Shut up! I'm not a destroyer!

Veneto opened the 'recipe' and took a look, and found that it was indeed a 'recipe', but what was written on it was the room number of the college dormitory.

There are many spaces behind the room numbers with ? drawn on them, which means people are probably already living there.

“没有建造的准提督宿舍编号前面没有前缀编号。前缀编号是一间公寓内的房间数量。2-105就是两室一厅的公寓，第105号。同理，3-203就是三室一厅的公寓，第203号。”

Hanako Matsushita gave a brief introduction.

Veneto flipped through the pages and found that the first few pages were dormitories with only one number, which was probably for the admirals who had just entered the school.

In order to cultivate the militaristic concept of the Quasi-Admirals, the academy arranged dormitories for them with four people in a room.

Veneto flipped back a few pages until he found page 4-xxx.

There is a ? behind each house on the previous page. These should be the houses where some European admirals in the academy live.

"Pick a number for yourself. All the dormitories in our college face south and there is no difference in direction, so just pick a number that suits your taste."

As Hanako Matsushita spoke, she took out another information sheet from the drawer and looked up at Veneto.

"4-233?"

Veneto thought about choosing a high-rise building, such as 888, as it would be too difficult for him to climb the stairs with his weak arms and legs.

666 won’t do, it’s a hellish number.

NO.114 Moving

"Here, here are the keys. But the school is also going to reclaim your dormitory keys. When you've finished moving your things, just come back and give them to me."

Hanako Matsushita stood up and walked to a cabinet next to her.

She pulled a key from her pocket and unlocked the cabinet.

In the open cabinet, there were rows of keys hanging on iron nails.

Each nail corresponds to the number of a dormitory or apartment.

The nails in the first few rows are empty, while those in the back are sparse and missing.

In a sense, the tip of the iceberg of the Admiral Academy's assets was presented to Veneto.

After finding the key corresponding to 4-233, Hanako Matsushita took it off the nail and turned to Veneto.

"If you need to leave school during the holidays, just give it to me for safekeeping. You can pick it up from me when you return to school. This is safer."

Hanako Matsushita put the key in Veneto's hand and said at the same time.

"In fact, your class teacher will tell you about this."

Feeling that she was overstepping her authority, Hanako Matsushita explained.

"Okay, thank you, Director."

Veneto held the key and bowed slightly to express his gratitude.

"Okay, Director Matsushita, there's nothing else to do. I'll take the child and leave first."

The old principal nodded to Hanako Matsushita and walked out with Veneto.

The three ship girls who followed silently also left the office together.

The whole room suddenly became quiet.

"Still a child."

Hanako Matsushita's eyes were still fixed on the door, even though Veneto had already left for a while.

...ovo...

"Goodbye, Grandpa Principal."

The most urgent task is to arrange accommodation as soon as possible.

Veneto didn't want to be unable to sleep again that night, or wake up under the pressure of car lights the next day.

"Okay, if you have any troubles again, little Veneto, remember to come find me."

The old principal waved his hand and staggered towards the stairs.

"What was the identity of that person just now? Even the principal in that office seemed to be very respectful to that old lady."

Vittorio saw that the old principal had climbed up the stairs with great effort and there was no one else around, so he turned around and asked Veneto curiously.

"I've heard rumors before that the director of the dormitory management department is the wife of the principal. Now it seems that this rumor does make sense."

Veneto touched his chin and muttered.

"Ah? Wife? Isn't there a big gap between the two of you?"

Vittorio was startled.

Yes, she looks like a middle-aged woman, and she looks well-educated and like a lady from a big family.

An old man with completely white hair, who looks to be at least 70 years old.

"I think it could be a daughter and a father?"

Vittorio believed this statement more.

And it seems more logical than the previous statement.

Some fathers want to express their love for their daughters but have no way to do so, so they can only release it in this way.

Afraid of this aspect of my daughter.

"However, their first and last names are different. And the principal doesn't have a daughter, only a son."

Veneto shrugged and said something that directly overturned Vittorio's guess.

"Well, then it seems that it is most likely that the principal is henpecked, not because Mr. Matsushita is more powerful than the old principal."

Vittorio remained silent.

The group returned to the dormitory.

With the KanColle around, moving is not a problem at all.

If Veneto hadn't had to play a human admiral, the move might have been even faster.

When ordinary people move, it takes two people to carry a sofa, and four people to carry a bed.

Here, excuse me.

Reputation was carrying a sofa in one hand and a bag full of sundries in the other.

Bismarck held a mattress in his hands.

In the blink of an eye, the new dormitory can be occupied directly.

Of course, only one person can stay here. If you want other people to stay here, you need to make several trips back and forth.

As an amnesia patient, Musashi received the same treatment as Veneto and watched the entire moving process.

It was probably because it was rare for a calibrator to achieve the feat of having three ship girls by his side, so this four-bedroom, one-living-room apartment was completely empty.

There is no bed, no sofa.

There is a TV, a washing machine and a water heater.

Some cabinets don't have any either.

A typical standard apartment building has uniform decoration and electrical appliances, but other things such as cabinets and beds need to be arranged by yourself.

It also avoids bad reviews for not giving residents freedom to express themselves.

"What is this for?"

Musashi asked curiously.

What Veneto and his gang did was a bit like what she had observed ants doing when she was bored, just before it was about to rain.

"Moving."

Veneto didn't expect that the white-haired big sister in front of him didn't even remember about moving.

"Oh, moving. Why do we need to move?"

Musashi looked at Reputation curiously as he opened all the windows and doors of 4-233.

"What is she doing?"

"Ventilation. It's obvious that no one has lived in this room for a long time, so a lot of dust has accumulated. When we clean the house, the dust will fly up. If we open the windows and doors to create cross-ventilation, the dust will be blown away by the wind, and we won't inhale it."

Veneto explained patiently.

In fact, she felt guilty because she couldn't help her ship girls while watching them work.

So find something to do to distract yourself.

“What happens if you breathe in dust?”

Musashi didn't know these common sense things at all.

The book left by Yamato would not contain everything.

"You will get sick. Being sick is very troublesome. You will feel uncomfortable and need to take medicine."

Veneto suddenly felt like he was raising a child.

Although there are many little destroyer lolita in the naval base, most of them are just lolita in appearance and playful heart.

They don't really ask questions like children.

"Oh, then we have to go to the hospital, right? I don't want to go to the hospital."

Musashi took the opportunity to emphasize this, hoping that his emphasis would form a hint in Veneto's mind.

This technique is still found in the books left by Yamato.

"Admiral, which room do you sleep in?"

Vittorio was standing in the living room of 233, holding Veneto's quilt, and asked Veneto who was sitting on the sofa.

"It doesn't matter. I can live in any room."

Veneto said he is not picky.

"Then let's go in the middle. This way, it will be easier to take care of you during a night raid."

Vittorio nodded and walked towards a middle bedroom.

"Are they all shipgirls?"

Musashi looked at the three busy ship girls.

"Yes, they all are. She just came back this morning. I have the same name as her."

Veneto pointed to Vittorio, who was making the bed.

"Should the Shipgirls be divided into destroyers, battleships, or something like that?"

Musashi asked with a confused look on his face.

"Yes, there are several types of Kanmusu."

Veneto thought for a moment, perhaps introducing the ship girl would be able to awaken the memory of the "ship girl" in front of him.

"Shipgirls are generally divided into destroyers, light cruisers, heavy cruisers, light aircraft carriers, regular aircraft carriers, armored aircraft carriers, battleships, battlecruisers and submarines. Now my shipgirls have two battleships and one battlecruiser."

Veneto introduces with a hint of pride.

"Which one is better?"

Musashi asked 'curiously'.

"That's... hard to say. Whether it's powerful or not depends on how proficient the shipgirl is in her ship equipment. Although there is some suppression in terms of types, generally speaking, aircraft carriers are stronger than battleships, battleships are stronger than cruisers, and cruisers are stronger than destroyers. But there are also cases where destroyers defeat battleships."

Veneto shrugged.

NO.115 Musashi was also happy about his high IQ at this time.

"Oh!"

Musashi had an expression of 'I see'.