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

The blonde lady tried to shake off her superior's hand, but she failed.

It's really funny. As a battleship, I can't even get rid of a sickly person's hand.

Republic thought about it, clenched and unclenched his hand, and finally sat down dejectedly, leaning against the wardrobe next to the bed.

Is it that every one of my shipgirls has this kind of estrangement with me? Lorraine felt a little headache, but he didn't express it.

The curtains were drawn and the door was shut.

The light above our heads was pale, and in the dead silence as we looked at each other in silence, the alarm clock on the bedside table was ticking.

"Well, you could blame it all on the weather," Lorraine said. "After all, the weather in a coastal city is always a little bit difficult to adapt to."

"For example, the lower air pressure here or something."

A relaxed tone, trying to lighten the atmosphere a bit.

Lorraine felt the rope made of fragments jumping and breathed a sigh of relief.

I just kept walking and falling, the scabby wounds hurt, but I still felt like something was missing. The Republic lowered its head again.

I just choose boring things and hope for unrealizable wishes.

I can't even win, haha——

"Republic, Republic..."

As the glory of the Church, or as she shouldered the responsibilities of freedom, equality and fraternity, such heavy pressure, after repeated setbacks, made her feel like she was about to be drowned.

During those disasters, some people exchanged their children for food; some people wielded swords and killed their brothers and sisters; some people drank the last few sips of bad wine and fell to the ground, never to wake up again; some people threw the frozen bodies of their roommates out of the shack, and curled up in the corner, losing their faith and motivation, and spent another day in hunger and cold.

Some of those heartbeats are slowly becoming weaker; some are going from weakness to silence; some are even beating in the last second and are silent in the next second.

How could it be possible that the people chosen by God and named after the Republic could not hear the cries of the masses?

The crying of babies, people's yearning for life...all kinds of chaotic sounds were entangled in the shadows, forming the shackles around her when Lorraine first saw her in that empty world.

People standing in the light cannot see these.

"Yes, it's broken." She said tremblingly.

How could she, who couldn't even achieve the simplest victory, shoulder such heavy pressure?

The Republic raised his head, looked at Lorraine who was choosing his words, and said, "If sympathy is all that remains in the end, you'd better forget it."

Her fragile self-esteem and stubbornness were still pulling her down, causing her to sink into the deep sea.

"I don't understand!" But after she said that, she still cried.

Then the wind stopped, leaving only the rain to continuously hit the wound.

"Why! Why do you treat me like this!" Republic covered his head. "Since there are better choices than me, what else do I need to do?"

"Just tear it down! Why give me hope and then take it away? What's the point of just letting me watch from the harbor?"

"You just choose boring things, and just hope for unrealizable wishes..." Her voice weakened, and her hands fell down weakly.

Like a broken doll.

In the end, even his superiors became alienated from him.

How can I really catch up with you and keep you, you who come and go without a trace...

"There is no need for God's care. What you call beauty is me on a parallel line." She smiled, but her smile was fake.

"Is it okay to live like this?"

"Will you still be ridiculed and told, 'No one can understand your thoughts'?"

The Republic muttered to itself, "To fill the heart with tasteless emotions."

"Finally you said it out." Lorraine said softly, "Do you feel better now?"

"Our hearts are transparent, yet we have lived this life hiding."

He squatted down and shook Republic's hand.

"Things like tears make you stronger are just sophistry. But don't say goodbye to the world. That would be too heartbreaking."

"You are the most brilliant iris." Lorraine continued, "As long as people see the you on the parallel line, that you will be the you of today."

"It will also be you in the past and you in the future."

“Why lie even when it hurts?”

He knelt down and hugged the exquisite doll in front of him.

"It's okay if you want to be willful."

"Also, if summer is about to leave, please take me, barefoot, with you."

Lorraine didn't let go, and the doll in his arms trembled.

"Really?" Republic's voice trembled. "Even if, even if I just want to look up at the blue sky, it's okay?"

"You can't look up at the blue sky in the subway station." Lorraine said softly.

"The heart is the only thing that remains." Lorraine pointed to his heart. "Don't give up even if it hurts. Haven't we all lived our lives the way we want?"

"No one really wants to die," Lorraine said, "but they just want to disappear, right?"

"But, but there are still things worth pursuing."

“And when you are full of hope, spring comes.”

Chapter 96 Before the Next Day

Where do the parallel lines come from? It's always just "us".

Maybe life is one big lie, and even that lie is a fiction.

From the beginning to the end, it is all "us" who struggle in "society", outline our own "dreams", and yet hate this kind of "performance" inexplicably.

The path "we" take is "automatically blocked" and "extends into the unknown."

Hate the feeling of inferiority and the feeling of superiority of being different from others.

What really makes us suffer is not those specific things, but the feeling that our lives in daily life are like banana leaves, which have not fallen but are gradually rotting.

Perhaps even the Republic itself does not know what it is thinking in its heart.

Do you really think so? You clearly don't understand my fear.

What is a beginning for someone is an end for me.

She was tired of this kind of life...

Fate or miracles, that must be a pity for me.

After all, it can't even let me take that small step.

I want to take a short break, but time is so cruel every minute, dragging me forward. Although everything seems to be going smoothly, in fact, it is not going well.

"I wonder if this kind of random concern can make you feel a little more excited?" Lorraine's words interrupted Republic's wild thoughts.

Be it dreams, hopes, or the meaning of life, those things are not necessarily necessary. Please give me a chance that is concrete and easy to understand.

"You've heard enough of 'Are you sick?' You've experienced those miserable feelings enough that you don't want to experience them again, right?" Lorraine patted Republic's back gently.

Lorraine thought about the various slanderous remarks against certain ships that he had seen in his previous life, and in his heart he had already cursed the family trees of certain people.

If you have any dissatisfaction, please don't vent it on the ship, asshole!

Republic pushed Lorraine away with force.

It’s better to just let this absurd thing go to the bottom. There’s no such thing as a free lunch.

All things are becoming more and more troublesome, so let everything end quietly.

"Like you said, I've had enough!" Republic finally said somewhat collapsed.

"So please, don't touch it anymore, don't care..." She lowered her head, and her dried-up tear glands secreted a few crystal tears again.

This dirty road cannot be changed.

I was tired and became a coward. It was a futile effort to escape, so I covered my ears and cried inwardly, thinking that this was the last step.

What is life? Is it enough to just live in obscurity and think that this is happiness?

I cried so much, how embarrassing, Republic thought.

"But this is no longer the world as before." Lorraine looked at the Republic.

The eldest lady was stunned.

"You see, your efforts here are indeed rewarded. Besides, what does everything before have to do with you now?" Lorraine said slowly.

"Why can't you take a break? Since you're tired of crying."

"Are you afraid of being eliminated?" Lorraine thought for a moment.

According to that world, she really is...

"It's been hard, but from now on, it's a new life." He said something similar again.

“If you feel sad because you miss the sunset, you will also miss the stars that watch over us.”

"Even if the stars can only protect us at night, at least we can have a home."

Lorraine looked out the window, but it was hidden by curtains.

But Lorraine believed that the starry sky outside the window was bright.

The Republic twitched, finally raising its head slightly and looking towards its commander.

The pair of lovely starry eyes, now stained with black shadows due to the backlight, reveal a bit of cosmic mystery.

The Republic recalled a poem he had read:

"The night of God is endless.

Your existence is light, the ever-flowing light.

You are that lonely moment."

"Maybe." She responded after a long silence.

Then, smile again.

Thinking of this, she forced a smile, probably wanting to laugh from the bottom of her heart.

But even so, Lorraine still breathed a sigh of relief.

In Lorraine's sight, the glaring scarlet on the thread of glass fragments on his wrist was slowly fading away.

Lorraine breathed a sigh of relief, barely perceptible.

"That's right." He laughed.

There is no need to force yourself to smile nicely, as long as it comes from the heart.

"Mingming, Mingming, you can't laugh either..." Republic whispered, "Mingming, you've become a tattered person..."

The night was getting late and it seemed that the next day was almost here.

"Why do you still make me try so hard to laugh?" Her voice was filled with tears.

She knew that the boss would secretly study in the bedroom in the middle of the night to make up for the fact that she had played with them during her spare time and had relaxed from her heavy coursework.

Even if her and Burgundy's ship equipment is already excellent, Lorraine will still think about how to further strengthen it.

"Because I can't help you on the battlefield, I can only work harder in places like this." The words of my superior are still ringing in my ears.

But on the training ground, when the shells flew towards the command ship, why did you say in the communication without hesitation, "Don't you care!"

She burst into tears.

"You care whether Sister Burgundy and I are happy or not, you care whether we are injured or not, you even care that we don't have new clothes..."

"You're just an asshole who doesn't care about yourself at all!"

She hugged her boss fiercely.

It's like being afraid of disappointing others, being afraid of not being able to meet expectations, and being afraid of not being able to complete the tasks assigned by your superiors.

But I definitely won’t care about myself.

Lorraine was stunned. He really didn't expect that the Republic still cared about him at this time.