Today's tutelary fort remains peaceful.

Xue Cheng walked over and reached out to take off her face veil. The girl did not resist or dodge, and let Xue Cheng take off the black cloth.

"How did the Admiral know it was me?" Omi puffed up his cheeks and said unhappily, "I clearly had my face covered."

Xue Cheng tapped Jin Jiang's forehead and said, "Do you think that just by covering your face, you can't be recognized?"

Omi tilted his head. "Isn't that so? That's how it always looks when I watch TV."

"So..." Xue Cheng covered his face, "Don't take the TV plot seriously!"

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166. Omi's Confusion

It has to be said that appearance is justice. If Xue Cheng seriously discussed history with passers-by using the plots he saw on TV, then the other party would definitely think that he had a problem with his brain.

However, when the target is a cute girl like Omi, most people will think that this girl is innocent and cute.

This world where appearance matters...

Xue Cheng sighed inwardly, rolled up the black cloth in his hand, and handed it to Jin Jiang: "A lot of things on TV are deceptive, you have to know how to distinguish them."

Omi took the black cloth, stuffed it into his arms, and said casually, "It's so troublesome to distinguish them."

"What's the problem?" Xue Cheng said patiently, "When you see a plot, just use your brain to think about it and see if it makes sense."

"For example, if I cover my face and walk down the street, will Omi be able to recognize me at a glance?"

"Or in other words, is it possible that the Santa Claus in the movie exists in reality?"

"So that's how it is..." Omi held Onimaru in his arms, thoughtfully saying, "If the Admiral covered his face... no, even if he wore women's clothes, he would be visible just by walking down the street."

Xue Cheng felt a chill run down his spine and quickly said, "Don't give such a bad example! There's no such possibility at all!"

Omi didn't answer, seemingly lost in thought, and continued to mutter to himself, "But Santa Claus... does exist, right?"

"Huh?" Xue Cheng was stunned for a moment and asked, "Why did Jin Jiang say that? Have you ever seen Santa Claus?"

Xue Cheng didn't dare to deny this outright. After all, he could travel to a virtual world and possess a powerful garrison.

So, if Santa Claus really exists in the world, it wouldn’t be difficult to accept, right?

Omi came back to his senses and shook his head: "That's not the case, but every Christmas in the past two years, I would hang a sock at the head of my bed. If I woke up early, I would find a gift inside."

Hmm? Xue Cheng frowned. Omi's personal experience...why did it sound familiar?

"So, has Omi ever tried pretending to sleep so he could peek at Santa?"

"No." Omi answered very straightforwardly: "Even I have the awareness of being a girl. Staying up late is the enemy of girls. It can easily lead to dull skin, enlarged pores, and acne..."

Looking at Omi counting on his fingers and listing the dangers of staying up late, Xue Cheng remained silent.

It seems that Omi lives with Type 65 and Battleship 65? Considering that Type seems to be a martial arts fanatic and idiot like Omi, there is only one truth.

The one pretending to be Santa Claus delivering gifts to Omi must be Battleship No. 13, right?

I heard that she is responsible for 65 and Omi's daily life, but I didn't expect that she also has to satisfy their spiritual needs. It's really hard work.

After hesitating for a while, Xue Cheng finally did not tell the truth.

It is too cruel to break a girl's pure and beautiful fantasy. Anyway, ship girls are different from ordinary humans. They don't need to go out into society and experience any beatings. It's also nice to let her immerse herself in beautiful fantasies.

Xue Cheng was thinking when Jin Jiang suddenly realized that the atmosphere seemed a little wrong. When he came to his senses, Jin Jiang's little face was already very close, almost touching.

Xue Cheng was startled and subconsciously took a half step back to distance himself. He said, "Jinjiang, why are you so close?"

"I was just thinking..." Omi stared at Xue Cheng without blinking and said, "It would be nice if the admiral was there next time I watch TV. If there's anything I don't understand, the admiral can teach me."

"Okay, let's talk about it next time." Xue Cheng looked at his phone and said casually, "It's almost time for dinner. I have to go home. Don't stay out too late. Be careful not to have no food when you get home."

"No way, even if we go back late and the cafeteria is closed, Ariaki is still here." Omi retorted, then watched Xue Cheng turn and leave.

Huh? Leaving? What am I doing here?

Before Xue Cheng had walked far, he felt the corner of his clothes tighten.

"Omi." Xue Cheng didn't turn around. He coughed dryly and asked in a calm tone, "Is there anything else?"

"Haha..." Omi laughed heartlessly, walked around to Xue Cheng, scratched his cheek, and said, "I almost forgot, I didn't meet the admiral by chance, but I have something to talk to you about."

I guessed it a long time ago! Xue Cheng thought secretly.

The settlements of each faction were far apart, and although there was no such thing as a faction being restricted to its own territory and forbidden from wandering around other factions' locations, he had heard that Omi was an ultimate martial arts fanatic who could repeat the boring sword-swinging movements hundreds or thousands of times.

Free time? What's that? If I have free time, why not train? Or maybe even find a shipgirl who can wield a sword or knife?

"What's the matter?" Xue Cheng asked.

"It's...that..." Omi blinked hard, and a rare blush appeared on his fair cheeks.

Blushing?! This straight woman was actually shy? Xue Cheng rubbed his eyes in surprise. The girl holding the katana in front of him was indeed Omi, but why was she so shy?

Xue Cheng remained silent, waiting for Omi to continue.

"Ouch!" Omi suddenly stamped his feet hard, took another step forward, and almost touched Xue Cheng's nose with his nose. He said, "Well, I am the admiral's wife, right?"

Xue Cheng lowered his gaze to the ring of promise on Omi's finger and nodded.

"But ever since I received the ring from the Admiral that day, he has never contacted me again."

Omi's expression was somewhat resentful. "This isn't right, is it? This isn't how a husband-wife relationship should be? I've become the admiral's wife, so why is my life now exactly the same as before?"

"I don't think there's anything wrong with that, right?" Xue Cheng pretended to be thoughtful and said slowly, "Even couples need private space. For example, Jin Jiang really likes to practice swordsmanship. If I pester Jin Jiang every day, will Jin Jiang still have enough time to practice?"

"There's a saying in China: 'A month of sticks, a year of swords, a lifetime of spears, a treasured sword hidden at all times.' While Omi's katana isn't considered a sword in our definition, the general principle is pretty much the same, right? If Omi's swordsmanship isn't practiced properly, it's bound to decline."

"That seems to be the case." After hearing Xue Cheng's words, a pensive look appeared on Jinjiang's face.

Xue Cheng was just congratulating himself on the success of his nonsense in disrupting Omi's thoughts when the girl suddenly patted Onimaru in her arms and said with sudden realization, "If that's the case, then as long as we're together at dinner and bedtime, it won't disturb my sword practice, right?"

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167. Attack on Omi

"Huh?" Xue Cheng looked at Jin Jiang in surprise. This script wasn't right, was it? Aren't you supposed to be fooled by my nonsense and go home in peace? How could you be so clever?

Or is it me who is the real idiot?!

"As for how to be a good wife, I've actually been thinking about it lately," Omi said shyly, holding her katana. "So I've been learning a little bit from movies and TV shows. It's kind of like training as a bride."

"..." Xue Cheng suddenly had a bad feeling.

Omi raised his hand and made a grabbing gesture. The unique ripples when the ship's space was opened appeared in the air, and a stack of things that looked quite old was held in Omi's hand.

Several CDs.

This type of product was first used more than ten years ago. At that time, the Internet was not as popular as it is now. In addition, Xue Cheng was still studying, so there was no computer at home to prevent him from getting addicted to games.

So whenever Xue Cheng's parents didn't want to sit in front of the TV and endure the commercials to watch those TV series that aired two episodes in a row, they would go to the audio-visual store to rent DVDs to watch.

The cover of the CD in Omi's hand was...

"Stupid, idiot!" Xue Cheng was startled. He looked around guiltily, then lowered his voice and said, "Put it away quickly! Don't take that kind of thing out so openly!"

"Huh? What's the deal?" Omi asked curiously, but he still obediently put the disc away and muttered in dissatisfaction, "Isn't this kind of thing normal between husband and wife? Why can't I take it out?"

"Doing some things in private and putting them in front of others are two different concepts!" Xue Cheng explained in a low voice.

I thought Jin Jiang didn't understand what I meant, but as soon as Xue Cheng finished speaking, Jin Jiang said thoughtfully: "I see, it's like deliberately being late for a duel, and then using a pre-prepared mirror to reflect sunlight into the opponent's eyes during the fierce battle?"

"Or maybe he deliberately threw out the cloth wrapped around the sword to block his view during the competition, and then took the opportunity to launch a sneak attack?"

Xue Cheng was sweating profusely. "Hey! You look so generous and magnanimous, but you actually cheated during the competition? What happened to the saying that ship girls are pure-hearted beings? How despicable!"

Omi didn't know what Xue Cheng was thinking. She put the CD away and looked at Xue Cheng excitedly: "I have already done the bride training. No matter what the admiral asks, I am confident that I can do it, so..."

"Let's become a real couple."

"This..." Xue Cheng slowly stepped back.

If it were a different time, Xue Cheng would never reject Omi now, but when he thought about Lexington preparing dinner at home while he was outside flirting with Omi, Xue Cheng felt a little guilty, and always felt that there was a certain chance that the kitchen knife would fall on his head.

"What's there to hesitate about? Isn't that a normal thing between husband and wife?" Omi tilted his head, a thoughtful expression on his face, then said with sudden realization, "Could it be that... the Admiral is shy?"

"No way!" Xue Cheng rolled his eyes vigorously. Now that he was freed from the seal, he was no longer a pure boy. If he used this kind of provocation at random, believe it or not, he would make you sign a letter of surrender!

"Why is that?" Jin Jiang pressed on step by step, forcing Xue Cheng to retreat continuously. It was not until he felt a rough touch from behind that Xue Cheng realized that he was leaning against a big tree.

"Admiral, you can't escape." Omi held a knife in one hand and slapped Xue Cheng's ear with the other hand. He said arrogantly, "Just come back with me. Don't worry, I'll be a good wife."

Omi's words made the veins on Xue Cheng's forehead throb.

One by one, they all put themselves in a weak position. Is it common among shipgirls to be so weak? Or do you think that I, Makoto, am easy to bully?

"Hey." Xue Cheng's expression was a little distorted. He slowly raised his hand and pressed it on Jin Jiang's shoulder. The muscles on his face trembled and he showed a terrifying smile: "Don't make a mistake, I am the head of the family!"

Seeing Xue Cheng's face slowly approaching, Omi felt inexplicably panicked. His long eyelashes fluttered, and his pair of strange-colored eyes showed helplessness.

At this moment, the scene in the teaching video flashed through Omi's mind. She seemed to be thinking about something, slowly closed her eyes, and raised her chin slightly.

"...Admiral?" A voice sounded, and Xue Cheng's forward movement suddenly froze. At this moment, Omi's lips were only a few millimeters away from him, and Xue Cheng could even feel the burning temperature emanating from the other's face.

At this distance, if Xue Cheng got any closer, he would be melted.

However, it was that sound that made Xue Cheng brake the car abruptly.

Xue Cheng retreated again, turned sideways and looked at the girl not far away, his expression stiff: "Lexington."

"Admiral." Lexington smiled broadly, her expression showing no sign of abnormality, but Xue Cheng could sense a hint of resentment in her. "Dinner is ready, it's time to go back and eat."

"Oh..." Xue Cheng responded guiltily and wanted to walk to Lexington, but looking at Omi with a dull expression, he felt a little reluctant.

Lexington waited for a while, and when Xue Cheng didn't move, he tilted his head to look at Omi, chuckled and said, "Omi probably hasn't had dinner yet, right? Come on, come together."

"I, I don't need it." Omi's face slowly turned blood red. She quickly glanced at Xue Cheng, covered her hot cheeks with her hands, and didn't even care that her beloved sword Onimaru fell to the ground. She turned around and ran away quickly.

"Omi! Your knife!" Xue Cheng picked up Onimaru and wanted to chase Omi, but he was bumped into by Lexington, which seemed to have caused additional critical damage to the girl. Omi was so ashamed and angry that she just wanted to leave quickly, so how could she care about so many things?

In just a dozen seconds, Omi's figure disappeared into the woods without a trace.

"..." Xue Cheng looked at the katana in his hand. He had exchanged the Crescent Moon from Omi for the first time. He didn't expect that this time even Onimaru would become his trophy. This was probably the price Omi paid for his delusion of defeating him.