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

Lorraine woke up slowly, yawned and rubbed his eyes.

It looks like he hasn't slept enough.

"The show is about to begin," Republic whispered.

"Huh?" Lorraine took a few seconds to restart his CPU, "Oh oh oh."

The two ship girls on the left and right smiled helplessly.

Because a crow looks like a desk...?

Lorraine thought about it and shook his head, as if trying to get rid of these thoughts.

He sat up and looked at the stage. "What's going on?"

"Operation Falling Cherry Blossom," the Republic whispered.

Lorraine was a little confused, "Isn't it the Battle of Müromets?"

"There are the children of the parties involved." Burgundy gestured to the people in the front row.

Lorraine understood.

The public likes glorified wars, but for the parties involved, it seems inappropriate.

Wasn’t Nolan’s “Dunkirk” also criticized like this?

Lorraine took a deep breath, and the chill of late autumn flowed into his lungs, making him feel a little more energetic.

The time was just right, the sun had just set and night was quietly falling.

On the makeshift main stage, the curtain seemed to descend with the sun. A slightly chaotic sound of footsteps echoed from the stage, and the actors and the stars took the stage together.

Lorraine leaned back in her chair.

Thus, the story slowly unfolds.

The storyteller flicked his fan with a snap.

"This story took place in June 1945.

At that time, the Donghuang Navy was still trapped by outdated equipment, backward tactical thinking, poor military funds, and low-quality soldiers...

At that time, Donghuang was also facing internal and external troubles - internally, the country had not yet been unified, and externally, the Siren army was pressing forward...

It was under such circumstances that Coach Sa summoned heroes from all over the place, determined to drive out the Sirens and pacify the country.

Before Sarr left for the match, he said..."

The curtain opened and the storyteller stepped aside.

The marshal stepped onto the stage. He was 86 years old at that time.

"The people are suffering and the country is in turmoil. It's difficult, difficult, difficult."

"Looking out at the distant sea, the storm continues, no, no, no."

With the first report from the messenger ship girl, the Siren army is approaching.

Operation Falling Phoenix, known as one of the most tragic and classic wars in the history of the Siren War, has begun.

Halfway through the performance, Lorraine left, taking Burgundy and the Republic with her.

Lorraine knew what they were going to say even with her eyes closed -

"Our ship can no longer return. We are about to ram it. May your military luck be with you..."

"We will fight to the last bullet..."

He believed that no country's navy in the world would be cowardly.

"Why don't you continue watching?" Burgundy looked at Lorraine.

"No need to look." Lorraine was silent for a moment.

The senior student sitting in front of him seemed to have started wiping away tears.

But he felt that he couldn't cry.

Maybe it’s because it was too long ago, or maybe it’s because I haven’t experienced it personally.

In short, he could not express anything except silence. In order not to spoil the mood, it would be better for him to leave early.

Looking back along the lines of memory, all that remains are nameless fragments, apart from the gray monotony.

"It's the same when we go back to the dormitory..." Lorraine yawned.

"Then you might as well not have come, sir," said the Republic. "It would be even more impolite to leave the table halfway."

Lorraine could only smile helplessly.

Burgundy was helpless, "Forget it, the commander is not in good health to begin with."

"That's right." The Republic nodded, as if acknowledging the fact that someone was weak.

Luo Lin yawned and said, "Go back to the dormitory. I think I have to get up early tomorrow..."

"Indeed." The Republic nodded. "The commander will go on stage to receive the award tomorrow."

"Hey?" Lorraine's eyes lit up. "Did they tell me what the reward is specifically?"

"It's not construction anyway," Burgundy said.

Lorraine curled her lips and said, "I suddenly don't want to go. Republic sauce, Burgundy sauce, how about you two go in my place..."

"Just say that SKK, I was scratched by a stray bullet and need to rest." Lorraine said.

"No, Commander must go." Burgundy narrowed his eyes.

"Oh!" Lorraine felt terrible, "My lazy sleep..."

"Still sleeping in? Sir, if you sleep in, you will easily miss breakfast." Republic was dissatisfied.

She and Burgundy now take turns waking up Lorraine every day (it used to be Lorraine who woke up Burgundy, but now Lorraine is really getting lazier and lazier. What a corrupt life the commander is living~).

Luo is the kind of person who can't get up unless there is something wrong. If the two are called Lorraine, it will be okay for Burgundy, but it will be a headache for the Republic.

The eldest lady once wondered if she lacked the temperament of a young lady and was not as serious as the knight lady, so she could not call her own superior.

The main problem is Lorraine, who often skips breakfast and is in poor health.

In short, the two worried ship girls have a unified consensus - Commander must get up and eat breakfast for me! And he must maintain a regular schedule, and he is not allowed to stay up late unless there are special circumstances!

"Okay, okay." Lorraine could only agree. After all, he couldn't persuade his girl.

"That's right." Burgundy smiled.

"You guys..." Lorraine said she just wanted to sleep in.

Republic put his hands on his hips and said, "No sleeping past nine o'clock. This is what we agreed on."

Lorraine sighed, "I know."

Obviously, I'm already in college, but why have I become like this...

Mr. Luo fell into deep thought.

But this is fine. He finally gave up thinking and laughed.

The two girls were no longer surprised by their commander's ever-changing expressions.

In short, as long as our commander is happy...

If that's true.

Burgundy and the Republic looked at each other and sighed imperceptibly.

Lorraine opened the dormitory door and returned to the sofa to continue being a corpse.

"Commander, go to bed if you want to. Don't lie here. You'll catch a cold easily." Burgundy sat down beside him.

The Republic was boiling water again and nodded in agreement when he heard this.

"Oh." Lorraine curled his lips and sat up obediently.

"I hope the school can give us something good tomorrow." Lorraine looked at the moon outside the window.

Some people look at the bright moon and miss their hometown, while others just want the calmness of the bright moon.

And some people are both.

The predecessors in 1945 were, but what about Lorraine?

He didn't know it himself.

Chapter 92 Receiving the Award

It's good to be young, but to fall asleep is to fall asleep.

Lorraine fell asleep peacefully the moment she touched the pillow last night, and Burgundy, who checked on her in the middle of the night, smiled and nodded.

Until this morning.

"Boom, boom."

There was a knock on the door as expected.

"Sir, I'm coming in." Republic tried hard to sound slightly cool like Burgundy.

But the effect...it seems that Mr. Luo passed away peacefully.

"Sir? Sir?" Republic sighed and regained his normal voice.

Looking at the terminal that had been moved to the side, the Republic knew that the terminal had failed to wake up its own boss.

Lorraine squirmed, as if in response.

"If you don't get up, sir, I'll be angry." Republic walked to the bedside.

"No..." Lorraine protested weakly.

"No, there's an award ceremony this morning." Republic shook Lorraine.

"I don't want to go..." Lorraine hadn't slept enough. For some reason, it seemed that he had been very sleepy ever since he had been to that lonely world once.

"Sir!" Republic pretended to lift Lorraine's quilt.

The effect was excellent. Lorraine quickly held down the quilt and seemed to be much more awake.

Lorraine curled her lips, slowly sat up, and then took a few seconds to completely turn on her brain.

The Republic always feels that such a leader is really, super cute!

No wonder Sister Burgundy always says the Commander is cute.

The Republic looked into Lorraine's blue-purple eyes, the stars in which were shaking and twinkling.

It looks like the stars haven't woken up yet.

"Republic?" Lorraine tilted his head. "Is there something on my face?"

Only then did the Republic realize how rude his behavior had been.

"Um, sorry, sorry..." The blonde lady, rarely seen, looked away with a slight blush, and adjusted her hat as if nothing had happened.

Lorraine felt like she was healed. "That's cute."

"The commander is cute too." Republic stepped back slightly to make room for Lorraine, who got out of bed quickly and folded the quilt.

The Republic draws back the curtain.

The days are much shorter now.

It is now 7:30 in the morning and the sky is just getting light. It is cloudy today, so the light is not very good and is gray.

"I hope the sun will come out soon." Lorraine shook his head and went to wash up.

Burgundy happened to come out of the kitchen with breakfast.

This morning we had porridge and steamed buns, which is Lorraine's most common combination.

Mr. Luo, however, showed a bitter face, "Why are they still the same..."

"Commander, please take good care of your stomach." Burgundy wiped her hands and sat down gracefully. The Republic's demeanor was no less impressive than hers.

At the dinner table, the two ship girls from Iris always unconsciously maintain the posture and demeanor that Iris should have.

Even if it was just a simple Chinese breakfast, they always made Lorraine feel that she should replace the chopsticks in her hand with a knife and fork.