KanColle does not allow me to work from nine to five

Hu Teng shook his head and stated, "You really like to think for others. This habit is unnecessary."

"My habit depends on the person. I am too lazy to empathize with ordinary people. As an ordinary soldier, I have some military privileges. It is normal for me to be more patient with heroes like KanColle who protect civilization."

"You are sincere."

Hu Teng's yellow eyes stared at Liu Cheng's face, because the paleness of his face made the cherry pink of his thin lips more prominent. Liu Cheng's performance made her a little shaken. The man in front of her had established friendships with many ship girls in just a few days, and she even trusted him partially - Hu Teng made such a promise because he believed that Liu Cheng would not make excessive demands.

In the past, when Hu Teng saw this chubby face, she only thought it was childish, but now, the more she looks at it, the more she likes it. She even thinks it would be nice to have him as Iron Blood's companion. Hu Teng has also noticed this change in mentality. Maybe Liu Cheng can really do what Tirpitz said.

Hu Teng began to believe it a little.

"How long do you want me to hold the cup?"

"Oh my, then drink this glass of wine and I'll forgive you... Actually I'm not that angry."

"I did. Let me know when you have a request."

"Well, cheers."

The two men clinked their glasses and drank them each.

The orange beer liquid spilled a little from the corners of Hu Teng's pink lips. She wiped the corners of her mouth with the back of her hand, stood up and said, "Anyway, you did a good job, but I hope you can do better."

I ruined all your plans, and you still call it good...

"I will do what I should do, but forget about what I shouldn't do. I also need to leave time for entertainment and rest. I like my current nine-to-five life very much."

"Oh, then maybe it won't be up to you."

Hu Teng turned around and waved his hand, leaving only a vague sentence.

Liu Cheng looked at Hu Teng's elegant back and couldn't help thinking in his heart that the ship girls seemed to be very broad-minded. Littorio was able to put herself in their shoes and let bygones be bygones. Hu Teng even praised herself for having done a good job in seeing through their schemes. The ship girls were so broad-minded, but there were still irreconcilable contradictions that prevented them from completely uniting. So what was the problem?

interest?

Power?

compete?

These don't seem to be what the ship girls are pursuing.

Combining what he had seen and heard during this period, Liu Cheng initially came to a conclusion. The ship girls he had met were basically quite supportive of the forces they belonged to. Perhaps it was the pride that permeated the ship girls' bones that prevented them from bowing their heads easily.

In fact, they have every reason to be proud. Whether it is the ships in history or the current ship girls, they are the crystallization of the highest technology of a country or even the world, and are the pride of each country.

They fought against the enemies and shed bloody battles, and they are the heroes who have contributed to the existence of human civilization.

As representatives of their countries, the ship girls have an immense identification with their respective cultures. After all, which country in the world with ship girls does not have a glorious history? You were once the British Empire, and I am the birthplace of European civilization. You are the modern maritime overlord, and I have been the leader for five thousand years.

When the Sirens were powerful, the ship girls could still unite as one. Now that the Sirens have been driven to the deep sea and are no longer such an urgent enemy, contradictions have emerged... As expected, they are an existence derived from human civilization. The historical process is not only exactly the same, but it is almost identical.

Unless a hunk falls from the sky...

"Hello Mr. Liu Cheng, are you free now?"

A pleasant voice interrupted Liu Cheng's thoughts. He looked up and saw a beautiful and elegant smiling face, as well as two knights guarding behind her. It seemed that he deliberately wanted to find a corner to be quiet, but in the end he couldn't find any.

In fact, how could Liu Cheng be at peace? Maybe he was not active in the center of the banquet hall, but the attention of many ship girls was drawn to this corner.

He is the real protagonist of this party.

Chapter 64: Yes, Sister Li

She had a slender figure and beautiful curves that were as exquisite as a work of art. She was not like Ron, whose body was like a ripe fruit, but another kind of mature style. She had a perfect bulge like a supermodel that could be grasped in one hand, a flat belly and legs without a trace of fat, not to mention the golden hair that shone under the light.

With waist-length hair, a fair and pretty face, and a friendly smile that carries integrity and holiness, everything is so perfect.

Although they are not as similar as the sisters Zara and Pola, and their temperaments are also different, it can be seen that as Jean Bart's sisters, they still have some similarities. She is the leader and flagship of Iris, Richelieu, who was officially awarded the title of Cardinal by the Vatican.

Liu Cheng should have been well-informed, but he was still a little nervous when facing Richelieu. Even though her smile was so amiable, she was still filled with an inexplicable piety and holiness. Especially when Richelieu sat down and her two knights, Joan of Arc and Louis IX, immediately stood on her left and right, which added a strange atmosphere of religious trial. Even if the first sentence Richelieu said was "Are you guilty?", Liu Cheng would not be surprised.

So Liu Cheng's body was a little tense, he was afraid that he would let the cat out of the bag, I am guilty, I vaguely remember seeing your pornographic pictures in my previous life...

"Mr. Liu Cheng, don't be nervous. I came here just to express my gratitude to you. I wanted to come here a long time ago, but I kept seeing that someone else was looking for you. Now I can finally disturb you." Richelieu's voice was gentle and clear, and her thin cherry lips uttered words that sounded like chanting a hymn. She said to Liu Cheng who was sitting upright, "Jean Barr is a very strong-willed person. Even she said that you are her savior. Even if she doesn't want to talk about the details, it must be that you saved her in an extremely critical situation. As her sister, I must express my sincere gratitude to you."

As he spoke, Richelieu stood up and bowed deeply to Liu Cheng. His brilliant golden hair flowed down from his shoulders, emitting a pleasant scent of irises.

Liu Cheng stood up somewhat flattered. He wanted to help Richelieu up but couldn't touch her body directly, so he could only bow to her, meaning that he had received her thanks as a return gift.

Richelieu obviously didn't understand Liu Cheng's meaning, so he bowed again.

Liu Cheng had no choice but to bow back.

The third time, they both bent down at the same time, and their foreheads touched each other with a "bang". They each touched their head and stood there in a daze.

Louis IX put his right hand on his lower lip and cleared his throat, as if he wanted to remind someone.

The more girlish Joan of Arc couldn't help laughing: "Mr. Liu Cheng, Cardinal... Lord Richelieu is thanking you, why are you bowing?"

Liu Cheng reacted quickly. He said seriously, "It may seem that I saved Jean Bart, but in fact, you have fought against the Sirens and saved humans including me countless times. It is only right that I return the favor to you."

Joan of Arc blushed slightly because of Liu Cheng's honest words, and said, "Fighting the Sirens is our mission and consciousness. There is nothing to thank us for."

"The more so, the more I should thank you. No contribution is taken for granted. Besides, I can only thank you verbally, which is already insignificant enough."

Liu Cheng's words made Richelieu's beautiful azalea eyes sparkle. He thought that he was worthy of being the person that even Bar praised. Kaixuan also said that he was an interesting and gentle person just now. It seems to be true.

“There are other ways.”

Richelieu motioned Liu Cheng to sit down. She clenched her fists and placed them on her straight thighs. Because she was going to do something she was not good at, even she would be a little nervous. "I'm sorry, I asked someone to check Mr. Liu Cheng's information. You are from the Donghuang Navy and are currently serving in Sardinia, right?"

"Yes." Liu Cheng didn't mind. This kind of semi-public information was not confidential.

"You still have six months left in your military service in Sardinia. After that, you can freely choose whether to serve or not, right?"

"That's the theory..." Liu Cheng seemed to know what Richelieu wanted to say.

Richelieu said expectantly, "So are you interested in coming to our Iris in half a year?"

"This……"

Liu Cheng didn't know how to answer for a moment. Should he tell her that he had made an appointment with Iron Blood for half a year? And he didn't agree to stay in Iron Blood. After all, he had already formed a deep bond in Sardinia.

Suddenly realized that you are so popular now?

"I know that Mr. Liu Cheng is a man who values ​​responsibility and commitment, so you rejected Jean Bart's invitation before because of responsibility, but you will be free to choose in half a year." Richelieu approached Liu Cheng. She had long eyelashes and beautiful lip lines. Such a close distance weakened her sacredness. "Iris is really a good choice. Donghuang has a profound food culture, and Iris is actually the same."

Richelieu paused and looked back at Joan of Arc. As if she had memorized her lines in advance, the steadfast and upright girl quickly agreed, "Yes, we have many delicacies in Iris, such as Alsatian bacon and onion tarts, cinnamon apple bostock, fried snails, French red wine foie gras, French croquette... Anyway, there are so many."

Richelieu continued, "And the climate in Iris is also very pleasant. Jean Bart usually stays on an island near the port of Marseille, which is a famous tourist destination in the Mediterranean."

"The maximum temperature in summer does not exceed 30 degrees, and in winter

The temperature is rarely below zero in the season, it is warm and humid. "This time it was Louis IX who spoke. This tall and straight knight said this introduction with a serious expression, which made people feel strange.

Richelieu said: "Or you can come to the port of Le Havre where I often stay. St. Michael's Church and Graville Abbey are both worth a visit."

Louis IX was a little more proficient, and she added at the right time: "There are many famous paintings and religious statues handed down from generation to generation. They are very... magnificent."

Richelieu: "Are you interested in philosophy? Perhaps we can exchange ideas."

Louis IX: "If you have a disagreement with someone, I can help you make the decision."

Richelieu: "I can hear your prayers. If you need to confess, you can come to me. I am quite pious in front of God."

Louis IX: "I am confident in my spear skills. Not a pistol, but a lance."

It can be seen that these two are not very good at doing this kind of thing. After saying a few words, they were at a loss for words and could only look at Joan of Arc who was silent on the side.

"I..." Joan of Arc felt it was so difficult. Even fighting the Sirens was not that difficult. She could only say, "I will pray that you will also be blessed by God..."

Louis IX: "Joan of Arc is a saint and her prayers are powerful."

Richelieu nodded: "Yes, it works because of piety."

"Look, our Iris is really great."

After saying this, Richelieu looked at Liu Cheng with expectant eyes, as if to say, you see, there are so many benefits to coming to our Iris, make a decision quickly and come over.

Liu Cheng was stared at by three people, but now he was no longer embarrassed by their holiness. The Cardinal who was clumsily trying to recruit two knights for his sister was really adorable.

Even if she is clumsy, she can still be Sister Li, because she is even more adorable.

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Chapter 65: Don't Pinch Sisters

Being cute is one thing. After all, Richelieu was a bishop, Joan of Arc was a saint, and Louis IX was a knight. Even if their beauty made Liu Cheng's heart flutter, they were not succubi and could not achieve the effect of enchantment. Liu Cheng was now entangled in many things and many relationships were tangled and complicated. How could he dare to make a promise easily? Naturally, he could only refuse.

"Thank you very much for your kindness. Iris is indeed a place with a long history and beautiful scenery. If I have the chance, I will definitely go to Iris for a visit. I might trouble you then..."

"What's the trouble?"

Jean Bart had noticed this place when she came in from the rest room just now. She didn't want to come here at first. Richelieu was indeed her sister, but there were many irreconcilable differences between them. Jean Bart tried her best not to conflict with Richelieu again, because after each conflict, the love and resentment in her heart would be entangled, which would only make both of them more miserable.

But she soon changed her mind, because Richelieu was obviously acting on his own again -

I failed to get Bal to invite Liu Cheng, that's my business. Why do you want to interfere without permission? Is it because of your ridiculous sense of responsibility as a self-proclaimed sister?

Jean Bart walked up to Liu Cheng and said, "If you want to come to Iris for a tour, you should trouble me. Tell me what you want to do and ignore others."

Liu Cheng remembered what he had heard before, that there was a conflict between the two flagships of Iris, Richelieu and the Jean Bart sisters. He said weakly: "Your sister also has good intentions..."

"She has no good intentions."

Richelieu's beautiful face was filled with a hint of resentment. She stood up and explained, "I just wanted to invite Mr. Liu Cheng to Iris. He is your lifesaver and an honored guest of Iris. I also want to thank him for you."

"unnecessary."

Barton paused for a moment, perhaps feeling that her words were a bit harsh, she added, "You should focus on more important things instead of insisting on doing something you are not good at."

After saying that, he let Bal pull Liu Cheng's arm and walk out.

"doing what?"

"Come with me out for some fresh air."

"Okay... Anyway, thank you very much for your invitation, Richelieu. Maybe I will have the chance to bother you in Iris."

While being pulled by Jean Bart, Liu Cheng turned around and nodded goodbye to Richelieu and the others. The holy and beautiful Iris girl waved to the two of them. Her pure and otherworldly face showed three parts of regret, five parts of resentment, and two parts of envy, which made people feel an inexplicable pity.

The atmosphere in the banquet hall is still

It was quite lively, so Jean Bal and Liu Cheng walked out of the side door to the corridor outside. This was a building built close to the coast. There was a platform in the corridor that extended to the sea. There were trees planted and benches placed there, and a railing was built on the edge of the platform.

The hall was brightly lit, but the lights outside were much dimmer. Apart from that, there was only the light of the lighthouse illuminating the signal lights of ships on the Mediterranean Golden Waterway not far away.

Jean Bart looked out at the almost pitch-black sea with her hands on the railing. She bent her body slightly, revealing a large area of ​​white and smooth skin behind her evening dress. Her breasts and buttocks formed an alluring line, making her legs look even longer and straighter.

The relationship between the two parties was somewhat subtle, but after all, they had experienced life and death together and had some physical intimacy, so Liu Cheng looked Jean Bart up and down openly and praised him sincerely: "The clothes are beautiful, and the person is even more beautiful."

Although Jeanbal hated red tape and flashy clothes, she still changed into the brown evening dress at Dunkirk's suggestion, which delayed her quite a bit of time before she entered the banquet venue. After hearing Liu Cheng's praise, Jeanbal suddenly felt that all the awkward things she had done for him were worth it and were justified. This change made her feel sweet and scared.

"If you try to please me like this, don't expect me to say something nice to please you."

Liu Cheng smiled and said, "Then I still hope you can say something like, you are also very handsome."

Jean Bart turned his head and saw Liu Cheng leaning casually on the railing, and said casually: "Sardinia's navy uniform is quite handsome."

"Hey, am I not handsome?"

"So-so."

"I'm sad. I'm going back to drink."

"If you want to go, go."

Of course Liu Cheng would not leave so tactlessly. He and Jean Bart listened to the sound of the waves together. They had experienced such a tense moment during the day and felt the length and companionship in the Mind Cube. Now they could enjoy the breeze and the bright moon like this, which gave them a unique feeling of peace.

"I say, you and Richelieu are sisters, what's the conflict?"

Jeanbal raised his eyebrows and said, "You want to know?"

"I'm a little curious, but if I can't tell you, forget it."

"There's nothing to hide. She and I have disagreements on many things." Jean Barton paused, then turned her head to the side, her beautiful high ponytail swaying, her fair and round shoulders reflecting the moon's pure white light. "Let me ask you, how did Richelieu invite you?"

"What invitation?"