Shut up! I'm not a destroyer!

Bismarck didn't react at first, but then her face turned red.

Although she could pull the hemp rope apart without much effort, she did not move in order to cooperate with Veneto.

It was she who wanted to eat meat. You can't let the meat jump out of the pot by itself. The meat was clearly prepared well.

After making sure the rope was tied, Veneto lowered his head.

She had just started the maintenance work on her own boat. She had just removed the corners of the debris that was in the way, and there was still a lot of debris waiting for her to remove.

Veneto rested his head on Bismarck's chest.

The sound of a strong heartbeat reached Veneto's ears.

Dot, who had no reaction at first, slowly stood up under the breeze of Veneto's breath.

“This is so interesting.”

Veneto put his finger on it.

Seawater contains salt and various impurities, and the impact on the ship's hull cannot be underestimated.

Although daily maintenance is the responsibility of the dock engineers, unfortunately, the admiral of this world also has to bear this responsibility.

Because the ships here are real and can jump and dance.

The main contents of the initial maintenance of the ship are: keep the ship environment and equipment clean and hygienic, inspect the equipment and eliminate water, oil and gas leakage, check the battery and electrolyte specific gravity, check the oil level in the oil cabinet, engine, gearbox and other equipment requiring oil, check the coolant level in the expansion tank, etc.

The upgrade points include: checking the tightness of the plywood equipment and the effectiveness of the waterproof and sun-proof devices, checking the sealing of doors and windows, cleaning or replacing the engine oil and air filter, checking the sealing of the hydraulic steering gear pipeline, and checking the sealing of the water pump, tail shaft oil and other equipment.

It can be seen from these inspection items that not only is the hull of the ship submerged in water, but the ship itself also has an inseparable relationship with the liquid.

After Veneto maintained his own ship girl for the first time, he understood why people called ships "ships" when there were no ship girls, and why ship girls looked like girls.

Ordinary human girls are made of water. Even if a ship girl has a steel shell, she is still wrapped in liquid inside.

Just like Bismarck now, during the initial maintenance in Veneto, he had already wet 40 square centimeters of his admiral's bed sheet.

If further maintenance is done, Veneto will probably have no sheets to sleep on tonight.

Who would have thought that the most serious ship girl in the entire naval base would have so much water in her cabin.

"It seems like you made the right decision to come tonight. You haven't had your engine oil serviced for a long time, but there's so much oil left."

Veneto lay on Bismarck, his mouth facing his own ship girl's ear, their bodies slightly staggered, their chests touching, a little mismatched.

The main reason is that the w in w and M is smaller.

But this seems to be more exciting for both parties.

"Well, the old oil is out, next is the coolant? Or the battery fluid?"

Veneto kissed Bismarck's cheek and asked in a fake manner.

"Admiral, you can't just empty it without replenishing it."

Bismarck tried to sound serious, but the lingering smile on his cheeks was not convincing enough.

"One by one, tightening screws is very tiring. My hands are tired now, I need to take a rest."

Veneto had a smile on his face and didn't look tired at all.

"Or...if you want to add some oil now, that's fine. Just beg me."

Veneto sat up straight and looked down at Bismarck.

She began to understand. No wonder Vittorio liked to press on her and look down at her like this.

She used to be an admiral and Vittorio's superior, but now she is suppressed by Vittorio.

Bismarck's military strength is higher than Veneto's, but now it is suppressed by Veneto, which is the same as the situation above.

“…Please.”

Bismarck glanced to the side, unable to bring himself to look Veneto in the face.

"Received~"

Veneto turned around on the Bismarck's deck and sat back.

"please."

NO.212 The admiral should stand with the shipgirl

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NO.213 One bite and you can get a mouthful of cream

Vittorio knocked hard on the door.

She had been waiting at the door for half an hour.

In another half an hour, the hotel breakfast time will be over.

But this time the knock seemed to be answered.

At least there were rustling sounds in the room.

"Ha (yawn)...Who is it?"

The door of the room was opened, and Veneto appeared at the door, rubbing his eyes.

"Admiral, breakfast is almost over..."

Vittorio trailed off as he saw the red mark on Veneto's neck.

"I don't want to eat anymore. I'm so sleepy. I want to continue sleeping."

When Veneto saw that it was Vittorio, he turned around and went back to the inner room.

"Okay, I'll bring you some."

Vittorio followed Veneto to the inner room and saw Veneto climb onto his bed and wrap himself in the quilt. He said to Veneto helplessly.

In the bamboo basket on the ground next to it, there was a pile of damp sheets, quilts and towels with slight colors.

Vittorio's keen sense of smell detected a strong strange odor.

"By the way, ask the waiter to clean it up."

Originally, this was done by Shengwang, but Shengwang went to change the train ticket, so she volunteered to wake Veneto up.

Who would have thought that I would experience such a scene.

However, as the leader of Ita's ship girls, I have seen all kinds of scenes.

This was normal and Vittorio could understand it.

There are so many sisters in a tutelary fort, but only one admiral.

She couldn't monopolize the admiral and leave the other sisters without even a bowl of soup.

She is just one of the most capable ship girls in the naval base, and there are several others of the same level as her.

Therefore, once a ship girl falls in love with her own admiral, there is no turning back.

Vittorio did not leave immediately, but just stood quietly at the bedroom door, staring at Veneto.

After a few minutes, until she saw sweat starting to form on Veneto's forehead, she turned and left Veneto's room.

"Boom."

The sound of the bedroom door closing made Veneto, who was wrapped in a quilt like a Veneto worm on the bed, tremble and open his eyes.

"Phew, it's so dangerous."

Veneto wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Vittorio's quiet gaze just now made Veneto feel very uncomfortable.

She almost jumped out of the bed.

Fortunately, Vittorio left before she could no longer hold on.

Veneto woke up when Vittorio knocked on the door.

It’s just that the physical mess is too conspicuous.

Veneto racked his brains trying to think of some way to cover something up, but he couldn't find a solution.

It was not until she could no longer delay and the sound of Vittorio's knocking on the door changed that she had to bite the bullet and open the door.

Then he used his acting skills to try to get away with it.

I don’t know if he passed or not, but Vittorio left without any major reaction.

Veneto didn't dare to open his eyes just now, wondering what Vittorio was doing quietly.

It felt like he was staring at her, and the burning gaze was one of the reasons why she almost couldn't hold back.

"Bang bang!"

"Room service? Can I come in?"

The waiter asked from outside the door.

"Ah, come in."

Veneto agreed.

The door was pushed open, and a beautiful young lady in a beige uniform walked in with a smile on her face.

After seeing the bamboo basket containing clothes, he decisively picked up the basket and walked out of the house.

There was no hesitation at all, and he didn't even look at Veneto.

“So professional.”

Veneto tightened the quilt around him and sighed.

Looking back now, Vittorio must have seen something.

It's not like a blank piece of paper. There are so many traces in the room. It would be terrible if you can't see it.

"Hey, stop licking it, or we'll have to change the sheets again. It's embarrassing for outsiders to clean up here."

Veneto pushed the head away from his chest and turned over.

"Good morning, Admiral."

Bismarck popped his cat head out and greeted Veneto.

His expression was blank, as if nothing had happened.

But the cool wetness in Veneto's chest told a different story.

"So you and Vittorio have agreed?"

Veneto asked, his back turned to Bismarck.

"more or less."

Rarely, Bismarck gave an ambiguous answer.

"Go quickly once you wake up, or else it will be Shura Field soon."

Veneto arched his hips back, obviously having a deep self-awareness of his situation.

"But I'm not sleepy enough to wear it."

Bismarck used his hands to block Veneto's butt attack.

"Shipsuit, you're a ship girl... Fine, I don't care about you anymore. If you want to stick with me, just say it directly. When did you learn to beat around the bush?"

Veneto turned her head to look at Bismarck and almost thought that the cat was her sister in disguise.

"I'm so sleepy, I'll take a rest."

After a busy night last night, it’s lucky that Veneto can still open his eyes.

It wasn't until the door was opened again that Veneto was awakened.

"Admiral, get up and eat. Eat before going back to sleep."

The bedroom door was pushed open by Vittorio, who was holding a bag of food in a lunch box.