Shut up! I'm not a destroyer!

NO.215 Discovering a Big Star (Missouri Foreshadowing)

When it comes to traveling, everyone has their own different concepts.

Veneto feels that if time is limited, it is unplanned to visit all the attractions in a place at once.

If you have enough time, of course you can take your time and have fun.

She didn't have much time now, so she might as well just enjoy the hot springs and think about the rest later.

Next time I'll find enough time to come over and hang out, it would be so nice.

Why rush at this time and go through the tourist attractions one by one?

Learn from Shao Mouming, who used to travel to the mountain city with a SLR camera, and play slowly, bit by bit. It was so nice and comfortable.

There are also cases where people go to the beach and stay there for several days, and they can have fun however they want.

Sitting in his seat on the train, Veneto's thoughts were interrupted by a shaking.

Outside, the Oita train station platform began to move backwards, and the train slowly left the platform.

"We need to start looking for other shipgirls... The current naval base is incomplete."

Veneto squeezed the hand of the reputation beside him and said.

"I have a suggestion on this point, Admiral."

Vittorio sat opposite Veneto.

She was holding a coffee pot in her hand and pouring coffee into Veneto's cup as she spoke.

"Since you have ordered us to return to the garrison and no longer participate in the front-line battles, we can mobilize the ship girls in our garrison to go out and search for the missing ship girls. If the other party really needs you to go... it won't be too late for you to go out."

Vittorio didn't want his admiral to run around everywhere, so graduating quickly was the best option.

"Row……"

Veneto hesitated, but nodded.

She had thought about this before. Now that the connection was broken, the ship girl would most likely not want to come back.

But after finding Guanghui, I realized that he was not completely unwilling to return to the garrison.

It's just because the admiral himself is not here that I have no desire to come back.

If a ship girl from the garrison came to tell him that the admiral had returned, perhaps he would take the initiative to come back and check on the situation.

Then all we need to do is let those ship girls go to the Admiral Academy.

After finishing the previous topic, Veneto picked up the coffee.

"Guanghui, where have you been all this time?"

Vittorio thought about it and brought up a new topic.

"Ah, let's go for a walk, walk around."

Guanghui answered while flipping through the fashion magazine in his hand.

"Then how do you get the money?"

Vittorio asked doubtfully.

You can't make money by shopping, you just spend money.

"If you don't have money, you can be a print model."

Guanghui turned over the magazine in her hand, and on it was a photo of her wearing a yukata.

Although it has a Western look, it does not seem out of place with a yukata.

"As a tourist city, Oita is quite fashionable. Of course, there are more bathing fashions. It's a hot spring city."

Guanghui turned the magazine back and continued.

"I really envy."

Veneto also wants to live a free life like this, earning money when he has no money and having fun when he has money.

But now she has a large family of ship girls to take care of, so she can't be so carefree.

"Admiral, you don't have to be envious, you can go shoot children's clothing."

Guanghui lowered the magazine in his hand slightly, and his purple eyes were smiling.

"Do not."

Veneto put down his coffee cup with shaking hands.

"I am an adult, in fact I am an adult."

Veneto climbed onto the seat with his butt sticking out.

"How can you ignore that I'm an adult?"

She held the spoon with which she was stirring her coffee, and waved her arm with her index finger.

"Has it come to this? Do all of you think I'm small? Even Vittorio?"

"Hey, what are you talking about? Why did you mention me alone?"

Vittorio frowned.

"Führer!"

Bismarck stood in military posture and raised one hand.

"Uh?"

Instead, Veneto was frightened by Bismarck.

"Sit down, sit down!"

Veneto jumped to the ground, ran to the door of the private room, stuck his head out to look, and after making sure that there was no one in the corridor, he quickly asked Bismarck to sit down.

In this era, because of the deep sea and KanColle, the concept of nation has become much more indifferent.

Humanity can only fight against the common enemy if it unites.

But we cannot let our own ship girls influence this general trend, otherwise we will just be crushed by the wheels of history.

Moreover, if we ignore the issue from the perspective of the entire human race and simply consider it from a personal perspective, or from the perspective of offending others...

No matter what era, as long as human beings form society, classes will arise, and with classes, taboos will naturally arise.

Power has given some people the ability to control public opinion. The more moderate ones will control the content of the dissemination, while the violent ones will directly eliminate the source. If the source cannot be eliminated, then the disseminator will be eliminated. If the disseminator cannot be completely eliminated, then the audience will be wiped out from the world.

This has happened too many times throughout history.

Veneto doesn't want his own ship girl to make such a mistake.

Bismarck was stunned for a moment, hesitated, subconsciously retracted his hand, then stretched it out, and finally retracted it.

Apparently she hadn't thought about the deeper twists and turns, and was probably still wondering why Veneto was afraid of being overheard.

“Isn’t this Missouri?”

Vittorio pointed to the new Glorious magazine with the cover girl in a stylish evening gown on the cover.

"Wow, I didn't realize that!"

Veneto decisively let Bismarck go.

This Persian cat needs to have a good talk when he returns to his own territory.

Forget it now, it would be bad if walls had ears.

Guanghui pushed the magazine down, stretched his neck to take a look, and then shrank back behind the magazine.

"Yes, she has a new movie and is working with this magazine to promote it."

She answered as she continued reading the magazine.

Missouri on the cover is wearing a windbreaker and black silk stockings, as well as a small cape with blue and white porcelain prints.

She wore a baseball cap on her head and a pair of round sunglasses on her eyes, blocking her emerald green eyes.

The red strap of her bellyband could be seen from her exposed neck.

The lips, with a smile that is one part arrogant, three parts playful, three parts cute and three parts sexy, are revealed from under the large round glasses that cover half of the face.

The straight and slender legs covered by the windbreaker are wearing 60D thick stockings.

DEN is the unit of measurement for fiber in the textile industry, so here comes the knowledge that boys can remember again.

However, for the specific concept of thickness, please open the youth version of the small broken site. Shao Mouming doesn't like this thing. He prefers to wear nothing when typing, so that his thinking is smooth. However, catching a cold has become a common occurrence.

Veneto swallowed.

She mainly saw the straps of the bellyband.

“Is this considered a mix and match?”

I've never seen anyone mix and match clothes and also match underwear.

The front deck of Missouri is not small, can the bellyband really cover it?

"This is actually an easy one to contact. It's in the spotlight, so we don't have to look for it deliberately."

Vittorio stared at the magazine cover for a while and then spoke.

After saying that, she also took out a thick classic from her ship's space and started reading.

Veneto glanced at the Lady of the Camellias.

Shrugging his shoulders, Veneto decided to go to sleep.

I need to catch up on some sleep. Last night was too tiring.

It wastes both water and energy.

She's not a perpetual motion machine.

NO.216 This era is restless

Not long after a loud bang, the passenger ship began to shake.

Veneto rolled on the bed, but was stopped by the fence and did not fall to the floor.

"what happened?"

She was still sleeping and was interrupted so rudely that she sat up and asked in annoyance.

"We are under attack, Admiral."

Guanghui stood by the bed, holding a torn and damaged magazine in his hand.

The impact just now made her fail to control the strength.

"Attack?"

Veneto turned over and slid from the second-floor bed to the floor, then leaned out barefoot and looked out of the round porthole.

A white light flashed on the sea, and then a huge splash of water was stirred up not far from the boat.

"boom!"

A huge sound was heard, followed by ripples on the water and the boat began to shake violently.

"deep sea?"

Veneto turned his head and asked.

"should be."

The coffee cup Vittorio was holding seemed to be fixed in the air.

Even if the passenger ship was shaking so violently, there was no way even a drop of the liquid in her coffee cup would spill out.

"Deep-sea activity..."

Veneto recalled some things that happened before.

The dean who had passed the front-line blockade and disappeared, suddenly appeared and attacked the front-line base. Now even the rear routes that had been stable for a long time have been attacked by the deep sea.