As a commander, I will never meet a heavy female ship girl

Lorraine walked to the corner and sat down with a groggy mind. A feeling of fatigue came over him along with a strange smell, the warm air from the air conditioner, and the flickering lights.

"What's "Night Cafe"..." The large amount of yellow and green blocks made him lower his head, and at the urging of the waiter, he ordered a cocktail with a strange name.

The waiter looked at him with some discomfort, pointed at the line of words above and ordered a glass of wine. He looked at him with some disgust, then turned and left.

Anyway, he didn't understand the name, it looked like German... or maybe French?

The people around me showed no distaste at all... Ha, it seemed like they understood what I was going to do, but fortunately they didn't hide their dislike for me.

Should I say thank you?

The wine was brought to the table as expected and hit Lorraine's face with a bang.

But Lorraine could only lie on the table whose paint had long been worn off and raise his eyelids.

My dear, there is more to come after this chapter. Please click on the next page to continue reading. There will be more exciting chapters later!

"Thank you." He fumbled in his pockets honestly.

The wine was blue, no, it was blue-purple. Lorraine took a sip and coughed because of the spiciness.

The surrounding sailors laughed at him undisguisedly.

It feels like a flame of ignited oil... Lorraine thought a little annoyed.

Anyway, he couldn't understand why he suddenly became depressed. He was like a schizophrenic and was always like this.

What I am best at is inexplicable low mood... Lorraine thought.

What are you all laughing at? If you have the guts, go and fight Siren’s 300mm electromagnetic cannon alone.

For a moment, he had an urge to ask them one by one about their unit numbers.

But he knew he wouldn't do that. First of all, if he did that, it would be enough to destroy his image in the girls' minds.

Putting everything else aside, he didn't want Burgundy or the Republic to say to him in surprise, "You are such a person."

Damn party.

Lorraine cursed again in his heart.

If it weren't for this banquet, this banquet designated by the Azur Lane Donghuang headquarters, I wouldn't have drunk that damned glass of wine for the sake of socializing, and I wouldn't be ridiculed here...

Everyone was waiting for him to make a fool of himself, people laughing at each other and then laughing at each other, it was like this in the navy and it was like this here.

I hate parties, I really, really hate them.

Secondly, I hate physical examinations. I am really fed up with the infirmary and the hospital... In these two things, he really doesn't feel safe at all.

“Ti, ta, ti, ta…”

Ah, the train bell rang. I could hear it through the door. It kept ringing, knocking on Lorraine's heart.

Lorraine lay on the table and smiled foolishly.

The Republic is no longer feeling inferior. She is the best flag bearer in Hong Kong...

But whenever Lorraine praised her like this, she would pinch Lorraine's cheek gently.

He was quiet, trying to distinguish the clear sound of the train bell from the noisy sound of the low-quality audio equipment and the chatter of the sailors.

Unfortunately, the waiter pushed him roughly and said, "Sir, can you pay the bill?"

"How many?"

"200."

The waiter spoke very loudly, as if he wanted everyone in the bar to hear him.

"Why are you shouting so loudly..." Lorraine muttered a little dissatisfiedly, and started to take out his terminal. Just as he was about to hand it over, he heard the voice of the Republic.

"You, come here!" Republic looked around arrogantly, "No, forget it, there's no need, mind your own business!"

At this moment, she was truly the eldest daughter of Iris, with her arms folded across her chest, she walked in slowly, step by step.

Then she frowned, "What stinky men... don't even know how to clean themselves up."

Everyone was quiet, lowering their heads, not daring to look the young lady in the eye.

There are so many beautiful girls in the Hong Kong Hospital, why not pick up girls anywhere else? Why do you have to make eye contact with this young lady? Are you crazy?

"Give me a Casablanca, 24, right? And I'll pay for his, too. 55 in total, no more."

"Yes, miss, that's the number."

"Turn down the volume, it's too noisy. Also, turn on the exhaust fan..." she said lightly as she sat down next to Lorraine.

The waiter agreed repeatedly and then ran away as if he had been pardoned.

Lorraine chuckled, then felt a little frustrated.

"You said I was easy to bully, right? Even a little bit..."

The Republic placed a finger on his commander's lips.

"You, how many times have I told you to be careful... You're usually so smart, why are you so dumb at a time like this?"

"By the way, how do you know the price?"

"Hong Kong offers a discount. The price of alcohol here is 20% off the mainland price. I'll just guess as to the specifics."

"You're so cute! You were asked to pay when you were halfway through your drink, and you were still so sweet."

"He was just afraid that I would get drunk and no one would care, but you see, no one cares." Lorraine shamelessly kissed Republic's knuckles.

Anyway, the alcohol is definitely taking effect.

"Are you mad at me?"

"No, I wouldn't dare."

"Think I'm laughing at you? No, wait, I'm serious."

"When have you ever been wrong about me?" Lorraine slumped on the table.

"You said it yourself, so is it right this time?"

"When have you ever been wrong?"

Republic nodded in satisfaction and laughed softly, her body shaking as she took a sip of her Casablanca.

"You, I've wanted to say this for a long time, how come you are more sensitive than us, a group of problematic ship girls." The scent of irises gently penetrated Lorraine's nostrils.

"I think you should go find Siren, or Ember and the others. You'll be calmer than anyone else at that time anyway."

"Maybe I was just scared..."

"Then what if I tell Gridley? News like 'The leader of the younger generation of Donghuang commanders was terrified in battle with the Siren' will be trending on the forum tomorrow."

"Ah... don't say that... in public..." Lorraine reached out, wanting to shake Republic's hand. "Even if I mess up, there's still Wisconsin and the others..."

"Do you have to talk about other women in front of me?" Republic took another sip of wine casually.

"Snapped!"

A dry static electricity generated between the two people.

"You hurt me." Republic stated the fact calmly.

"I'm sorry..." Lorraine held Republic's hand again, "But, but I do love you. No matter how many times I say this, I still want to say it. Please forgive me if it annoys you."

The Republic was then content to be linked with Lorraine.

Lorraine gently kissed the back of Republic's hand.

The two looked at each other.

"Cheers to your eyes~"

Republic raised the glass in his hand, and the champagne bubbles in it looked very much like Lorraine's eyes.

"Anyway, whatever the stupid commander wants won't be implemented here~" Republic drank the wine in his hand in one gulp.

"What?" Lorraine was confused.

"Like, what are you going to do to me here, honey?" Republic's cheeks flushed slightly.

"What are you doing..." Lorraine was helpless. "It's hard to do that after drinking."

"You dare to say you don't have that idea~"

"Okay, you win." Lorraine was deflated and learned to be obedient, sipping the wine in his hand in small sips.

"So." The Republic is really a super lady tonight.

She folded her arms and legs, leaning forward slightly as she looked at Lorraine.

After the latter drank half of the wine obediently, he reached out and touched his forehead.

"Oh, they all drank too much."

She played with her hair.

The way to deal with Lorraine is simple: either give him an outlet or divert his attention.

"Anyway, if we use the hypothesis as an excuse, everyone is an asshole."

"including me?"

"Oh, no, of course not."

"Sister Burgundy?"

"How can it be……"

"Miss Wisconsin, Miss Venice?"

"Ah this..."

"Well, from what I've seen, you're actually that kind of person, someone who writes nonsense in their year-end reports."

Lorraine felt that he could not be led around like this any longer. In short, the Republic had successfully diverted his attention and easily shifted Lorraine's attention to the side.

He stood up and touched the eldest lady's forehead.

"You look drunk too!"

"Who knows? Anyway, the stupid commander is definitely drunker than me."

Lorraine deflated when Republic gently pinched her cheek.

Lorraine drank the last sip, snorted arrogantly, stood up, and looked at himself through the window.

What? It’s because you’re young.

His beard was clean-shaven, but his clothes were a bit... He quickly straightened his clothes and turned up his collar.

It just feels like something is missing.

The Republic stood by him, and things became much more harmonious.

Lorraine felt that a missing part of herself had been filled.

Republic held Lorraine's arm affectionately and admired the reflection of the two of them in the glass window.

She reached out and straightened Lorraine's tie.

In the eyes of his wife, the husband always has many imperfections.

"how?"

"Much more comfortable..." Lorraine breathed a sigh of relief.

The Republic gave Lorraine a light kiss on the cheek, as if to repay the previous kiss.

The two didn't make a splash as performers on stage.

But as the two walked out, applause broke out.

This basement is still too small... It can't accommodate long-lasting love, nor can it be bound by all kinds of rules and regulations. It is just a place for pure venting and carnival.

"Why do I feel like we were kicked out?" Lorraine muttered.

"I think..."

The two chatted casually again.

Lorraine wanted to give his coat to the Republic, but the latter refused.