KanColle does not allow me to work from nine to five

Although Liu Cheng is a playboy, he is not the kind of person who dares to do things without taking responsibility. Although he originally planned to wait until Bal was exhausted at night before confessing, which would probably be safer, but since he has been caught, there is nothing to hide, everyone will know it sooner or later anyway.

"As you can see, Dunkirk and I like each other, and it's natural that we fall in love with each other over time. I don't want to deceive you, nor do I want to deceive myself." Although he felt a little embarrassed, Liu Cheng still cleared his throat and said, "It's all my fault. I was not a good husband and took the initiative to seduce Dunkirk. Dunkirk is much more innocent than me, so she couldn't resist the temptation of me, a man with bad intentions and rich experience. Well, that's it."

"What are you talking about!" Dunkirk's face flushed slightly. She didn't want to make things worse, so she quickly said to Jean Bart, "It's me. I didn't expect that we were just getting along normally, but naturally the feelings would be different. I just have a slight liking for him, but not that much."

"I'm just taking the blame for you. Why don't you admit it? You just made a solemn promise to me."

"That's when the atmosphere got to the point..."

"So what if the atmosphere is there? You are not a casual person."

"Of course I'm not a casual person, it's just... I don't know how to say it..."

Dunkirk was a good girl, and a heroic female knight in battle, but it was the first time she had encountered a situation like this, with her best friend and the man she loved, and she had no idea what to do.

Until Bal's stern face broke into a smile, he glared at Liu Cheng with a look of helplessness and relief, and said, "You performed well. If you had shirked responsibility and refused to take responsibility just now, I would definitely have tied you to the barrel of the gun."

"what?"

Liu Cheng was a little confused, wondering why Bal started playing tricks on him.

"What else? I have accepted what happened between you, Ron, Wales and the others. Would I embarrass my best friend?"

Jean Bart reached out his hand and tapped Liu Cheng's forehead heavily, then walked to Dunkirk, put his hands on her shoulders, and said solemnly: "If this guy bullies you, tell me and I will make him kneel down and apologize to you."

"Ah?..." Dunkirk tilted her head and didn't react for a moment.

"Besides, you stay tonight."

"what?"

This time it was Liu Cheng who tilted his head. Was this development a little too fast?

Chapter 136: The Story of Caesar

"Although I know you don't have any big ambitions, but wasting too much time on love will affect your work!"

Since they were caught, after a slightly awkward atmosphere, the six people including Liu Cheng and Clemenceau started playing golf together.

Liu Cheng also roughly understood why the so-called business and political elites always like to play golf. Besides the fact that it looks upper-class and elegant, it mainly provides many opportunities for people participating in the game to communicate with each other. After all, playing golf allows people to stand together and swing the club. With basketball, badminton and the like, the players are either too far apart or there is physical confrontation. Playing is just a cover, and socializing is the purpose.

field

The same goes for the six people on the court. They all have their own thoughts. Even Marco Polo is not really focused on playing golf.

Marco Polo hit the ball near Liu Cheng, so he was able to walk to Liu Cheng and said to him with some dissatisfaction: "I regard you as my confidant, and you are the one who understands my ambitions the most. It's rare that you are a human but have both ability and potential. You can definitely be my future alliance... ahem..."

Marco Polo realized that he almost let the cat out of the bag, and quickly coughed to cover it up. She patted Liu Cheng's shoulder heavily and said seriously: "In short, I am very optimistic about you. You are my confidant and an important force. If you follow me, you will have endless opportunities and power in the future. Do you understand?"

Liu Chengye looked serious, but he was actually laughing in his heart.

Clemenceau had told him about Marco Polo's ambitions. The ambitious Marco Polo planned to take advantage of the split of Azur Lane to first befriend the Iron Bloods and improve their status within Sardinia, and then join forces with Iris to gain greater voice in the new alliance. The ultimate goal was to turn the tables, squeeze out the Iron Bloods, and become the leader of the new alliance.

The plan seemed to have a lot of room for operation, but Marco Polo was too naive. He did not understand the underlying logic of politics at all. The real power was from the bottom up. Especially for an organization as simple and unconstrained as the KanColles, it was impossible to gain power by this means.

Of course, the reason why Clemenceau and Marco Polo secretly formed an alliance was because Clemenceau believed that Sardinia also had different purposes in the alliance, and Marco Polo was the envoy sent by Sardinia, so he contacted her in advance, hoping to clarify this variable in advance.

Then Clemenceau felt that Marco Polo seemed to be a little wishful thinking. After communicating with Liu Cheng, he was more certain that she was ambitious but incompetent. However, even so, she still reached a secret cooperation with Marco Polo. As for the purpose -

Just kidding, no one in their right mind would believe that two shipgirls with no prestige could squeeze out the powerful Frederick the Great and the mighty Iron Blood through some incredible operation? No way, no way?

Liu Cheng didn't believe it either, but he was willing to give Marco Polo a chance. Are there any kings, princes, generals or ministers who are of the same kind? Even if the rebellion fails, she can still cause trouble for the new alliance. In a rounded form, she supports unity.

"I understand." Liu Cheng nodded seriously and explained, "We have an old saying in Donghuang, men conquer the world, and women conquer the world by conquering men. I don't have any strengths except for my handsome appearance and amazing masculine charm, so I can only make allies by pursuing ship girls. My ally is the ally of Mr. Marco Polo. In order to achieve your ambition, I am willing to serve you."

"Liu Cheng~"

Marco Polo suddenly felt a little sour in his nose, and even his eyes became a little moist. It seemed that it didn’t matter that so many people didn’t understand him. Having one confidant in life was enough!

Seeing Marco Polo's reaction, Liu Cheng felt a little ashamed. Was it a bit too much to tease Xiao Bai like this? But on second thought, he was full of ambitions and didn't care about the overall situation of unity. It was not excessive to punish him.

"Ryu Seung, I have decided. When I reach the top, I will make you king and consul, and you can be my lover, like the story of Caesar and Nicomedes."

"what?"

After being surprised, Liu Cheng felt that Marco Polo, who looked so mature and beautiful, was really silly and cute.

However, Liu Cheng at least learned the tricks of golf from Marco Polo. He looked around and found the blond figure in the distance. Richelieu's traces were still very obvious.

So Liu Cheng swung the club in her direction, but unfortunately a beginner is a beginner, and he did not reach Richelieu as he wished, but instead hit Clemenceau.

"You just made out with me, and you're so quick to be intimate with Dunkirk. You're really decisive. I'm more and more convinced that you can accomplish great things."

Being praised and mocked by Clemenceau, Liu Cheng could only say shamelessly: "Stop praising me, stop praising me. If you continue praising me, I will blush."

"Forget it." Clemenceau glanced at Liu Cheng and said, "I think you have a conscience. At least you know to come to see me and explain. I will forgive you."

"actually……"

Sometimes a proper lie is more appropriate, but after hesitating for a while, Liu Cheng chose to tell the truth. "Actually, I wanted to hit the ball to Richelieu, but I made a slight mistake."

Clemenceau was stunned for a moment, and said unhappily: "Richelieu and I are not on the same page."

“So I said there was a slight mistake…”

"You really are...always able to surprise people."

Clemenceau looked at Liu Cheng's face, smiled with a complicated expression, touched his plump lips lightly with his fingers, blocked Liu Cheng's lips again, blinked and said, "Forget it, I will help you hold Jean Bart, Richelieu will be left to you."

Liu Cheng nodded and kissed Clemenceau's fingers quietly. He could only say that it was great that Clemenceau was so sensible. The so-called scheming was a complete stereotype. Clemenceau really had all the advantages.

However, even with Clemenceau's cover, Liu Cheng's next ball still hit the vicinity of Dunkirk.

"I'm telling you, Jean Bart was joking with you. I'm definitely not staying tonight!"

Dunkirk is not a shy person, on the contrary she is passionate and enthusiastic, but even she finds it difficult to accept the rapid development of the situation.

"Not tonight,

You mean tomorrow night?" Liu Cheng pretended to be stupid.

"Neither."

"If it's not possible at night, then it can only be done during the day."

Dunkirk glanced at Liu Cheng charmingly and said, "Why is your mind full of this kind of thing?"

"That can only be blamed on Jeanbal for bringing it up first. She's more lustful."

Liu Cheng shrugged, he was certainly not such an impatient person, he was just joking, maybe desire was the most obvious way to express love, but the good memories shared were the real treasure.

Dunkirk narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Be careful or I will tell Jean Bart about this."

"No, wife, spare me."

"Who is your wife?"

Dunkirk said these seemingly arrogant words, but in fact his eyes were full of smiles.

Finally, her ball came over before Ryu Seung managed to hit it to Richelieu.

"Mr. Liu Cheng, I have something to tell you."

Chapter 137 Maybe You Will Trust Me in the Future

"I am not a rigid and classical person. I have the courage to make changes and the belief to lead Iris on another path. I know I haven't shown this in recent events, but I want you to believe this."

Richelieu leaned on the golf club, wearing a red and white dress that showed off her slender figure. Her blonde hair was not tied up for exercise, and it was swaying in the wind behind her. She had a delicate fragrance that Liu Cheng was very familiar with, not only because it was very similar to the iris fragrance on Jean Bart's body, but slightly lighter, but also because the two of them often sat side by side and chatted during this period, so they were naturally very familiar with each other.

In fact, there is no need for Richelieu to explain this. She has her own pride and does not care about her behavior being evaluated by others. She may argue with reason but will not force an explanation. Her strong heart is not afraid of being misunderstood.

Richelieu also knew that his recent performance was a bit bad, not compromising enough, not firm enough, which was a great taboo for a leader. Everyone knew the truth, but faced with multiple choices between family and future, love and righteousness, faith and emotion, even someone as determined as her still fell into such a hesitant situation, because Jean Bart had never truly experienced the feeling of shouldering the hope and future of the entire force, so he was more carefree than Richelieu.

"I believe it without your explanation. Otherwise, I wouldn't even say what we said in the previous meeting and would just give up early."

In the absence of others, Liu Cheng was very frank. He certainly would not underestimate the leader of a force. Even if Veneto was a little dull, that was only in daily life. When it came to major events, he was very decisive. At the beginning, he chose to support Liu Cheng without much effort, and made certain judgments on the situation. Therefore, even with Littorio's self-confidence and Marco Polo's ambition, Veneto's position as the flagship of Sardinia was still as stable as a mountain, not only because the challenger was not strong enough, but also because Veneto had the ability.

"Many things are easier said than done. We all know the principles of sacrificing relatives for the sake of justice, distinguishing between public and private, being loyal and filial, and moving forward with a heavy burden. When faced with such a situation, no one can avoid being in a dilemma." Liu Cheng did not look at Richelieu, but looked in the distance. He said, "You can't compare with me. I am the initiator. I must believe in myself, and confidence does not need a reason. But it takes a lot of other efforts to make others believe in me. So I can indeed overcome these problems. What you face is much more severe than mine. I understand all of this."

Richelieu glanced at Liu Cheng's profile, and after confirming that he had stopped talking, he said helplessly, "You've already said everything you want me to say, what else do you want me to say?"

Liu Cheng blinked: "You can just express your opinion directly."

Richelieu pursed her lips, her beautiful red eyes flashing with complex emotions. After listening to the wind for a moment, Richelieu said, "I want to ask you a question."

"Yes, please."

“Are you serious about Dunkirk?”

"Of course I am serious, as serious as Jean Bart."

Richelieu looked into Liu Cheng's eyes, wanting to confirm the authenticity of the answer he was about to receive: "Let me ask you, since you already knew that you couldn't stay with Dunkirk for long, and that it would only make her feel lonely and yearning, why did you still make your feelings clear? Is it because you don't want to worry so much?"

"Yes and no."

Liu Cheng looked at Richelieu and said seriously, "I really don't want to worry so much. What you said certainly makes sense, but if I don't make it clear, won't Dunkirk also fall into regret and remorse? Whether it is said or not, the emotions are there and will not disappear. Instead, they will become more mellow as time ferments. So I have to take responsibility and cannot escape."

"I'm running away." Richelieu bit his lip and said this in a statement.

Liu Cheng said: "Yes, you are avoiding it. I can understand your difficulties, but you are indeed avoiding it."

"I'm running away, but you're gambling."

"You can say that. After all, you can't be 100% sure of anything. If you can't win for sure, then you're just gambling."

Richelieu, who had always been very well-mannered, suddenly became a little irritated. She even felt that the face in front of her, which she had been more and more attracted to, was a little hateful, because she knew all these principles, but she was not a gambler.

"If I win the bet, it's fine. If I lose, the iris may be divided forever. I can't bet on it.

You know the consequences of this?"

Liu Cheng looked at Richelieu's beautiful face, which was pure and sacred, but also melancholy and determined. Richelieu was under greater pressure than any other ship girl. Even though she was known as a political strongman, she was unable to bear such a dilemma. Because she was a practical leader, not a madman addicted to gambling. If it was the latter, she would have no worries.

The wind blew through the grass of the golf course and also blew across the cheeks of the two people. There was unspoken emotion and communication when their eyes met.

"I see."

What Liu Cheng knew was not the consequences, but Richelieu's concerns.

He suddenly stretched out his hand and embraced the slender and soft waist of the Iris leader without Richelieu's reaction. Richelieu's delicate body trembled, and she struggled and trembled subconsciously, but when she saw Liu Cheng's cheek and thought of her own weakness, Richelieu closed her eyes until she felt the man's forehead against her bangs.

That was the power that went straight to the mind cube. Under the command of absolute obedience, the power as easy as using one's arms and legs kept surging out, filling every part of his limbs and bones, making Richelieu unable to help but let out a full moan.

After a while, Richelieu opened his eyes and looked at the man standing beside him with complicated eyes.

Liu Cheng held the golf club in his hand and swung it while saying to Richelieu, "This is my gift to you. Of course, there is still some time. I still hope you can agree with my suggestion. But a forced melon is not sweet. I will go on anyway. Maybe after I do more, you will be able to trust me and agree with my ideas."

As he spoke, Liu Cheng swung the club, and the golf ball drew a perfect parabola and fell on the grass not far away.

Liu Cheng observed his own ball from a distance, and was very satisfied with its power and landing point. He smiled at Richelieu and said, "Actually, I do have a lot of talent."

Richelieu pursed her lips tightly, until her cherry pink lips turned pale. This was a complex emotion she had never felt before, and she had no idea how to express it.

"Why are you so serious? Smile."

Liu Cheng stretched out a hand and pulled up one corner of Richelieu's mouth, making her smile not much prettier than crying. However, even when a beauty cries, she is still very beautiful. He said with satisfaction: "It's much prettier this way... Okay, I made you more entangled. I'm sorry, but as long as we still hold the same idea, there will be opportunities for cooperation in the future. I'm going to play basketball first."

As he spoke, Liu Cheng waved to Richelieu and walked towards the target.

For a moment, Richelieu only felt that Liu Cheng's back was so tall, and his own was so small.

Chapter 138: The Arrow is on the String and Must Be Shot

"So Richelieu still hasn't made up his mind?"

It was daytime now. In the viewing room in the basement of the villa, Clemenceau nestled in Liu Cheng's arms very contentedly. He gently stroked the man's calves with his slender feet in half-removed stockings, while he twisted his light pink hair with his hands and drew circles on Liu Cheng's sweaty chest. The mature and lazy look of the crabapple after the spring rain easily rekindled Liu Cheng's passion.

But now Liu Cheng was in a state of strength but no intention. He hugged Clemenceau tightly, preventing her from making any small movements. The plan was about to add sage time, and she would not be easily teased.

"It's understandable. Richelieu is not you. She was born just over two months ago, and there is no deep bond between them. She truly treats every Iris ship girl as a family member."

Clemenceau said unconvincedly: "Me too."

"You are the same height, and Iris's family has been schemed by you." Liu Cheng glanced at Clemenceau and said, "To be fair, if I were in Richelieu's position, I would find it difficult to make up my mind. Who do you think you are to make me trust you, just because you can understand the words of the ship girls, have stronger abilities, and are more handsome? Didn't we humans do the same in the beginning? We didn't trust the ship girls, and then we were forced into a corner by the Sirens, which led to the current situation."

"You are quite considerate."

"Otherwise, you can't just hang yourself on a tree. There is no such thing as a perfect plan in this world."

"I have a plan." Clemenceau smiled faintly. "It's true that Richelieu has deep feelings for Jean Bart. In fact, she has deep feelings for every ship girl in Iris. That's why so many ship girls actually agree with Jean Bart's ideas, but still unite around her. As long as we take advantage of this, we can start with Louis IX and Leon, and let them force Richelieu. For the sake of these ship girls who support them, Richelieu will have to agree even if he doesn't agree."

"...You are really a good sister to Richelieu."

"I'm a good sister for helping sister Richelieu to make a difficult decision." Claremont said as a matter of course, "How is it? Brest will listen to you. You should be able to handle the girls. I can convince Guichan and Lyon. Joan of Arc has a chance, but Louis IX will have a hard time."

"No."

"Why? Without Richelieu's support, your plan will be greatly compromised."