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

"No one will take action in front of top bosses like Zhenhai, Pinghai, Cleveland, the Kitchen Goddess, the Duke of York, and Lyon."

"So you two can totally go enjoy the celebration."

There was a hint of request and unquestionableness in the tone.

Republic hesitated for a moment, "Well, if the sir wishes."

"Hmph." Burgundy crossed his arms and said nothing in the end.

The two men took Lorraine to the door of the lecture hall.

"Go ahead and relax." Lorraine smiled. "It's a rare school anniversary, why would you come to jail with me?"

"I know, I know." Burgundy looked at him, "Just call me if you need anything."

"Of course, I still value my life." Lorraine still smiled.

"You'd better be." Burgundy didn't bother to look at him, and turned to leave with the Republic.

Cherish your life? Lorraine shook his head. This was a lie.

He sighed, adjusted his appearance and expression slightly, then opened the door and walked into the lecture hall.

There were only a few people sitting in such a large lecture hall.

As he expected, those were indeed the people sitting in the lecture hall.

The last chair has been pulled out in advance, and the meaning is self-evident.

He saluted all the bosses and then sat down properly.

Cleveland was the first to burst out laughing.

"Why are you so nervous? Sit back and relax. This is not an interrogation." Zhenhai also smiled softly.

"You're the first one here." Cleveland sat down nonchalantly. "Please wait a moment."

"Okay." Lorraine couldn't help but relax.

But I didn’t relax much.

After all, the gazes of the three big guys, the Duke of York, Lyon, and Pinghai, still put a lot of pressure on him.

"Click." The door was pushed open again, and the rest of the people walked in one after another.

Soon, everyone arrived.

Lorraine took a rough look and didn't see many people. It should be a few top students from each grade and department.

That’s why there are only three of us in my class.

Lorraine fell into deep thought, and there were five or six sophomores and juniors from next door.

"Now that everyone's here, let's get started." The Duke of York clapped his hands with a smile. "They are indeed all young talents..."

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The Republic wandered aimlessly through the celebrations.

The boss was at a symposium, and Burgundy had slipped away to who knows where.

She was the only one left, wandering around the celebration exhibition.

"Ms. Burgundy doesn't really like loud noises," she sighed, picking up a hairpin on the stall and looking at it.

"Miss, what do you need?" The stall owner was a Juno.

"No, I'll just take a look." Republic waved his hand and left.

There really is everything.

There’s a nesting doll shop not far away, and it seems to be run by Fletcher. Is there also a weird maid cafe?

Royal Ship Girls is all about playing with flowers.

With a slight sigh, the Republic shook its head and prepared to move forward.

Wait, that's... Forbin at the door?

The little girl in a maid outfit was shyly soliciting customers at the door.

Gongxing sighed, took out his cell phone and called the Discipline Department.

Jiang Feng said he had received it, and then quickly took people to the scene.

Seeing the abnormal coffee shop being closed down by Instructor Jiang Feng, Gongxing turned and left.

Hidden strength and name.

Well, it's a good deed.

She continued to wander.

Many commanders brought their own ship girls to participate in multiplayer projects, and they looked very happy.

The Republic stopped and looked for a moment, adjusted his hat, and then continued forward.

It’s pretty good, everyone is happy.

"I should have gone with Burgundy-senpai..." She muttered, her voice pausing slightly.

There is a T-junction in front of me.

There are roads on both sides, one leading away from the bustling city and towards the seaside; the other returning to the celebration and returning to the world.

But Gongguo was not interested in these things. She was just attracted by a doll shop in front of her.

Her feet moved uncontrollably as she walked into the store.

There was no one in the store, and it seemed that the purpose of these dolls being here was just to be provided for people to watch, and they were not to be sold.

But soon, the price tag below the doll dispelled her idea.

She walked slowly. There was no doubt that these dolls were quite exquisite and of a very high level.

She stopped in front of almost every doll and looked at them carefully.

They are fixed with metal frames or silk threads, always maintaining the same posture.

After reading one, the Republic always quickly turned its head away and started looking at the next one.

This was quite different from the patience she showed in her initial careful observation.

The decoration inside the store is also very interesting. The masks hanging on the wall always remind people of the masked ball in Venice.

The Republic suddenly covered his mouth.

She bent down slightly and walked forward with trembling steps.

Disgusting.

Why do I feel disgusted?

In his mind, the blind bombardment under the cyclone and the dazzling fire in the rainstorm flashed back again.

Then there is the thread made up of fragments that binds everyone in that lonely world.

But perhaps, those threads were simply binding her?

She no longer cared.

She, who was galloping and fighting in the world, seemed to be bound by crimson threads.

Why is it red?

The Republic looked back in confusion. A red mask was hung on a red silk thread, and below it was a puppet in gorgeous attire.

The doll is exquisitely lifelike, with a red and black Gothic dress that drags to the ground.

It seemed to dance among dry bones.

If you ignore the dark red silk thread on her body.

The dark red silk thread seems very inconspicuous against the dim light and warm-colored walls.

But in the eyes of the Republic, those threads were so conspicuous, as if they were fished out of blood.

"It's a surprising match for a dead person," she thought.

The seabed covered with the wreckage of warships seemed to be still before my eyes.

She plopped down on her knees.

Nausea and dizziness filled her mind.

"She meets all our requirements: high mobility, large caliber, and sufficient firepower projection..."

"Why were you born at the wrong time? Why were you born in this era..."

"Why can't you protect your country..."

"The current war landscape has changed dramatically. No matter how thick the armor or how powerful the artillery, it's nothing more than a single anti-ship missile..."

"Then there's no need to keep this plan. Let's abolish it."

No...don't!

Don't abandon me...

Me, I'm useful.

The new point defense system is more than capable of intercepting missiles, and I'm proficient in operating it. The main gun's range has also reached the predicted 31km, and compared to missiles, the cost and price of shells are lower. Furthermore, the new engine can maintain a speed of 32 knots in combat. I'll do my best to keep up with the fleet...

So…please don’t!

click!

Everything came to a halt as the filing cabinet door was closed forever.

"The new X-tier battleship Republic, I believe she will bring us different surprises."

The illusory real sea surface appeared before my eyes.

But she was a little overwhelmed.

They were only half-heartedly engaged in a fight with unfamiliar warships.

"Great can opener, gives me a 431 spin."

"Well, this walk, this armor..."

"It's not as strong as I expected. Tsk, forget it. It's just a level 10.5 Grand Tour. What's the fun in that?"

"Nana sauce is still more fun."

Always floating in the virtual port area, ironically, this port area is also called Marseille.

People say that the port of Marseille has the pure blue of the Mediterranean and the gentle Mediterranean breeze.

But she had never seen it.

Perhaps the real Marseille is just like this.

However, the houses around the port are always empty.

She sat on the bridge of her own ship, watching other battleships leave the port and return home blankly.

Since it is still like this.

So, what's the point?

She looked up, and the dull clouds and light and shadows in the sky always maintained that ridiculous look.

It's so neat and tidy that it looks like it was designed by humans.

She just watched, and kept watching.

Why not just let me disappear? Why did you design me?

As an exhibit to show people?

She looked up.

She saw herself fastened with silk threads and placed in a display case.

Chapter 77 An Unpleasant Reunion

"Miss, are you okay?" An unexpected voice broke into Republic's ears.