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"That's nothing. The excessive things are still to come."

Liu Cheng said, reaching out his hand to lift Gascogne's bangs, revealing her smooth forehead above her thin eyebrows. Having seen so many beautiful eyes of ship girls, Liu Cheng could roughly guess their moods from their gazes and the fluctuations of their mind cubes, but there was only a little fluctuation and doubt in Gascogne's eyes, even when Liu Cheng touched her cheek.

"Gascogne, with a cold expression, is very cool and cute."

“Thank you for your evaluation, Master.”

"You will follow all my orders, right?"

Gascon said without hesitation: "Gasconi, at your service."

"You are being a bit cruel." Dunkirk couldn't help but say, "Don't attack Gascony. Your behavior is very bad."

Liu Cheng did not explain, but continued to look into Gascon's eyes and said, "What if I order you to serve me?"

"The Master requests detailed instructions for "serving."

Liu Cheng said bluntly: "Take off the clothes that hinder heat dissipation, use every part of your appearance module to satisfy my most primitive human impulse, and finally accommodate my deoxyribonucleic acid, understand?"

"Liu Cheng, you've gone too far." Dunkirk spoke up for Gascony. He couldn't believe that these were the words of Liu Cheng, and stretched out his hand to hold her in his arms.

Gascoigne just looked calm: "Without data accumulation, it is impossible to analyze the tactical significance of this order."

Liu Cheng continued to ask: "Does that mean you refuse to follow orders?"

"It is impossible to analyze the tactical significance of this order."

"understood."

Liu Cheng did not do anything excessive to Gascoigne. He originally had a guess in his mind that Gascoigne seemed to have closed his heart rather than lacking any emotional module. Now it seems that this possibility is greater. He pretends to be stupid when faced with orders he is unwilling to execute. How can he be a robot?

If this is true, then Liu Cheng naturally has the means to forcibly open the blockade... But why does Gascoigne want to close her heart? Others wishful thinking wants her to live a normal life as a ship girl, but is she willing to come out and face the world?

At this time, the conference table began to fall into an awkward silence again. Marco Polo finally noticed Liu Cheng who had been paddling all the time, and shouted in dissatisfaction -

"Liu Cheng, say something!"

Chapter 131 Liu Cheng stops pretending and reveals his cards

"Me? I don't have anything to say."

Liu Cheng acted as if the less ability he had, the less responsibility he had. After all the ship girls in the conference room looked at him, he spread his hands and stated with confidence that he had no responsibility.

However, Liu Cheng's answer made all three parties somewhat dissatisfied and confused. Although Jean Bart and Richelieu had different positions, they were both a little puzzled. Why didn't Liu Cheng, who showed that he wanted to bridge the division of Azur Lane, seize the opportunity to express his opinion? Compared with Jean Bart, Richelieu, who met with Liu Cheng every evening, had some other guesses in his mind.

But Marco Polo was dissatisfied. Even though he was the main missioner and Liu Cheng was the assistant, he was not seen every day and even now he had not done any work. Wasn't it too much?

"You have nothing to say. You now represent Iron Blood. Your every word and action represents the alliance we are about to establish." Marco Polo raised his proud face, looked at Liu Cheng and said, "Do you have the awareness of being an envoy?"

"Of course I have the awareness of being a messenger."

Liu Cheng stood up, walked to the conference table, put his hands on it, looked at the Iris shipgirls who were in deep silence, and said very forcefully, "I said I have nothing to say because the covenant I proposed on behalf of Iron Blood was never for you to bargain with. Accept or reject, there are only two choices."

Liu Cheng's tough words made many of the ship girls present frown. Even Marco Polo waved at Liu Cheng and whispered to him, "It's too much, a little too much."

Clemenceau narrowed his eyes, looked at Liu Cheng and said, "It is true that we have a cooperative relationship with Iron Blood, but it does not mean that we have to tolerate your dominance. Even after reaching a cooperation, we are still equal!"

Clemenceau's tone was passionate but she suppressed her anger. Both her emotional control and facial expressions were very professional, which made Liu Cheng couldn't help but sigh at her professional acting skills.

"Of course we are equal, but I want to ask you, Miss Clemenceau, do you still remember the original intention of our new alliance?"

Liu Cheng stared at Clemenceau, with an expression that was both impassioned and righteous. Her acting skills were no less than hers. Without waiting for Clemenceau to answer, Liu Cheng slammed the table and said loudly, "It is precisely because we are tired of such endless arguments and wasting time on mutual buck-passing and pulling that we want to break the current rules and establish a more efficient order. Our current debate is the best annotation of all the previous ugliness. Since we want to choose a new future, we should not follow the old path."

"That's right, don't waste time and don't go the old way."

Marco Polo nodded and said, "I originally wanted you to lead the

I know this, but it's a pity that you still get caught up in endless debates. In fact, the truth is often so difficult to grasp, and it's not your fault."

Jeanbal folded her hands and supported her smooth chin. She didn't say anything because she was curious about what Liu Cheng was up to.

Instead, it was Richelieu who spoke first. She looked at Liu Cheng, opened her delicate cherry lips, and asked in her holy and pleasant tone: "So you formed a new covenant just to solve the current problem?"

"of course."

"I have read the contents of the covenant. On the surface, the major forces joining the new alliance are equal, and the commanders are also nominated by the major forces in turn. But in the final analysis, the stronger the force, the greater the right to speak. Is this what you call equality?"

"That's right. There is never absolute equality, only relative equality." Liu Cheng looked at Richelieu with burning eyes and said, "If we follow the equality you envision, Miss Richelieu, then in the end we will inevitably fall into a cycle of wrangling and shirking responsibility. Then everything will be meaningless. There may be other kinds of fairness, but having strong strength is often fairer."

"I don't agree with this statement. What's the difference between this theory and social Darwinism, where the strong prey on the weak? This is not the faith and freedom I pursue."

Richelieu frowned slightly, stood up and confronted Liu Cheng from a distance. For a moment, she didn't quite understand why Liu Cheng, who had been expressing anti-secession ideas in the past few days, would say such words from the perspective of Tiexue and Jean Bart today, exposing some things that everyone knew nakedly under the sun. Is this still the Liu Cheng who can make her feel at ease and seems trustworthy?

"Faith and freedom are pursued, not imagined." Liu Cheng said mercilessly, "Only by taking the courage to change can there be hope of changing the situation. If you just stay where you are, you will never see real change. Even if there are problems at the beginning, change will lead to success. If you don't change, you will just decay forever."

Richelieu raised his head, and his beautiful rosy red eyes looked into Liu Cheng's deep eyes. His seemingly generous tone actually contained his incomparable firmness. At this moment Richelieu understood that Liu Cheng was not trying to help Tiexue and Jean Bart convince himself, but was trying to convince her from his perspective.

"Yes, that's the truth, everyone understands it."

Jean Bart clapped her hands gently. Her red eyes stared directly at Richelieu's upright face. She said in a tone without joy or sadness, "I have said the same thing to you countless times, but you always choose to shrink your head into your shell and continue to pray meaninglessly. When will a fool like you recognize the truth?"

"Jean Bart, you've gone too far." Lyon's voice was gentle, yet firm. "Richelieu is your sister after all, the leader of our Iris. You..."

"Leon, it's okay."

Richelieu extended his hand to Leon, and she asked Jean Bart and Liu Cheng, "Is there no room for opposing opinions? Must one side compromise with the other?"

Liu Cheng replied: "You can choose not to compromise. Those who agree can stay, and those who disagree can leave. It's that simple."

"Do you want us, Iris, to be divided?"

Richelieu's eyes were filled with broken melancholy, and he looked very touching, but Liu Cheng still said cruelly, "Then this is your business, Iris. You are talking as if you are very united now. I am just expressing my opinion. If you are unwilling to accept it, then we will always be divided like this."

Under the gaze of Jean Bart and the other Iris girls, Richelieu bit his lip and said after an inner struggle: "I need to think about it carefully. My decision concerns the future of Iris."

“Hehe, hehe, hehe—”

After hearing what Richelieu said, Jean Bart smiled, not hiding the disappointment on her face, "Liu Cheng, don't waste your breath on her, just let her escape like this for the rest of her life."

Chapter 132 The Truth Is So Excessive

In previous meetings, everyone would confront each other in an awkward atmosphere until they were exhausted and gradually leave one by one, ending unhappily. However, today, the middle process was skipped and the meeting ended unhappily. Although the atmosphere was still heavy, it was unexpectedly not as exhausting as usual.

"How can you have such a low EQ? Do you know that Richelieu is the leader of Iris?"

It has to be said that although Marco Polo was ambitious but lacked talent and was a little naive in politics, he still had high emotional intelligence. After the atmosphere was made very heavy by Liu Cheng, he started to play the role of peacemaker and pretended to reprimand Liu Cheng a few words. His cheerful and generous manner was not annoying even if he was a little conceited.

"Although the meeting can't go on, at least we have made our point clear. Please give me some face, Marco Polo... How about we go to the golf course together to play a few rounds, relax a little, and then talk about things? "

There was some silence on the field, and it turned out that Marco Polo seemed to have no face.

"My youth is a little bit impetuous, and I haven't yet achieved the tactfulness that a diplomatic envoy should have." Liu Cheng then spoke up, "Anyway, we are all comrades in arms against the Sirens together, and we shouldn't hold grudges just because we have different beliefs. Just relax as Mr. Marco Polo said."

"can."

Clemenceau stood up, stretched out his slender body and said, "I've been sitting for so long, it's a good time to exercise a little."

With a leader, the shipgirls who wanted to ease the atmosphere also expressed their opinions one by one. Even if they supported different paths, everyone in Iris was not an enemy, but on the contrary, they were comrades as close as sisters.

Naturally, I don’t want the atmosphere to remain so depressing.

Everyone's attention was now focused on the pair of sisters.

Let Bal raise his eyebrows: "A competition?"

Richelieu said sternly, "Okay, no bets."

"I don't need to bet with you, just a competition."

"Yes, it's just a competition."

The two leaders of Iris had spoken, so naturally the decision was made. Even though there was still tension, this was one of the few exchanges between the two sisters in all these months. So the Iris ship girls took action spontaneously, some organizing sports equipment, some preparing food and drinks. Their simple beliefs and contradictions were fully reflected in them.

Marco Polo was very satisfied with this. Is this what it feels like to be in control of a situation? As expected, he still has a lot of face.

Unfortunately, Marco Polo, who was so confident that he was a little conceited, had not yet realized that the real owner of the face fruit was actually the person who took over her conversation.

"Why were you so blunt and harsh in your words to Richelieu today? It didn't seem like you at all..."

Dunkirk pursed her lips slightly, and looked at the man beside her with a complicated expression. She felt that he, who was obviously very familiar to her, seemed a little strange. Dunkirk was just like many gentle-hearted Iris girls. Even though she supported Jean Bart, she still recognized Richelieu who led them to victory and glory again and again. Contradictory feelings always lingered in her heart.

"Because the truth is so extreme, and Richelieu knows this, so she is not angry." Liu Cheng looked at Richelieu's slender but slightly thin back in front of him and said, "I believe that as a leader, Richelieu is definitely not such a hesitant person. I hope she can accept the reality as soon as possible."

"What reality?"

Liu Cheng said: "The division of Azur Lane is irreversible."

Dunkirk lifted her long hair by her ear and looked at Liu Cheng's profile. This man who said he wanted to bridge the conflict said that the split was irreversible. Did he admit defeat?

"Sometimes I really don't understand you. I thought I knew you a little bit..." Dunkirk's voice was gentle, with a hint of sorrow that could touch people's hearts, "Now it seems that I don't know you at all."

Liu Cheng's heart trembled. Looking at the gentle and lovely person beside him, he didn't want her to feel depressed any more, so Liu Cheng's face was still as friendly as usual: "I can't help it. The situation is like this. Richelieu is entangled, you don't think I won't be entangled, right?"

"I understand……"

"After all, Richelieu is so beautiful, and I was thinking of using sweet words to win her over. Then she can work together with the Jean Bart sisters to be my wings and resolve conflicts. Isn't that wonderful? Now that I have offended her severely, I guess there is no hope."

"..."

Dunkirk, who was originally feeling a little emotional, suddenly became confused. She glared at Liu Cheng and said, "I was wrong. You are still so dishonest."

"Where is it?"

"You just said that to Gascony. That's awful."

"How is it bad? This is treatment." Liu Cheng said righteously, "I could have said this without anyone around, but I said it in front of you, Gascoigne. Doesn't this show that I am aboveboard and have a clear conscience?"

Dunkirk couldn't help but curl his lips, and shook his head pretending to be helpless: "You are still so shameless."

"Yes, I have always been so thick-skinned."

Liu Cheng said, looking around. There were still many eyes looking at him. Even so, he reached out and held Dunkirk's warm hand, and said naturally, "I don't know how to play golf yet. How about you teach me later?"

Dunkirk's body trembled. The warmth from the big hand seemed to penetrate into her skin and extend all the way to her delicate cheek. Dunkirk struggled subconsciously, raised her head and saw Liu Cheng's sincere eyes. Her heart melted like water.

"it is good."

The Iris Harbor area is not actually that small, but due to the limited scope of activities, Liu Cheng has basically only visited a small part of it, so he naturally didn't know that there is a golf course covering a large area on the other side of the island. It is upper-class, too upper-class. Compared with the Roman Baths and the Royal Racecourse in Sardinia, Iris is not inferior.

Dunkirk went to get spare equipment and prepare meals for the camping. Liu Chengxian stood aside and watched the competition between Richelieu and the Jean Bart sisters from a distance. Although they had different temperaments, their backs were both tall and slender. Together with Marco Polo who volunteered to be the referee, they formed the three giants in Marco Polo's mind.

"Richelieu and Jean Bart, one hesitated for a long time, fearing that the ball would disappear after a swing; the other didn't care where he hit it at all, and swung his arm around every time - it was really interesting."

Clemenceau stood beside Liu Cheng and looked at the backs of the two sisters with him. She said, "Aren't you going over? I think Jean Bart can't help but mock Richelieu again."

"Don't worry, let them quarrel for a while, they won't fight anyway."

Clemenceau raised his eyebrows and joked, "Then you, brother-in-law, will take advantage of the situation and take it down in one fell swoop?"

"Yes, that's what I planned."

Liu Cheng followed Clemenceau's words and said, "When Dunkirk comes to teach me how to play golf, I will let them know what genius is and what cruelty is."

Chapter 133: The Bad Woman's Thousand Tricks

"I also know how to play golf. Do you want me to teach you?"

"No, Dunkirk has already promised me." Liu Cheng glanced at Clemenceau and joked, "I'm afraid you'll take the opportunity of teaching me to do something to me."

Clemenceau blinked and said, "Then you can resist. Don't tell me you can't beat a woman."

"Are you a woman? You are a battleship of tens of thousands of tons." Liu Cheng smiled and looked at Clemenceau's chest, which was far ahead of other Richelieu-class battleships. God knows how firm and elastic it was. "I won't resist. I will only use one of the thirty-six strategies. I will use your strategy against you."

The golf course is not completely flat, but has some small hills. At this time, Liu Cheng and Clemenceau were standing in a low-lying area, not far from the rest area with a sunshade. They could just look up at Richelieu and the others on the teeing area on the hillside. Due to the angle, even if the ship girls in these two places noticed Liu Cheng and Clemenceau, they could only see their heads or backs.

Clemenceau tied her long hair high behind her sun hat. She had changed into a thin white sports vest at some point, which not only revealed her flat belly, but also had the front wide open to reveal the white shadows in her charming cleavage. Her hips were wrapped in black sports shorts, and her long legs revealed from the thighs were straight and tight.

"I just saw you and Dunkirk in action."

"What action?"

"Hand in hand."

"What's wrong with holding hands? I'm not hiding it." Liu Cheng said confidently, "Dunkirk and I have been in love for a long time. There's nothing wrong with holding hands a little bit, right?"

"On the surface, of course there is no problem, but Dunkirk is a good girl. Are you sure you want to leave her with the thought that she is out of reach?" Clemenceau put his hands behind his back, making his waist look straighter. She said, "Dunkirk just has feelings for you now. If you don't respond, such feelings will not ferment, and then it won't be so painful when you separate. But you still stir up her emotions when you know that you can't stay with her forever, and even have to go your separate ways, so you let her suffer more pain of betrayal afterwards. For such a gentle person like her, isn't it too much?"

"What do you know?"

Liu Cheng glanced at Clemenceau, looked at the newly sprouted spring grass on the golf course and said, "Who said that parting is betrayal? If you leave without giving a response, that would be really irresponsible and would really make her fall into self-doubt. Endless speculation is the most torturous. Even if I have to do something I have to do, I will give hope for the future and my promise. I am a little fickle, but I am definitely not a scumbag."

Clemenceau blinked his eyes. “So conscious?”

"Otherwise, I am loved by many ship girls, and I am not a hesitant coward."

"So confident?"

"Confident."