Abandoned Pit Admiral Unveiled Coffin

She tried hard to wipe off the tears, and raised her head in surprise: "From now on, can I continue to be the commander's shield?"

"Do not."

"Huh?" An Lun's answer made South Dakota experience what it means to fall from heaven to hell.

But soon, An Lun spoke again:

"This time, I don't want you, South Dakota, to offer me your shield again."

His hand slowly moved to South Dakota's chest.

However, after feeling the sudden coolness rising from his back, An Lun moved his hand back hastily.

He stabilized his mind, hypnotized himself to ignore the gazes of Chicheng and Ron, who looked like wild beasts, and then continued:

"This time, South Dakota, you give me your heart."

"In exchange, I will also give you my heart."

"F-commander?" Unexpectedly, that old and unruly An Lun would say such words to himself, South Dakota covered his mouth with his hands while showing shock, "So... Is, is it right, telling me, confessing to me?"

"It's not a confession, it's a promise."

An Lun smiled and shook his head, but just as he was about to reach out to take out the wedding ring, a childish voice made him stop.

"Mr. Dean, that's him! It's that stinky uncle who made Teacher South Dakota cry!"

PS: Is there any commander like me who is married to Fatty Nan?

Chapter 351. News from Shangri-La

"So, this Mr. An Lun is actually your commander in South Dakota?"

In the dean's room, the silver-haired dean, who inherited the name of Missouri, was walking around the gods of South Dakota and An Lun with a delicate expression.

For South Dakota's personal situation, Missouri still has some understanding.

For example, the commander of South Dakota died of terminal illness three years ago.

After all, this child is in the same office as Florida and Pennsylvania, two nosy women with mouths as big as prehistoric pythons, so it would be too difficult not to leak the news.

However, since South Dakota has admitted that this person is its own commander, Missouri has no intention of breaking the casserole and asking the end.

No matter what, this is someone else's family business. As an outsider, Missouri really has no position to ask.

The only thing that makes Missouri feel a little uncomfortable is that it is about to lose South Dakota.

After all, South Dakota is one of the most popular teachers for students.

"Sorry, Dean... If you work..."

Sitting opposite Missouri, South Dakota looked a little embarrassed, and he didn't know how to talk to Missouri about resignation.

No matter how you say it, the dean took in me who had nowhere to go. If I left inexplicably like this, I'm afraid it would cause a lot of trouble for the dean, right?

"If it's work, let's finish it today."

Looking at South Dakota amusedly, Missouri has lived for more than [-] years, and she can tell what the little girl is thinking just from her expression.

And since South Dakota could find her happiness, Missouri wouldn't stand in her way.

She is also a ship girl, and she can fully understand South Dakota's feeling of wanting to be by her sweetheart's side.

If it weren't for the death of the former commander of Missouri due to old age, she would not have chosen to be the director of the destroyer education institution in the small city of Beethoven.

Her enthusiasm has been burned out, and she really can't fall in love.

But South Dakota is different.

Her life is just beginning, isn't it?

"In short, I already know about your situation in South Dakota. Even if you are forced to stay, you don't want to work, right? I will help you settle this month's salary at the end of the month. After saying goodbye to the children , you can leave with your commander."

After opening the drawer and handing back South Dakota's personnel file to her, Missouri stood up and pointed to the door, as if she was about to see off a visitor.

"Well, Dean, is this really all right?" South Dakota still had a disturbed expression on his face.

"Don't worry, our institution doesn't have teachers."

"But…"

"Okay, young people should bravely pursue their own happiness. If you keep nagging like this, your commander will get impatient."

"..."

The startled South Dakota quickly glanced at An Lun.

South Dakota breathed a sigh of relief after discovering that his commander was just giggling from beginning to end:

"Thank you, Dean of Missouri. South Dakota will never forget your care during this time."

Gratefully bowed ninety degrees to Missouri, and after finishing everything, South Dakota took An Lun's arm and left the dean's room.

Before leaving, I did not forget to say hello one last time:

"Dean of Missouri, please take care of yourself. South Dakota, let's go first."

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