After preventing the world from being destroyed, the ship girls started acting strangely.

Pei Ji: "I hope so."

......

Is it true...?

After leaving the kitchen, You Ran washed up and put on a coat. The image of a ship girl who was a knight in shining armor immediately popped into her mind.

This child—no, I almost got led astray by Belfast. If even a child can be called a "child," then a large portion of the port area would be newborns.

But recalling Quejie's shy nature, You Ran suddenly felt that she had indeed made things difficult for her before. After all, when she was in a sage state, she would often work for a whole day. Quejie, who was afraid to speak, would probably not say more than two words a day under normal circumstances. Instead, she would have to stand by and struggle, because helping her was not an option, and not helping her was also not an option. She must have felt uncomfortable at the end of the day.

As she reminisced, she walked out and soon arrived at the command room. Her eyes swept around and she quickly spotted Quejie squatting in a corner, playing on his phone.

When Quejie saw the commander walking out of the lounge, he was startled and quickly put away his phone and stood up.

"Commander, hello. May I ask what your schedule is for today? Are you continuing to work in the command center, going to the research institute, or is there anything else planned?"

"Today... I haven't decided yet, but Quejie, have you had breakfast?"

"Breakfast...?" Hearing You Ran's words, Que Jie's brain didn't react for a moment. "No, no, I ate."

"to be honest."

Seeing that Quejie's gaze was evasive, You Ran immediately became a little more serious.

"No, I didn't eat..."

To be honest, Quejie didn't know whether she had eaten or not. This morning, she was in such a hurry that she only grabbed a piece of bread and ran out. But in her haste, she accidentally dropped the bread on the ground, and it was snatched away by a fat eagle that flew by in the sky in less than three seconds. At that moment, Quejie didn't know how to describe her feelings.

With her head down, she didn't dare to move for a moment. Quejie thought the commander would be angry because of her indecisiveness, but who knew that she would soon hear the commander's words, which were obviously tinged with laughter.

"Haven't eaten yet? That's perfect, come in and eat with us. Belfast is making breakfast, and there's a portion for you too."

"oh oh......"

Listening to the commander's words, Quejie felt as if he were dreaming, his head spinning, everything so unreal.

But when she secretly pinched her thigh, and felt a sharp pain, Quejie realized that this was not a dream.

But after realizing this, Quejie felt even more at a loss.

Sitting at the dining table, Quejie noticed that Belfast hadn't finished preparing breakfast in the kitchen yet, and the Commander couldn't see her from that angle. In the end, Quejie couldn't resist and secretly took out her phone under the table.

Quejie: ​​"!!!"

Quejie: ​​"Everyone, the situation has changed. None of the commanders you just mentioned are planning to go!"

Bremerton: "The commander occasionally goes to places like the training grounds, but no matter where he goes, just make sure you're prepared in advance."

Quejie: ​​"No, none of those!"

Fiji: "Neither? Then what's the situation now?"

Quejie: ​​"I... I don't know how to express myself right now. In short, I feel like I'm dreaming. I don't even know if I'm awake or not!"

Bremerton: "Calm down, quick, calm down... Nobody's rushing you, go through everything from beginning to end and speak slowly."

Quejie: ​​"In short... the commander just smiled and greeted me, and then asked if I wanted to have breakfast together. I, I agreed, and now I'm sitting next to the commander having breakfast. Well, that's it."

San Francisco: "???"

Lüzov: "???"

Felix: "???"

Felix: "Little Jie, you're not kidding, are you?! How could the Commander be laughing? No, how could the Commander be eating breakfast? No, how could the Commander be laughing while inviting you to breakfast?!"

Quejie: ​​"I, I don't know either QAQ, but I am indeed sitting next to the Commander and having breakfast right now."

Purification: "Huh?! Why has the Commander never smiled at me on his own initiative?! Damn it, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to punch the port to pieces!"

Fiji: "So is it real or fake? You're making me lose confidence. Is this still the same cold and aloof commander? I still can't believe it."

Bremerton: "I can't say for sure about someone else, but if it's someone like Quetzal..."

Bremerton: "No, no, I can't accept it even if it's Quetzal!"

Saratoga: "This, could it be that the Commander was just hungry and asked Quetzal on a whim? As for the smile, Quetzal must have been mistaken. After all, I often think the Commander is smiling at me too."

Purify: "You know how to comfort yourself."

Saratoga: "..."

Quejie: ​​"Um, everyone, I'm sorry—! Was the Commander just being polite...? I, should I have agreed?"

Seeing everyone's shocked reactions, Quejie realized that this was no ordinary matter, and his palms started sweating as he became increasingly nervous.

……

In Chapter 19, I fucking chose to sleep in the Commander's arms!

Sitting at the dining table, You Ran originally wanted to find a topic to chat with Que Jie, but after a long period of work and research, she really didn't know what to talk about. When she came to her senses, she found Que Jie sitting next to her with his head down, looking at something intently, even though the dining table blocked most of his view.

However… judging from the frequency of the taps with both hands, it should be… typing?

Is... Quejie chatting on a forum?

For some reason, You Ran thought almost subconsciously.

After observing for half a day yesterday, he found that many ship girls seemed to like sharing their experiences on the forum. In addition, he often saw Quejie's posts while browsing the forum yesterday, so You Ran unconsciously started to think in this direction.

Just as she was wondering what to do during this time, seeing that Quejie was watching intently, You Ran also took out her phone.

He had only just opened the forum, and hadn't even searched for it, when he saw that Quejie's post from that morning was currently trending. He chuckled to himself and clicked on it directly.

After quickly browsing through the historical content, You Ran quickly caught up with the latest progress.

Fiji: "No, I think no one could refuse such a thing. Quejie, your answer is fine."

San Francisco: "Sigh~! Why do you guys always get to have such good things happen to you? When I'm on duty, Pudding is a block of ice. I tried every trick in the book to seduce him, but in the end, the Commander just frowned and didn't even say a word."

Bremerton: "So, what are you doing right now, Chojal? Having breakfast?"

Quejie: ​​Not yet, Miss Belfast is working on it now.

Felix: "What?! Belfast is with the Commander now! No, why am I stuck chatting with you guys inside?"

Fiji: "It's perfectly normal for Belfast to be by the Commander's side. You can't compare to her. She's the Commander's trusted head maid, with the privilege of freely entering and leaving the Commander's room."

Marco Polo: "Tch, they just got the advantage of arriving early. If I had landed earlier, you wouldn't have had so much trouble. I would have taken down the Commander."

San Francisco: "That's enough, isn't it? If you land first, the port area will be in complete chaos."

San Francisco: "Hey, but speaking of the Commander and Belfast, I do have a rumor to share."

Fearful: "Detailed and meticulous."

San Francisco: "According to sources, Belfast goes out at a fixed time every night around 3 or 4 a.m., sneaks into the lounge alone, and drinks milk while the Commander is still asleep. This is why the Commander is so cold to him every day. After all, Belfast has squeezed all the good stuff out of him, so he doesn't have the energy to think about anything else."

Marco Polo: "Damn it! That philandering cat! How dare a mere maid presume to do such an overstepping act just because she has a little bit of the Commander's favor! Humph, once I gain the Commander's trust, I will definitely set up proper rules for him again!"

Looking at the comments from San Francisco, You Ran couldn't help but recall what Belfast had said this morning. Although he knew that Belfast would come over to clean his room every night, he still believed in his heart that Belfast wasn't the kind of person who would do anything reckless. Besides, the accusation of stealing drinks was a bit too much.

Thinking of this, You Ran couldn't help but clarify things for Belfast.

Sage: "No, you can't just spread rumors without concrete evidence. Belfast gets up so early every morning so that the Commander can have a better working environment. If each of you could be as carefree as him, the Commander would probably have a much easier time."

Marco Polo: "Three or four o'clock is considered early? If the commander were to entrust this matter to me, I would arrive at two, no, one in the morning every day to wait for him! And whether it's daily living arrangements, meals, chores, etiquette, staffing, or combat, I guarantee I'll do a better job than Belfast in every aspect!"

San Francisco: "Only a little? Who do you think you are? I'll be by Little Pudding's side 24/7, 365 days a year, without any respite!"

Lützow: "No, no, you guys are all too extreme. I'm different. I—I'll just choose to sleep in the Commander's arms?!"

You Ran: "..."

Seeing this, You Ran was momentarily speechless. Was his thinking really too outdated? Why did things always seem to go in such unexpected directions…?

You Ran fell silent, while Que Jie couldn't help but overthink. Looking at the post, Que Jie was wondering what it would be like if he had the privilege of freely entering and leaving the commander's room like the head maid. But in the end, he couldn't help but compare himself to Belfast, and then Que Jie quickly came to the conclusion that he was completely defeated.

After all, putting aside the head maid's strict requirement to do everything perfectly, Quejie felt that she could never learn her composure and calmness in the face of any situation.

Therefore, rather than the perfect head maid, Chodler preferred to learn from Sheffield.

Looking at the time, she thought about many things. Just as Quejie was considering how to edit her thoughts, a gentle voice sounded in her ear, and then Belfast appeared beside her.

"Alright, alright, Master and Quejie, you two are really something. You're sitting face to face, but you haven't even exchanged a few words. Instead, you're both playing on your phones. Okay, put your phones away for now. It's time for breakfast."

Hearing Belfast's words, You Ran felt a little embarrassed, but didn't react much. However, Que Jie was so ashamed that he almost buried his head in his plate. He was thinking of finishing his food quickly so he could escape the scene, but before he could even take two bites, Que Jie suddenly froze.

Wait, wait...

What did the head maid just say?

The commander is on his phone too?!

She... she must have heard correctly! But if she remembered correctly, Seattle had said just yesterday that the Commander never used a cell phone!

Wait, wait, wait! Could it be that the Commander has actually been secretly watching everyone's conversation all along, just without showing up?!

In that case, wouldn't the commander be able to see everything she says?!

Thinking of this, Quejie suddenly felt as if she were standing naked in front of the commander, her entire body, from head to toe, even her most private parts, were forcibly exposed. A great sense of shame welled up in her heart, and Quejie almost buried her head in her plate for a moment.

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Chapter Twenty: Bismarck is wreaking havoc.

No, that's not right, it shouldn't be. After all, the commander is usually so busy, he shouldn't have time to spend all his time on this... right?

But if that's the case, then what happened today? Was it just a coincidence?

That seems to be the only explanation...

No, that won't work. I need to remind everyone quickly, otherwise if the Commander sees the message in the post, we'll all suffer social death!