I am always pushed back

Slowly, a figure emerged from the top of the Type 59 tank. It was Wang Chuan.

"Hey, need a ride?"

Wang Chuan joked to Thomson, and as if influenced by Wang Chuan's confidence, Thomson couldn't help but smile.

“He’s an interesting person.”

108. It’s inexplicable, really

PS

In that dreamlike place, Thomson met Wang Chuan.

Subtly, Thomson found herself gradually developing a liking for this powerful and unique commander, and it seemed as if she was destined to fall in love with such a person.

Unfortunately..........after that day...

Ok? !

Suddenly, Thomson came back to his senses from his brief memory, his eyes fixed on the figure that was gradually merging with his dream.

Yes, it was him. But was it really him?

Suppressing the turbulent thoughts in his mind, Thomson wiped away the hesitation at the corner of his mouth and returned to his usual indifference and arrogance as the Chicago typewriter.

“Na na na!!! @#￥￥%#@%￥…＆…%￥”

At this time, Lingmeng saw that Richelieu had actually interfered with her money-making business, and she was so angry that she blurted out incomprehensible words, trying to confuse Wang Chuan, Quincy and Richelieu, and then find a chance to get away with it.

Unfortunately, the same moves are ineffective against the Saint Seiya.

Wang Chuan, who had witnessed Reimu's moral limits in the chaotic world before, already understood Reimu's despicable intentions, and took Quincy's hand, ready to ask Richelieu to leave.

However, just as Wang Chuan was about to take the first step to leave, his right foot, which had just been raised in the air, suddenly stopped.

I...seem to have to register with Reimu for the dormitory? This...

"Oh, oh, oh, oh~ You're not leaving anymore?"

Wang Chuan turned his head to look at Reimu, and sure enough, Reimu was turning a small claw machine in her hand with a wicked smile, which clearly showed the so-called dormitory check-in registration system.

"There's nothing I can do about it. I won't hide it anymore. Have you seen the donation box in my hand? Hehehe, you know it yourself."

It was very magical. I don't know when Ling Meng brought a shiny gift box that was kept by someone, and smiled at Wang Chuan more cunningly. That look made people hate him so much.

Just when Wang Chuan was silent, Thomson came quietly behind Lingmeng and patted her shoulder.

"Who is it? Can't you see I'm full?"

Reimu muttered impatiently, closed her eyes, frowned, and looked at Thomson with an impatient look.

"I've got him covered." Thomson narrowed his eyes dangerously, exuding a dangerous aura.

"But this..."

"Pay back the money."

It is worth mentioning that although Reimu is wearing gold and silver and looks like a nouveau riche, she is actually a poor shrine maiden who washes and reuses her chest cloth. Although Reimu has collected a lot of small sums of money for herself at some point by cheating and deceiving others, she can't save it for long.

There will always be a lack of money. Maybe all kinds of bad luck will cause Reimu to lose all her previous achievements and her family's wealth, or maybe her private money disappeared inexplicably for some reason.

It seems that being poor is fate.

Once when she was desperate, Reimu boldly borrowed money from Thomson. And then, nothing happened.

Calculating the increasing amount of interest to be paid, Reimu was desperate and even had the urge to sell her breast wrap. But who would buy it?

Faced with Thomson's increasingly gloomy expression, which was increasingly revealing the implication that he would be in trouble if he didn't take the money, Reimu made a prompt decision and pointed her finger at the sky.

"Look! There's a paparazzi flying over there!"

After saying that, she didn't even look back, and without any reluctance, she slipped away at a speed that would have made Reimu Maru Bun ashamed.

Regardless of Reimu who had already run away, Wang Chuan scratched his head embarrassedly, and thanked Thomson with an incomprehensible smile: "Teacher Thomson, thank you."

However, Thomson did not show any reaction and remained calm.

Silently, Thomson suddenly stepped forward and looked closely at Wang Chuan.

Perhaps it was because he saw what he hoped for in his heart, Thomson, who had a stiff face, suddenly looked like the arrival of spring, and the flowers bloomed after the ice was thawed and watered by the running water, revealing a faint smile.

That smile was not big, but it was full of sweetness.

What is strong is the stunning feeling after the high mountain flower blooms, in contrast to before.

Thomson's series of actions seemed a bit strange to Wang Chuan, and he was stunned for a moment.

Why is Thomson here so strange?

Recalling the strange Thompson in his past, the corners of Wang Chuan's mouth twitched slightly.

Forget it, this Thomson should be different from my Thomson...

"No, it will. As long as you give her time to ferment, this Thomson will definitely be very bold." In her unchanging inner world, Ying Lili always drank happy water, ate happy things, drew happy books, and complained. In addition, the most unchanging thing was that Wang Chuan ignored her.

Richelieu was not happy to see Wang Chuan and Thomson looking at each other like that, so he immediately stood beside Wang Chuan with a forced smile and hugged Wang Chuan's arm. Wang Chuan, who was still confused for a moment, just let Richelieu hug his arm.

When Thomson saw Richelieu's impulse, which was like a declaration of sovereignty, the faint smile on his face suddenly disappeared, and his face darkened imperceptibly.

In the unchanging little inner world, Wang Chuan is given a hesitant male protagonist type BUFF with a whimpering smile, hiding his fame and achievements.

If we hesitate like this, it will only create the interesting and mysterious existence called Shura Field. However, at this moment, there are only two ship girls and tactical dolls with strong consciousness, so it seems that there are still not enough people.

Not naughty? It's impossible not to be naughty. Even if I, Yinglili, am PAPAPAed until I cry non-stop, I will not stop being naughty!

"Hiss~~~" Ying Lili gently touched her butt which still felt a little painful, and couldn't help but let out a whimpering sound.

"May I ask what is your relationship?" Thomson asked in her once cold tone, making it impossible to tell what she was thinking.

"We are friends."

When Wang Chuan was about to speak, Richelieu answered first, and Wang Chuan was stunned for a moment, then agreed.

Seeing Wang Chuan's reaction, Thomson showed a mocking smile that made Richelieu feel extremely uncomfortable. On the surface, it was just an ordinary smile that a person who habitually had a cold face would make. But in Richelieu's view, Thomson was mocking him - Euler, he was just a friend.

Thomson was also a decisive tactical figure, and he left with an ambiguous smile.

"Then I'll take you, Wang Chuan, to the management center to register."

"Um......."

Now Wang Chuan suddenly felt that he was out of tune with the people around him. Why, why did they all seem to be communicating so much secretly without his knowledge?

However, is it really okay to let Richelieu hold my arm so intimately?

Feeling the abundant capital of Richelieu, Wang Chuan felt his old face turn red.

"It smells so good~" Ying Lili couldn't help but complain.

109. The weird guy with the notebook in the dormitory

With the careful and personal guidance of Richelieu along the way, Wang Chuan finally completed the check-in procedures with Quincy, who still had an OvO expression on his face.

However, when Richelieu was filling out the form, in the name of teaching, she pressed her whole body on Wang Chuan, and her charming ladylike face was pressed against Wang Chuan's face, and her delicate hands held Wang Chuan, which...

Wang Chuan felt Richelieu's breath, which seemed to be there and not there, and at that moment, a thousand POIs shouting POI~POI~POI~ ran through his mind.

On the way back to the dormitory, Wang Chuan held Quincy's left hand, and Richelieu held his right hand seemingly unintentionally, and he did not struggle to break free out of embarrassment.

Then, the men who met Wang Chuan and the other two showed disbelief in their eyes and the urge to draw their spears.

“What! That’s Richelieu? Why, why, I obviously met Richelieu first, and I obviously met Quincy too, why, why was he taken away from me like this!!”

A black admiral, shedding tears of pain, tried to slowly pull out the spear he had hidden behind his back.

Then, he poisoned the spear and licked it with a ferocious expression.

"Hahaha! Die..." He aimed at Wang Chuan's back, and then fell down.

Just like that, an admiral who had several mechanical unconscious ship girls at his command fell today because of his own spear.

In this world, admirals do exist, but their shipgirls are all unconscious nameless ships, without history, consciousness, or experience. So, in contrast, for some reason, the shipgirls who have no admirals and have their own history have become popular.

Here, every ship girl with her own past is unique.

By the way, Richelieu was particularly happy because he was happy about his encounter with Wang Chuan. As a result, when he saw this chieftain-level admiral on the road, he even felt like saying hello.

Then, like the dream of thousands of Africans, the chief thought that he might become the first admiral to own a historical ship girl.

It turns out that Africans are still Africans, unless they possess the power called Krypton.

Or, he may have the bloodline of the legendary Emperor Liver.

Facing murderous gazes along the way and strange noises coming from behind, Wang Chuan said goodbye to Richelieu at a fork in the road and led Quincy straight to his dormitory.

Wang Chuan placed Quincy OvO on the sofa in the living room and let him drink some happy water. He turned on the TV to entertain Quincy, and then rolled up his sleeves and started cleaning the dormitory.

I don’t know if it was Wang Chuan’s illusion. Although there was a little dust on the ground, Wang Chuan could still see that there seemed to be faint footprints on the ground. Could it be that someone had been here not long ago?

Without worrying about anything else, after the rooms on the first floor were almost tidied up, Wang Chuan climbed up to the second floor with a mop and other items.

Wang Chuan opened a room at random and was about to start cleaning. However, when he saw the things in the room, he fell silent.

The pile of what looked like comics was as high as a small mountain, occupying half of the room. Walking forward and picking up one to take a look, Wang Chuan fell silent for a moment, and felt that he might be in trouble.

Books, all books. There are all kinds of books, including many famous ship girls, such as Bismarck's book. After opening it and checking it carefully overnight, Wang Chuan said that he didn't read it because he wanted to.

Then, Wang Chuan was surprised to find out why this male protagonist looked so much like himself?

No, it's impossible! How could I force my own ship girl into a corner with a silver bullet on my face, playing some unspoken rules, sister rice, POI training, etc.!

This.....this doesn't sound sensual at all!!!

In an instant, Wang Chuan's heart was like a volcano erupting and he couldn't calm down at all.

Besides, what should I do with this pile of books... throw them out, and if someone sees them, and the protagonist is similar to me... it's over...

Just when Wang Chuan was about to collapse, a low roar suddenly came from next door.

Wang Chuan suddenly came to his senses, pricked up his ears, and leaned against the wall to listen carefully.

"Ah~~Don't~~Yi Ku Yi Ku~~"

This suggestive female voice made Wang Chuan furious.

Great! It turns out that the person who hoarded these books is still sitting here doing something shameful!

With his inner universe burning, Wang Chuan quickly ran to the corridor and kicked open the room where the noise came from.

"Die, you pervert!"

Wang Chuan roared, raised his fist high and was about to drop it, but suddenly stopped.

The scene in front of me is slightly different from what I imagined.

A figure was hiding under a pile of snack books and garbage. Next to it, there was a large screen and a game console, which was playing disgusting pictures and making happy noises.

The girl, who was buried in the snacks and notebooks, suddenly turned around and explained in a panicked voice: "Sister, listen to me, it's not like that!" However, looking at the dark circles under her eyes and her tired expression, it was obvious that she was usually a very lazy person.

However, after seeing that the person coming was Wang Chuan, she breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and continued to play with her little yellow oil.

"What? It turned out to be the admiral. I thought it was my sister. I was so scared."

ding dong~

A simulated prompt sound popped up in Wang Chuan’s mind. The ship girl in front of him, Tirpitz, became his ship girl at that moment.

Favorability? Two hundred... But I just met Tirpitz and he didn't give me a ring...

As he was thinking, Wang Chuan felt a little confused in this room filled with the sound of river crabs.

After saving the game, Bei Zhai staggered over to Wang Chuan and hugged him.

"Hey, Admiral, I'm tired, help me take a bath."

Leisurely and lazy, it sounds like the voice of a master of slacking off, and it definitely sounds like Tirpitz.

However, Wang Chuan felt a little embarrassed to be asked for such a task for no apparent reason, so much so that he could not help but ask, "Tirpitz, have we met before?"

"Huh?" Tirpitz slowly raised his hazy eyes and looked at Wang Chuan.

"Well~ I thought I was dreaming in the tutelary fort before, but after seeing the admiral, I was sure."

Although Tirpitz's mental state did not seem to be very good, the determination in her tone was unquestionable.

"So, Admiral, help me take a bath. I'm tired~"

"..."