Shut up! I'm not a destroyer!

After saying that, she drank her coffee while watching Xiaobai floating past her lying on his back.

...ovo...

Veneto lay on the bed, flipping through his textbook.

Accelerating graduation is not a joke. Now that you have made up your mind, you must work hard.

After playing during the day, I can only make up for it by working at night.

Rubbing his eyes, Veneto turned over and lay on his back on the bed.

The content in the textbook was easy for her to understand and digest as she had already been an admiral.

Although a lot of it is knowledge that is rarely used after becoming an admiral.

Especially the textbooks on salvaging ships and the textbooks on distinguishing ship girls.

For African admirals, there are some ship girls that they will never see in their lifetime, whether it is building or salvaging ships.

For actual admirals, it may be enough to just remember a few ship girls. They are the only ship girls who will accompany them for the rest of their lives.

Unfortunately, the exam will not only test those ship girls with the highest probability of appearing.

The original intention of the Admiral Academy is to train admirals who can stand on their own feet, not to train admirals who are just trying to get by.

It’s just that most of the Quasi-Admirals became non-Admirals after graduation.

To become a non-admiral, one can either give up and gradually become a lazy admiral, or live the rest of his life as an ordinary admiral in peace.

Before officially becoming an admiral for a period of time, no one can be sure that this admiral is definitely a real admiral.

The first construction of blood test is sometimes not so accurate.

That is why the Admiral Academy arranges courses for all prospective admirals to help them become independent admirals.

This way, even if the admirals are defeated in the end, at least the academy won't have any handle - they taught everything, so any problems can only be blamed on the bloodlines of those admirals.

"Click."

The door lock was opened after a slight click.

"Oh, it's spicy again."

Veneto sighed.

This kind of night raid has been happening frequently lately.

It turns out that one life leads to two, which is the truth of "the ancients were not deceiving me".

It seemed that ever since Vittorio opened that door, Veneto's door could not be closed every night.

And it seems that those guys have reached some kind of agreement in private, and they take turns to come frequently.

Veneto said he just wanted to have a good sleep.

How come this is the same as those videos on the Internet that say "only married men will understand."

Soon, a serious face with an expressionless face appeared in Veneto's sight.

"what?"

Veneto was surprised.

"Cough cough."

The Persian cat's eyes did not look at Veneto, but looked to the side.

It seemed that he didn't dare to meet Veneto's eyes.

"What can I do for you, Bismarck?"

On weekdays, it's basically Reputation and Vittorio. Even though Bismarck has been here for a while, he hasn't become a part of the nightly program.

It seems like he doesn't know about this.

So when Veneto saw Bismarck, he felt relieved.

It looks like she'll be able to rest well tonight.

"Yeah...it's okay."

Although his mouth was denying, Bismarck sat down gently beside Veneto's bed.

"Do you have anything to say?"

Bismarck gave Veneto a different feeling than usual, as if he wanted to say something but stopped.

"No."

It was a firm denial, but the white-haired, red-eyed version of Bismarck lay straight beside Veneto.

"Ok?"

Veneto moved to the side curiously, turned sideways, supported his head with one hand, and looked at Bismarck in his pajamas.

The double bed is a large bed measuring two metres by two metres, which provides plenty of space.

The Bismarck was just a battleship, not a full-fledged cruiser, so it didn't need that much space.

"Ah."

Bismarck nodded affirmatively.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand what um means."

Veneto shrank his head, although Bismarck seemed no different from usual.

They all look very serious.

"Yeah that's it...let's go to bed!"

Bismarck turned sideways and said very seriously.

"okay!"

Veneto turned around decisively and prepared to turn off the bedside lamp.

However, she felt a warm cat's paw suddenly covering her butt.

"Hey?!"

Veneto didn't have time to turn off the lights, so he quickly held down the restless hands of the Persian cat next to him.

At this time, people's instinctive reaction is to hold down the culprit instead of pulling him away, which is actually quite strange.

NO.209 Come on, show it

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NO.210 Hot Temperature

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NO.211 Please

Sometimes the transition from offense to defense is more exciting than a successful move.

The feeling of regaining hope after feeling lost is quite exciting.

In addition, Bismarck's attitude of wanting to refuse but not agreeing.

Veneto had to resist the urge to hug his own ship girl and bite her.

At times like this, fun is of course more important.

Adequate atmosphere adjustment can make both parties feel comfortable.

Not only is it not fun to resolve a battle quickly, it may also cause resentment from the ship girl under you.

Bismarck is not like Vittorio, who looks weak on the outside but turns into a queen once she takes off her clothes.

On the contrary, when Bismarck takes off his serious appearance, he becomes sensitive and delicate inside.

So it is a science to know how to serve different people according to their needs.

Veneto swallowed and grabbed Bismarck's small fist with one hand.

How could she just take it back after hitting someone?

Bismarck's soft little fist might have been quite heavy for ordinary people.

But even if Veneto is a novice ship girl, she is still a ship girl and can handle it.

It will take so long to investigate the responsibility afterwards.

"If I were an ordinary person, I wouldn't be able to bear your punch. Tell me, how are you going to make up for this mistake?"

Veneto had a teasing smile on his face.

However, Veneto said this after careful consideration.

She was terrified that her Persian cat had turned into a Garland.

The 'ding' sound can pinch your hand.

If Veneto put his hand into the Bismarck's ammunition compartment and the kitten got angry, Veneto was afraid that he would not be able to pull his hand out.

Although she can't reload her own ship now...

Thinking of this, she felt a little depressed.

Fortunately, she is still alive. It is better than not being able to touch the magazine.

"what?"

Bismarck was dumbfounded.

She just reacted subconsciously.

"Admiral, are you injured?"

Bismarck released his hands from covering his face and felt around Veneto's body, trying to find any wounds.

"No...嘤!"

The two of them are now deeply in love, and the switch that is about to be turned on mentally will affect their bodies.

Even if there is something that doesn't feel anything when you touch it normally, an accidental touch may cause some strange changes.

Moreover, Bismarck put a paw on Veneto’s chest and felt around for any wounds.

This isn't the shoulder... the shoulder won't react even if you hit it.

"Ah? Admiral, did I hit you in the chest?"

Bismarck was panicked.

The admiral's reaction clearly showed that she had touched the wound.

Otherwise, he would be groaning in pain.

Thinking of this, she quickly reached out and pulled Veneto's nightgown, trying to pull it open to see what was inside.

"Just lie down!"

Veneto placed a finger on Bismarck's forehead.

The latter had no strength to sit up.

"Are you alright, Admiral?"

Bismarck's expression softened a lot in this atmosphere, and the serious edges were slightly reduced.

"fine!"

Veneto overlapped Bismarck's claws and pressed one hand on the top of their heads.

Bismarck now had his hands above his head and the front door wide open.

"I'm fine, but you're going to be in trouble."

Although he was not very experienced in opening the ship's space, Veneto still tried his best to pull out a hemp rope from his own ship's space and tied Bismarck's hands to the bedside railing.