Today's tutelary fort remains peaceful.

But when she discovered that Tirpitz was trying to pollute the pure little house and engage in so-called "preaching", Bismarck finally couldn't hold back and gave her a severe lesson.

From then on, Bismarck began to guard Tirpitz closely.

Last night, while Bismarck was playing with Xiao Zhai, his younger sister slipped out of the house quietly. Although Bismarck did not catch her immediately, he would not ignore her either.

If it is not found in the admiral's room, it means that this guy is hiding and drawing a notebook again... Bismarck was secretly alert. The dark industry led by Tirpitz and Taiho in the garrison had just been wiped out, and she didn't want it to revive so soon.

Arriving at Xue Cheng's villa, Bismarck took out the key, unlocked the door, and walked in.

This kind of key is available on all wedding ships in the garrison, which is why Tirpitz can openly treat Xue Cheng's room as his own backyard.

Bismarck changed into slippers and before he even walked in, he suddenly smelled a faint burnt aroma.

"This smell..." Bismarck raised his eyebrows. Was it Yixian? Or Lexington?

The girl walked in and looked towards the kitchen, where a figure in a blue apron came into her sight.

"Admiral?" Bismarck was stunned. The person busy in the kitchen was actually Xue Cheng. He saw him waving a spatula and frying potato pancakes in a frying pan. There were vegetable salad, fried eggs and hot milk next to him.

The range hood was whirring. Bismarck walked over, leaned against the door frame and knocked hard on the door.

"Bismarck?" Xue Cheng turned around upon hearing the voice. A look of surprise crossed his face, then turned into joy. "You came at the perfect time! I was just worrying about preparing too much for breakfast!"

"It turns out that the Admiral can really cook." Bismarck's eyes moved around the food. The food on the tray looked very fresh, and the color did not look like half-finished products. She remembered that she had heard the Admiral say that he knew cooking skills before, but she did not take it seriously until she saw it with her own eyes.

"Of course." Xue Cheng chuckled. "Your admiral is a good family man. What do you think? Has his score in your heart increased again?"

Bismarck smiled faintly: "No."

"Huh? Why?" Xue Cheng asked curiously. He thought it was a plus for a man to know how to cook.

"Because the admiral has always scored full marks in my heart." Bismarck's tone was very flat, and his facial expression did not show any shyness because of the corny love words he said. It seemed that he was just talking about a very ordinary thing.

“…” Xue Cheng scratched his cheek and buried his head in making potato pancakes.

The Persian cat, which is usually cold and military-like, suddenly attacks directly, which is really a bit overwhelming.

Bismarck did not pursue the victory. She smiled and asked, "Has the Admiral met Tirpitz?"

Xue Cheng yawned and said helplessly, "Yes, he's in my room. He should still be sleeping now, right? After all, he's been up all night and tossing and turning until early."

"..." Bismarck's eyes slowly widened. She looked at Xue Cheng, a rare hint of shyness in her eyes: "Admiral, you, you last night..."

Xue Cheng wiped away the tears that had squeezed out of his yawn, and realized the ambiguity in his words. He immediately took a breath and inhaled the fumes from the frying pancakes. He covered his mouth and coughed awkwardly, "No, no! Tirpitz stayed up all night cultivating immortality last night. We didn't do anything!"

Bismarck didn't say anything. She looked away, not wanting to meet Xue Cheng's gaze, and said in a flat tone, "Tirpitz last night..."

"I played games all night." Xue Cheng said with a wry smile, "Sometimes I think Bismarck was right to be strict with Tirpitz. If no one restrains this guy, he'll probably get more and more outrageous. If I hadn't forcibly turned off his computer, he'd still be refusing to go to bed."

Bismarck nodded. She knew her sister's character best. Seeing that Xue Cheng was almost done, the girl said, "Admiral, I'll go take a look."

"Go ahead, and wake up Tirpitz, the horses are about to have breakfast."

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218. Water Group First

Pushing open the door, a slightly dim room came into view. The beige curtains were half-drawn, and the fresh morning breeze blew in through the gauze window, bringing a slight coolness.

On that extraordinarily large bed, a girl with pink hair was sleeping soundly.

She had a terrible sleeping posture, with her cotton pajamas wrinkled on her body, the hem of the clothes lifted up, revealing her slender waist. The blanket that was supposed to cover her body was rolled up by her and used as a pillow, holding it in her arms with both hands and feet, like a big koala.

Bismarck sniffed. There was no strange smell in the air, no balls of paper in the trash can, and no suspicious water stains on the sheets.

It seemed the admiral hadn't lied. Bismarck breathed a sigh of relief and then laughed at himself.

Perhaps because he was overtaken by an unexpected person, he was actually anxious enough to worry about what might happen between his sister and the admiral.

It's really inappropriate, both as a sister and as a soldier.

Coming to the bedside, Bismarck looked at his sister who was sleeping soundly and patted her shoulder gently: "Tirpitz? Wake up."

The girl frowned, pushed Bismarck's hand away and turned over.

Do we really have to resort to force? Bismarck clenched his fists and was about to take action when his peripheral vision caught sight of a laptop on the bedside table.

Could it be that……

Bismarck hesitated and held out his hand.

"Wait! Sister, don't do that!" A loud shout came from behind. Tirpitz, who had just been sleeping soundly, jumped up like a rabbit. Unfortunately, it was too late. Bismarck had already turned on the computer. After a few casual operations, a picture appeared in front of her.

“…” Bismarck looked at the screen appearing on the computer and took a deep breath.

"You bastard! You sneaked out late at night just to play this shameless game!"

"Bang!" A dull impact sound was heard, followed by the girl's painful cry.

……

After washing up and changing into clean clothes, Tirpitz sat at the dining table with a pursed mouth and a dejected look. Opposite her, Bismarck was typing away on the laptop keyboard.

After a while, Bismarck let out a long breath and looked at Tirpitz: "Anything else?"

Tirpitz said with a sad face: "It's really gone. If you don't believe me, just format the disk."

Bismarck looked at her doubtfully for a long time before looking away: "Then I'll trust you once more."

Tirpitz was in tears. If she had known her sister would come looking for her, she would have turned off the computer before going to bed.

Now, not only has the half-played game been deleted, but almost all the software installed on the computer has also been deleted. It can be said that the loss is heavy.

It's all the Admiral's fault! Tirpitz looked at Xue Cheng with resentment. If the Admiral hadn't forced him to interrupt his cultivation, even if he couldn't complete the game completely, he would at least be able to complete those game lines that received rave reviews online.

Moreover, if the admiral was willing to help cover for her, she would not have been caught by her sister.

Well, that's it, it's all the admiral's fault!

Xue Cheng walked into the living room with breakfast and felt a strong resentment for no reason. He looked over subconsciously and saw Bei Zhai looking at him angrily.

Blame me? Xue Cheng put down his food and shrugged helplessly.

"Eat it while it's hot." Xue Cheng pushed the divided food in front of the two of them and said, "This is a rare opportunity. I don't cook often."

Bismarck smiled faintly, lifted a strand of his messy hair to his ear, and slowly cut the golden fried potato pancakes with a knife and fork.

The girl who always had a stern face suddenly turned into a soft cat. Xue Cheng's heart began to beat wildly. He quickly said, "Of course, if Bismarck wants to eat, we can eat anytime."

"Is that so?" Bismarck put a small piece of potato pancake into his mouth and ate it, tilting his head and saying, "Admiral, are you serious?"

"When have I ever lied?" Xue Cheng patted his chest. "As long as it's Bismarck's request, I will do my best to meet it."

Tirpitz pursed his lips, looked at the admiral who was trying to cheer up his sister, and said unhappily, "I want one too."

Bismarck glanced at her calmly and said, "Don't you like staying up late? Breakfast or something like that? You don't need it at all, right?"

"Why not just make it a midnight snack?" Tirpitz retorted. "Anyway, the Admiral can't be partial!"

"You, a vested interest, don't have the right to say such things." Bismarck sneered. "It seems the admiral gave you a lot of new clothes? There are many people in the garrison who haven't received any."

Including myself. Bismarck bit his lip and said silently in his heart.

"But..." Tirpitz tried to argue.

Xue Cheng listened to the two sisters arguing beside him, took out his mobile phone with a smile, took a photo of the breakfast in front of him, and then shared it in a chat group.

Deep Sea Admiral: "Good morning, is everyone up?"

Xue Cheng originally had no interest in sharing his life, but it was not for any great reason. It was simply because the monotonous and boring life of a corporate slave was too dull, and there was really nothing good to share.

However, things were different now. Xue Cheng was eating breakfast slowly while looking at his phone. Soon, as expected, he received a reply.

Green Lotus in the Lake: "Admiral Deep Sea, wow, good morning, you're up really early, Senior."

Han Bo: "Xiao He, don't talk to him. He's a seal and will get sunburned!"

Low-key Yun Duo: "I don't want to hear you say that."

Scarlet Magician: "What? Sunbathing the boat? I love it the most. Who wants to fight me?"

Administrator Martian: "Scarlet Magician, please communicate in a harmonious way, and do not post pictures of your boat!"

Xue Cheng smiled secretly in his heart, took another photo, and intentionally or unintentionally included the figures of Bismarck and Tirpitz.

Deep Sea Admiral: "I've been working out lately and have been eating a lighter breakfast. Does anyone have any recommendations for suitable foods?"

After the battle against the deep-sea monster, Xue Cheng joined an admiral communication group under the introduction of Liu Yun and Han Bo. They often spent their free time in the group and occasionally shared their experiences.

In line with the principle of steady progress, Xue Cheng did not disclose his strength. Judging from the information he got from Liu Yun, everyone just thought he was a European with a white face who was lucky to be favored.

The lives of the admirals are more or less the same. Most of the work of the garrison is handled by the secretary ship, and they have nothing to do all day. Naturally, some people devote their extra time to their own interests and hobbies, so there are actually a few fitness gurus in the group who stand up to answer Xue Cheng's questions.

But soon, someone discovered the blind spot.

I really want a Veneto: "Hey, the one in the photo is..."

Due to the angle, only half of Bismarck's face was captured in the photo, but his signature short white hair and cat ears were still clearly visible.

Tirpitz's face was shown. Considering that Kitazhai in casual clothes might be less recognizable in the eyes of some admirals, he deliberately included the girl's chin in her hand and lazy expression.

Low-key Yun Duo: "I have something to do, I'll leave for a while, let's chat slowly."

I am Lexington's dog: "Deep Sea Admiral, um, to prevent misunderstandings, I would like to ask, is the girl next to you your ship girl?"

Deep Sea Admiral: "Oh, you mean them? They are my wedding ships."

Administrator Martian: "Stop talking. This way of showing off your boat is too direct. Please try another one."

System prompt: Deep Sea Admiral has been muted for one minute.

"..." Xue Cheng was speechless. He was not proficient enough in drying boats. The admirals in the group seemed to be experienced in many battles, and his poor boat drying skills would not be appreciated by others at all.

Xue Cheng was feeling a little discouraged, but soon, things took a turn for the better after a few minutes.

Green Lotus in the Lake: "Regarding the training of the fleet and the allocation of resources, do you have any good suggestions?"

Deep Sea Admiral: "I know the answer to this question!"

I really want a Veneto: "Shut up, seal! Take my spear!"

Deep Sea Admiral: "I'm really good at this question, and I'm also very familiar with Xiaohe's lineup. I can definitely give a fair evaluation."

Green Lotus in the Lake: "Oh, then I'll leave it to you, Senior! My resources are limited right now. Do you think it's better to prioritize the development of battleships or frigates?"

Deep Sea Admiral: "I think frigates are better. After all, your current resource reserves are a bit tight. If you want to quickly train a fleet that can be deployed in actual combat, cruisers and destroyers are definitely the first choice..."