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Chapter 117: So Beautiful, Beach Volleyball

Regardless of the outcome of the match, the viewing experience was great.

Tirpitz has a slim and agile figure. She made several diving saves at the critical moment, which made the surrounding ship girls exclaim in surprise. Bismarck's swimsuit cannot hide her figure like a dress. Her perfect body is slender and plump but very powerful, especially her smash, which is so powerful that it can splash huge water on the water.

But Littorio was no ordinary person either. Her long legs were tight and strong, and she moved flexibly in the water. The cheers from the Duke of Abruzzi and Giuseppe Garibaldi proved her popularity. She had something to be proud of. Pola's figure was the most voluptuous among the four. It was not that she was fat, or even plump, because her slender waist and slender neck were just right. She was a beautiful woman with slender branches and plump body. Even though she had limitations in her figure, Pola, as a warrior, still had unimaginable strength and flexibility.

For Liu Cheng, the progress of the game was secondary. No matter where his eyes were, all he saw were the white hips and breasts and the fruit of truth swaying up and down, showing their incomparable elasticity, especially after their several saves. The already thin swimsuits were soaked with sea water, and scattered water droplets crossed their fair and smooth skin, leaving moving water stains. Their beautiful hair was also wet by the sea water, sticking to their cheeks and skin. There was a sense of sportiness and wildness in their beauty, exuding the ultimate hormonal temptation.

Liu Cheng also wanted to divert his attention, not to keep thinking about those bitter things, to focus on the intense game, to watch Tirpitz's wonderful saves, Bismarck's violent smashes, Littorio's precise long passes, Pola's milky white snow... Well, it's impossible. The appreciation of beauty at this time even completely overrides the male gene of fighting and ruthlessness. Being able to overcome instincts, men are really an elegant gender...

Prince Eugen, who had gone to Bismarck before, appeared here again. She patted Liu Cheng on the back, and poked her head out from behind his shoulder, revealing her pretty face: "You are staring at it, right? I told you, Bismarck's is bigger."

Liu Cheng remained calm: "Not as good as Bora."

"It looks like it's not as good. In fact, the swimsuit restricts Bismarck's performance." Prince Eugen said seriously, "The shape of Pola may be a little softer, but Bismarck is more elastic. It won't sag even if you take off the swimsuit."

Liu Cheng was a little confused about the purpose of Prince Eugen's words, but his eyes couldn't help but follow Bismarck's movements, and it seemed that he was indeed more flexible...

"I've taken note of the rumor about your Iron Blood flagship being built behind the scenes. I'll report it to Tirpitz later."

"You asked me to help you find a way to make Bismarck's emotions fluctuate violently, but you are destroying the bridge after crossing it." Prince Eugen glared at Liu Cheng in a charming manner, "You have no conscience."

Liu Cheng said, "I don't think verbally attacking Bismarck's breast size will excite her."

"Of course not, but we can change our thinking." Everyone was concentrating on watching the intense game. Prince Eugen took this opportunity to lean close to Liu Cheng's ear and said in a low, magnetic voice, "If verbal attacks don't work, use physical attacks. You can find a dark and windy night and sneak into Bismarck's room. Then

Then you can surprise her and take advantage of her confusion to tell her that you have always liked Bismarck and you are with Tirpitz just to get close to her. Think about it, when Bismarck hears his sister's lover, his future brother-in-law, say these words, will his heart be in turmoil? Then you..."

"Then I can make a will in advance and let Tirpitz help me prepare for my death." Liu Cheng glared at Prince Eugen and said, "If you want me to die, just say it directly. Don't beat around the bush."

"You won't die."

"Yes, at most he was paralyzed by Bismarck."

"It's okay. Tirpitz will take care of you."

"You are the one who came up with the bad idea. Why don't you support me?"

"Oh, you want me to support you."

"Yes, by then I will be incontinent and annoy you to death."

Prince Eugen narrowed his beautiful eyes, which were full of smiles. She wanted to say something else, but suddenly found Zara coming over, so she restrained her expression, stretched her waist and said: "Your sister-in-law is about to lose."

After saying that, she exchanged a glance with Zara, then stood up and walked away.

Zara sat next to Liu Cheng and asked, "Why did Prince Eugen leave? Did I disturb you?"

Liu Cheng didn't say anything, but looked at her deeply, then without saying anything, he put his arms around her slender waist and held Zara's perfect body tightly in his arms.

"Ahh!? Really, there are still a lot of people here~"

"It's just for others to see, what's the big deal?"

Zara felt a little sweet in her heart. She knew that this was Liu Cheng's answer, but she still said, "To be honest, I'm not jealous. I really think Prince Eugen may also like you."

"It's not like you don't know what Prince Eugen's character is like."

"Not necessarily. My intuition is very accurate. Didn't Bora predict it right?"

"Bora is your sister, you must know...but Bora seems to be losing."

Although the game was intense and evenly matched, Sardinia was always lagging behind. The more they fell behind, the more they wanted to catch up, but the more likely they were to become impatient and make mistakes. Finally, with a whistle from the referee Count Cavour, the score was fixed at 21:17. Bismarck and Tirpitz won and advanced to the finals.

Although they lost, the Sardinian ship girls who were watching still burst into cheers. After all, it had been a long time since they had such a lively scene. The game was also very exciting and Alfredo took a lot of photos.

Bismarck stood up in the cheers and wiped the seawater off her forehead. She saw her sister Tirpitz coming over. The two sisters reached out to high-five and smiled at each other. Bismarck pursed her lips tightly. This warm feeling made her heart warm. Liu Cheng was right. Even if you are not good at expressing, you can still show your concern in action.

After the game, the two athletes shook hands with each other. Littorio was still very graceful: "I really didn't win this time. The tacit understanding between you is very good. You are worthy of being sisters."

The implication is that if there were two Littorios, I would not lose.

Of course, it’s not that Bora is not good enough, it’s just that their tacit understanding is not as good as that of real sisters.

Bola was a little unconvinced. After shaking hands with Bismarck and the others in a very graceful manner, she threw herself into Liu Cheng's arms as soon as she got off the court, hitting his chest coquettishly and saying, "It's all your fault for not cheering me on. I lost!"

"Did you lose? Where did you lose?" Liu Cheng gently stroked Bora's smooth back and said in an exaggerated tone, "They are sisters working together, and you didn't cooperate with Zara. You just let them go. You had already won before you went on stage."

"There's no point in winning. If you lose, you lose." Zara pouted, but there was a smile on the corner of her mouth. The girl who was just beginning to fall in love just wanted to hear her lover comfort her. Winning or losing was not important. Even if you, Tirpitz, win, will Liu Cheng hug you?

"It's okay, I'll help you get revenge."

Yoo Seung let go of Zara and started doing warm-up exercises.

"Let me show you how profound human beings are."

Chapter 118: Woohoo, My Technique Is Too Bad

The second match is about to start, Hood and Prince of Wales vs. Veneto and Ryu Seung.

The Prince of Wales' swimsuit is also mainly red. Her mature and delicate body, which is usually hidden under the conservative red military uniform, is now revealed without reservation. Under her upright aura, she is also an outstanding British beauty with a curvy figure.

At this moment, her legs were together and her right hand was lightly supporting her chin. Prince of Wales discovered that when she saw Pola being affectionate and coquettish with Liu Cheng not far away, she actually felt a little envious and even jealous. However, she soon understood the reason - she would not envy children acting coquettishly towards adults, because she was not a child. She would envy Pola acting coquettishly towards Liu Cheng, not necessarily because she liked Liu Cheng, but because she had the same mood as Pola.

[So I am still a woman...]

"Wales, get ready to play."

"...Hmm? Oh, here it comes."

The two athletes shook hands before the game. Hood smiled and said to Liu Cheng: "Although you helped me, I will not show mercy."

"Of course." Liu Cheng shook hands with Hu De, "Going all out is the real respect."

When it was the Prince of Wales' turn to shake hands, she said with red eyes, "It is of course respectful to give your all, but it is not gentlemanly to turn a blind eye to a beautiful girl at any time."

Liu Cheng understood what she meant and gave a gentlemanly salute: "Beautiful Miss Prince of Wales, it is an honor to meet you in the arena."

"Normally

It's me who's being a gentleman... never mind, it doesn't matter, I'll win anyway."

The two men shook hands again, but this time both of them drew a line on each other's palms. The Prince of Wales' red eyes looked at Liu Cheng's black eyes, and they both nodded slightly, understanding what the other meant.

Liu Cheng's beach volleyball skills are pretty good, but just pretty good. What's more, he has never worked with Veneto before, so he probably can't win without tacit understanding. Of course, he didn't intend to win, just to let Hood and Bismarck face off in the final. Sometimes competition is also a good way of communication. It's okay as long as he and Veneto don't lose too badly.

"I'm good at running and attacking. I'm also flexible. I can block in front and catch the ball in the back. Veneto, what are you good at?"

Liu Cheng turned his head and looked at Veneto, who was bending over with a serious look on his face, ready to go. A strand of gray hair was caught between the round and bulging chest without being noticed. His tense legs were slightly bent and seemed to be trembling a little. In short, he looked serious and nervous.

"Veneto?"

"Ah? ...I can do that too."

"Don't be nervous. Losing is also the Olympic spirit. Friendship comes first."

"Not nervous."

[You almost bit your lower lip, are you really not nervous? 】

However, Liu Cheng changed his mind and thought, Veneto has seen the world. He is no less powerful than the Sardinian flagship that is not inferior to the powerful Siren. How could he be nervous about a mere beach volleyball? He must be overthinking it.

So he said, "I'll be in charge of the second half since I'm taller, and you'll be in charge of the first half. You can do whatever you want with the rest."

"it is good."

The athletes from both teams were ready on the field, and the audience outside the field who had just watched a high-quality game were even more excited. Liu Cheng's popularity was certainly not low, but Veneto was the real popular king. Many little fans were so excited that their voices were about to become hoarse.

"Come on, Veneto-sama!"

"Lord Veneto will win!"

I don’t know if Veneto is really nervous, but Liu Cheng is a little nervous instead. He must not act like a drag.

Following the whistle of Count Cavour, the Prince of Wales threw up the volleyball and served it with great force and precision. Liu Cheng judged that the ball would not go out of bounds, but would land in the right rear boundary, so he quickly moved to prepare to receive the ball.

However, Liu Cheng's attention was all on the volleyball that drew a parabola in the air, and he didn't notice that Veneto was also backing away while looking at the volleyball. By the time he wanted to speak up to remind him, it was too late.

"puff!"

"puff!"

Two sounds of falling into the water were heard almost at the same time. The former was the volleyball hitting the water surface, and the latter was Veneto crashing backwards into Liu Cheng's arms. The two lost their balance and fell into the water.

Silence, deathly silence, with only the volleyball bouncing twice on the water.

"Cough cough cough..."

Bismarck was the first to break the silence. She had taken the water handed to her by Prince Eugen and was drinking it while paying attention to the situation on the field so as to judge the strength of the next opponent. When she saw this situation, she choked and couldn't help coughing.

Count Cavour announced somewhat helplessly: "Royal score, 1:0, Hood will serve in the next game."

Littorio covered his forehead lightly, with an expression that said, "I knew it would be like this." Garibaldi and Dragoon, the little fans of Veneto, began to make excuses.

"It's normal to have no tacit understanding when working together for the first time. It will be fine after playing a few games."

"There must have been a lack of communication. It doesn't matter."

"All experts are like this, they just give up a hand first."

"Come on, Veneto-sama!"

"Lord Veneto will win!"

The water in the beach volleyball court was not deep. Even when Liu Cheng fell into the water, his face was not submerged. Instead, Veneto's soft and fragrant body was held tightly in Liu Cheng's arms, and his nose was filled with a faint fragrance.

"Hold... I'm sorry I crushed you, Liu Cheng, are you okay?"

"fine."

"Your hand..." Veneto bit his lip, his heart beating wildly.

"Oh."

Liu Cheng then realized that in his panic, he had put one hand around Veneto's waist and the other hand on her towering and soft breasts like a cloud. Fortunately, the angle of the fall could not be seen clearly except by the referee, otherwise he would be wrongly accused of deliberately taking advantage of her.

The two quickly stood up, adjusted their state and position, and continued to prepare to receive the ball.

"It must have been an accident. I'll take care of the second half, and you take care of the first half. We can save each other when necessary."

Veneto nodded vigorously and said, "I understand."

The game continued, and Hood's serve was at a tricky angle.

This time Liu Cheng successfully caught the ball and hit it in front of the net, and then he saw that Veneto was still in the original position and had no intention of catching the ball.

"Catch the ball! Catch the ball!"

When Liu Cheng shouted, his body quickly ran forward. Veneto seemed to understand what he should do at this time and began to move towards the direction of the ball. As a result, the two collided head-on. This time it was Liu Cheng on top, knocking Veneto's soft body down and pressing him under him.

Hood: “…”

Prince of Wales: "..."

Count Cavour: "..."

Count Cavour: "Royal score, 2:0, the Prince of Wales serves next."

Liu Cheng pulled Veneto out of the water. Now he was really sure that what Littorio said might be true.

The more this happened, the more nervous Veneto became, and the more nervous Veneto became, the more mistakes he made.

The final score was 21:2. Veneto couldn't help but hug Liu Cheng's shoulders and buried his head in his arms as if he was too embarrassed to see anyone.

General: "Wow... Sorry, my beach volleyball skills are so poor..."

Chapter 119: Making Wedding Dresses for Others

What could Liu Cheng do? He could only gently pat Veneto's flat back and console him, "It's you and I who didn't cooperate well. Team sports require tacit understanding. There's really nothing we can do. Besides, we didn't play to win. How can a temporary victory or defeat compare to our noble goal? Winning or losing is normal."

Lord Veneto, who is so majestic on the battlefield, is actually a sports idiot who only cares about his strength?

Liu Chengxu hugged Veneto and let her wet gray hair fall on his shoulders. Veneto looked so cute in contrast. She was very brave to participate even though she knew she couldn't do it.

All we can say is that the ultimate goal was achieved, allowing Bismarck and Hood to meet in the final, but the process in the middle was not so ideal.

Fortunately, many of Sardinia's shipgirls also think so. It's not that we are inferior to others. Bora lost because she and Zara didn't play the strongest lineup. Veneto lost because she and Liu Cheng really didn't have tacit understanding. Otherwise, how to explain that in a game of less than half an hour, Veneto and Liu Cheng collided with each other for nearly 20 times? It can't be that Veneto took the initiative to throw herself into Liu Cheng's arms. Tacit understanding needs to be cultivated. It's normal to have no tacit understanding in the first cooperation.

Hood: I won, why can't I be happy...

Prince of Wales: I clearly won against Liu Cheng, which was a powerful counterattack against the previous test, so why can't I be happy...

The athletes from both sides shook hands after the game. The atmosphere was a little silent because the four didn't know what to say. Generally, humble words like "wonderful game" and "you are very strong" sounded more like sarcasm.

Bola greeted the contestants who returned to the crowd, raised his head and said to Liu Cheng, "It was you who held Veneto back. You failed to coordinate and gave blind orders. Do you admit it?"

Liu Cheng nodded repeatedly: "Admit it, I admit it."