized me for being empty and out of touch with reality.

　Not only that, he often criticized the books I liked, saying they were useless, couldn't make money, and could easily lead people astray. He also criticized my idols, saying the path I was pursuing was a dead end.

　Of course, he is a qualified father and he loves me very much, but the ideological gap between us in certain aspects is so huge..."

　After the girl finished speaking, Tirpitz pondered for a long time and asked:

　"Let me ask you a question. Is the thought you just mentioned red?"

　When Tirpitz asked this, the girl seemed a little flustered and she swallowed to hide her inner feelings.

　"You don't have to panic. I used to be a thug for the Nazi fascists, but I'm not that kind of humanoid madman. Moreover, considering your father's identity, I guess only the red ideology can cause him to have such a big adverse reaction." Tirpitz said seriously.

　Seeing Tirpitz's serious assurance, the girl spoke cautiously, "Yes, red. My idols are Marx and Engels."

　Now Tirpitz understood why the girl didn't want to inherit the company, and why her father reacted so strongly. In a sense, his daughter was his gravedigger.

　Tizi sensed the surroundings and, after confirming that no unusual people were nearby, said, "Actually, we can call each other comrades."

　The girl's eyes widened in surprise. "Tirpitz... Sister, are you also... a communist?"

　"Let's count it as half." Tizi said modestly with a smile.

　"That's great! I thought we could more or less retain the old ideas from the past..." the girl said happily.

　"Not really. Even Bismarck is considered a normal person, so how could I be that kind of person? But I'm quite a homebody, even though I'm still pretty much like that now, haha."

　Tirpitz is quite self-aware.

　Then she said in a serious tone: "Okay, you are still in school and don't have independent financial ability, so for the time being, you should just go along with your father on the surface. No matter what outrageous remarks he makes, you just need to say yes, yes, yes, yes.

　At the same time, you must continue to strengthen your own learning and be able to withstand the bombardment of the bourgeoisie's sugar-coated bullets. Wait until you find a stable job, then we can discuss what to do next."

　The girl thought about it and felt like she was missing something. "But my father insists on me taking over the company. What should I do?"

　"That's easy. Once you start working, you can just pretend that in order to do a better job, you need to do more grassroots work, understand the situation, and accumulate experience."

　"But he will arrange for me to work in his company, and I still can't get rid of his control." The girl worried.

　She spread her hands and offered a suggestion: "You could say this: Dad, you're making me dependent on you because everyone knows I'm the boss's daughter and they all serve me tea and water. This is not conducive to my career development. In order to grow better, I must practice in unfamiliar environments..."

　The girl suddenly realized. "Oh, that's right, why didn't I think of that?"

　Tirpitz smiled at the quasi-communist successor in front of him and said, "Your situation is very similar to that of Engels when he was young."

　"Don't... How can I compare with Engels? I'm not even one percent of Rosa Luxemburg." The girl waved her hands frantically, her face flushed.

　Tirpitz patted the girl's head and comforted her, "I was just saying the situations were similar. I wasn't comparing you to them. Anyway, just take it one step at a time. Come on! I'm rooting for you!"

　"Thank you, Sister Tirpitz, for your guidance. I'm very happy." Faced with Tirpitz's affirmation, the girl's unhappiness from the quarrel with her father disappeared by more than half.

　As the saying goes, even a high-pitched song may not be unknown to others, and there will always be a connoisseur and a clear lyricist. What's more, he received the affirmation of such a powerful existence as Battleship Girl Ken?

　"Sister Tirpitz, can you sign an autograph for me?" The girl's eyes lit up. She took off her headphones and wanted Tirpitz to leave an autograph on her headphones.

　"Of course." Tizi took out a pen and wrote the word "Tirpitz" on the girl's headphones.

　Since Tizi often encounters ShipPlay players asking for her autograph when she walks on the street, she always carries a pen with her in case of emergency.

　The two chatted for a long time, but there is always a time to meet and a time to part, and all good things must come to an end.

　Before leaving, Tirpitz stopped the girl and said, "Hey, I don't know your name yet. What's it?"

　The girl turned around and called out her own name.

　"Rena Langley, that's my full name!"

　written request for leave

　The author doesn't want to make up any grand reasons, so I'll just speak frankly.

　Yesterday I started a realism game called "Majority". I got so addicted to it that I haven't recovered yet.

　Therefore, the author has not been very motivated to write these two days. If I force myself to write, the quality of the chapters will only decline. Therefore, I plan to wait until the excitement has subsided before writing again, and I will probably do it the day after tomorrow.

　Chapter 221 Unqualified Host

　On November 20, 2022, the opening ceremony of the Qatar World Cup was held grandly, leaving a strong impression and deep impression on many people who watched it.

　However, one is not afraid of anything except teammates who act like pigs. In the first match of the World Cup, Qatar was completely defeated by Ecuador with a score of conceding 2 goals and scoring 0 goals.

　The performance of the Qatar national team really gave the organizers of the opening ceremony and the performance team who worked hard for it a big blow that they were caught off guard.

　Qatar's poor performance against Ecuador was so bad that fans started leaving the stadium one after another before the game was over; until the eve of the end of the game, only half of the Qatari fans were left in the stadium.

　"Although Qatar lost, they at least broke the world record - the host country remains undefeated in its first match."

　At the Qatar World Cup stadium, a certain fan of the country watched the performance of the host country and couldn't help shaking his head sarcastically.

　This

　The fans have a pretty good temper. If it were some fans with less good temper, they would probably leave their seats and rush into the stadium to behave irrationally towards the players after drinking.

　The Qatari team should be thankful that this did not happen.

　Afterwards, Qatar coach Sanchez said at a press conference: "Nervousness got the better of us. This is our first time playing in the World Cup in front of our fans. After a bad start, we were not able to perform at the level we should have."

　Sanchez remained quite calm in front of reporters and cameras, but the Qatari fans in front of the TV had already criticized their own team to no avail.

　Compared to previous World Cups, this one is quite special; it not only attracts the attention of humans, but also attracts the attention of shipgirls from all over the world and even the deep sea...

　At the World Cup opening ceremony and at the matches, there were a few intelligence-type deep-sea agents disguised as humans or stadium staff. It wasn't that they wanted to watch the games for free, but they believed that crowded places would be more conducive to gathering intelligence.

　Of course, we cannot rule out the possibility that among these deep-sea pioneers disguised as security personnel, there are indeed some deep-sea soldiers who are quite passionate about football.

　Facing Qatar's disastrous early defeat, someone at the scene, Deep Sea Yu, angrily said in the spiritual network: "What kind of a jerk is Qatar playing? The host nation lost in the first goal? This World Cup is instantly half as interesting!"

　I happily accepted this task, wasn't it just to feast my eyes on the football? Now this is happening to me?

　Are you doing us justice? Give us back! Damn it! Give us back! "