I'm in the azure sky, and I have an anti-fraud app.

“Just doing your duty, right?” Li Wei interrupted her, walked to Yuan Chou’s side, patted her shoulder, and said with a hint of amusement in his voice, “Alright, stop explaining. Go close the door.”

“Since Richelieu wants to know, then I will teach him.”

Yuan Chou paused for a moment, then nodded, strode to the door, and slammed the heavy wooden door shut with a dull thud. The church fell silent instantly, only the sound of their breathing echoing in the empty space.

Richelieu watched this scene, a hint of anticipation flashing in his eyes: "How does the Commander plan to teach?"

Li Wei chuckled and turned to face her: "Since it's teaching, it's naturally most convenient to demonstrate in person, right?"

……

The next scene unfolds in front of the church altar.

Livy stood in the center, with Richelieu and Enmity kneeling on the carpet on either side.

The setting sun shone through the window, casting a golden glow on them, but it couldn't conceal the incongruity of their presence with the church.

Richelieu's red bishop's robes were no longer in their proper place, revealing her fair and slender legs, and the pendant on her chest swayed gently with her movements.

Yuan Chou lowered her head, her cheeks flushed, and the hem of her ship uniform had already been torn open, revealing a large expanse of soft skin.

Li Wei looked down at the two women, placing his hands on their shoulders, his voice deep and authoritative: "Didn't you want to know my 'methods'? How do you feel now?"

Richelieu raised her head, her eyes filled with complex emotions. She bit her lower lip and whispered, "The Commander is indeed... worthy of his reputation."

Resentment dared not meet his gaze, only whispering, "Commander...I..."

"Stop talking nonsense." Li Wei interrupted her, bent down, and reached out to both of them at the same time.

Soon, the sounds of Richelieu and Resentment studying filled the church, accompanied by the rustling of clothes and the soft clatter of tables and chairs.

"Well……"

"Commander, is this...is this how you teach..."

Richelieu's body trembled violently, his hands gripping the edge of the table so tightly that his fingernails almost dug into the wood.

Li Wei: "Yes, that's how I teach."

Richelieu gritted his teeth, trying to suppress his voice.

Li Wei: "What could be more profound than experiencing it firsthand?"

Richelieu let out a low gasp, revealing her true feelings.

Li Wei's teaching was anything but gentle; every stroke carried undeniable force, causing the Archbishop of Iris to completely lose his usual composure.

At the same time, his other hand was not idle either, reaching out to the cotton candy of resentment and kneading her soft ship rigging.

"commander……"

Yuan Chou let out a low groan, her body involuntarily leaning closer, her eyes glazed over as she looked at him, seemingly already used to this punishment.

“Commander, I…I have completely mastered it…”

A few minutes later, Livy pushed Richelieu aside and pulled Revenge to his side. He made the two kneel side by side in front of him and looked down at them.

"You've learned it so quickly? I don't think it's nearly enough."

Richelieu's hair was disheveled, and he wore a look of shame on his face, while Resentment lowered his head and breathed rapidly, as if he had completely submitted.

"I……"

"Open your mouth," Li Wei commanded coldly.

The two exchanged a glance, and ultimately complied.

Li Wei unleashed all his ammunition, aiming for their faces.

The results from the exam slid down Richelieu's cheeks and dripped onto her robe, while Resentment closed her eyes, her lips twitching slightly as she tried to accept everything.

The air inside the church seemed to freeze, with only resentment and Richelieu's debriefing echoing in the background.

"Are you satisfied now?" Li Wei straightened his clothes, looked down at the two of them, and said with a hint of mockery in his tone, "Or do you want to continue with after-school tutoring?"

“If there’s a possibility of tutoring, it doesn’t seem like a bad idea.” Richelieu wiped his face, looked up, and a complex light flashed in his eyes: “The Commander’s ‘teaching methods’ have truly broadened my horizons.”

“I’ve once again witnessed the Commander’s teaching abilities; they are truly convincing.” Resentment murmured softly, “Commander… I…”

"Alright, that's enough." Li Wei waved his hand, turned and walked towards the church door. "You two clean up yourselves, and don't let anyone else notice anything."

Chapter 477 Joan of Arc also developed a love for learning

Iris Church.

Richelieu stood to one side of the door, dressed in an elegant papal robe that accentuated her graceful figure. She leaned slightly forward, her hands clasped in front of the deck, her voice soft yet tinged with a hint of teasing: "Welcome, Commander, for your guidance~"

Joan of Arc stood on the other side, bowing her head in the same way, her long golden hair swaying slightly with the movement.

She was dressed in light, everyday clothes, and a section of her fair skin was visible beneath her disguise, making her stand out.

The girl's voice was slightly hesitant, tinged with shyness: "Welcome... welcome Commander to provide guidance..."

Before she could finish the last word, she swallowed it back, her cheeks instantly flushing red. Clearly, the girl knew what the so-called guidance really meant.

Li Wei chuckled lightly, and without any hesitation, reached out and gently grabbed a handful of Joan of Arc's cotton candy.

He felt a soft and warm touch in his palm, and couldn't help but squeeze it a couple more times, his tone slightly teasing: "Such a combination of people is really rare."

Joan of Arc gasped softly and trembled slightly, but she simply lowered her head without flinching. A blush spread from her cheeks to the girl's ears, her shy demeanor completely unlike that of Richelieu, who was already a seasoned veteran.

Seeing this, Richelieu, standing behind Li Wei, slightly pouted, the bow of the ship under his disguise slightly bulging, his tone tinged with sourness: "If the Commander comes to the Iris Church more often, he will naturally see it quite often."

Li Wei was taken aback by her words, turned his head to glance at her, and couldn't help but laugh at her feigned displeasure. He casually pulled Richelieu in front of him and slapped her bouncy, jelly-like breasts without any mercy. The "smack" was crisp and loud, and Richelieu's body swayed slightly, but she wasn't angry. Instead, she covered her mouth and chuckled, a sly glint in her eyes.

"You talk too much!" Li Wei pretended to scold, but his tone revealed a hint of doting.

Richelieu simply smiled without saying a word, gracefully turning to the side and gesturing for him to walk towards a small room inside the church. Joan of Arc followed behind them, head down, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her dress, like a little girl who had done something wrong.

After entering the small room, Richelieu gently closed the door. The wooden door clicked shut, completely shutting out the noise from the outside world. The room was small, but it was decorated warmly and elegantly, with a wooden desk placed against the wall.

Joan of Arc walked to the desk, took out a slightly worn picture book from the drawer, and carefully placed it in front of Livy.

"Commander, please...please." She whispered, her voice barely audible, her face already as red as a ripe apple. Clearly, she knew the contents of the picture book, but was too ashamed to speak of it.

Li Wei glanced down at the picture book; he could vaguely make out a few blurry patterns on the cover, which seemed somewhat familiar. He raised an eyebrow, already having a guess in his mind.

Just then, Richelieu approached from the other side, her soft, cotton-candy-like hand gently brushing against his arm, the bow of the ship almost touching his shoulder. She smiled and said, "Commander, this is the instruction booklet we wanted from you~"

Li Wei calmly took the art book and casually flipped to the first page. Under the light, the contents of the book were immediately apparent—it was an art book with the same style that he and Qian Wei had seen in the library before.

The art style is both delicate and bold, with lifelike patterns and poses; every stroke is exhilarating and thrilling. I wonder which ship girl drew it; she clearly put a lot of effort into it.

On the surface, Li Wei feigned composure, a meaningful smile playing on his lips: "So that's what it is. You guys really have gone to great lengths."

Upon hearing this, Joan of Arc lowered her head and bit the bow of the ship, her hands nervously gripping the hem of her dress. Richelieu laughed even harder, gently patting Livy's shoulder and whispering in his ear, "Since the Commander has recognized you, don't let us down."

Li Wei snorted, closed the picture book, tossed it onto the table, and turned to the two of them: "Since you're so sincere, then just do as shown here."

……

Joan of Arc blushed and awkwardly untied the disguise, revealing her fair skin and soft, cotton-candy-like breasts.

"Commander, um..."

The girl stood in front of the commander, her head bowed, not daring to look at him, the stern of the ship trembling slightly.

Richelieu took the initiative, gracefully removing her papal robes and slipping them to the ground to reveal the perfectly curved hull of the ship. The mature woman walked behind Levi, wrapped her arms around his waist, pressed her fleshy back against his, and whispered, "Commander, we're all ready."

Li Wei took a deep breath, turned around and pulled the two women in front of him, adjusting their positions according to the poses in the picture book.

Joan of Arc was gently pushed onto the desk; the deck was flat and solid, and the core hull gleamed alluringly in the dim light. Richelieu knelt beside her, his jelly-like form swaying slightly, his eyes filled with anticipation.

He bent down and kissed Joan's marshmallow-like lips, then gently brushed across the battlefield, causing Joan to instinctively clutch the commander's head. Only after Livy gently patted Joan to indicate that she couldn't breathe did Joan release her hands and instead grip the edge of the table.

There's no need to be so nervous.

"Hmm..." Jeanne unconsciously curled up at the stern, her voice soft and shy: "Commander... I, I will try my best to overcome it..."

Seeing this, Richelieu smiled slightly, leaned close to Levi's ear, and said in a low, husky voice, "Commander, don't just focus on her. I also want to learn from you."

As she spoke, the older woman adjusted her position and lay down next to Jeanne, her jelly-like buttocks, which were even more attractive than Jeanne's, sticking up high, silently inviting the commander to join her.

Li Wei looked up, his gaze shifting between the two women before finally settling on Richelieu's alluring cargo hold. He reached out and gently patted her jelly, whispering, "Then so be it."

The main guns were already poised to fire. He first approached Joan of Arc's inner hull, slowly but powerfully advancing the battle line. Joan of Arc's stern tightly entangled the middle of his battle line, her body bobbing up and down with the movement, her blush deepening.

“Commander…” Richelieu’s voice came from the side, tinged with urgency. She turned around, placed her hands on the table, the cargo hold slightly open, her eyes full of longing, “I want to try it too… the cargo hold.”

Li Wei gently patted Richelieu's jelly, stepped out of Joan of Arc's defensive range, and moved closer to Richelieu, his fingers gently probing into her cargo hold, tentatively expanding.

Richelieu gritted her teeth, her jelly trembling slightly with each movement: "Commander, hurry... I can hold on a little longer..."

Without further hesitation, he aimed his main gun at her cargo hold, the power emanating from the commander slowly and resolutely penetrating the archbishop's defensive perimeter. Richelieu looked up, her beautiful eyes gazing dreamily at the commander, while Joan of Arc took the opportunity to rest nearby.

As the pace quickened, the trials for Levi also became more intense. Jeanne d'Arc crawled up to him, deliberately bringing her core module closer to his main gun, her soft, alluring voice rubbing against his chest: "Commander... I want to continue learning..."

Richelieu wasn't to be outdone: "Commander, I want to learn too..."

Li Wei spoke from both sides: "You guys..."

"Heh, why haven't I seen you guys study this diligently before?"

He switched the main gun back and forth between the two of them, holding Joan of Arc's cotton candy in one hand and pressing Richelieu's deck with the other.

"Now that we're learning this, we know it's beneficial, so we come running to say we want to learn, hmph..."

Ultimately, the ammunition misfired during the intense exchange of fire. He first aimed at Joan of Arc's cargo hold, unleashing a powerful burst of heat, and then turned to fill Richelieu's cargo hold.

Joan of Arc slumped onto the table, the cargo hold twitching slightly, her face flushed with satisfaction. Richelieu, lying beside her, turned around, licked his lips at the bow, and whispered, "Commander... will you come and guide us again next time?"

Li Wei, panting heavily, patted the two of them on the jelly and said lazily, "Let's see how you do."

Chapter 478 The Exams of Sufren and Foch

A classroom in a secluded location at Minato College.

Sunlight streamed into the room, casting dappled shadows on the wooden floor. The classroom wasn't large, but it was packed with ship girls from the Iris faction, and a subtle tension and anticipation filled the air.

The bookshelf in the corner was filled with heavy naval documents, but no one cared about the dry text at the moment—all eyes were focused on the figure in the center of the classroom.

"I know you'll try every possible method."

Li Wei stood at the podium, hands in his pockets, his gaze sweeping over the ship girls present, his brow slightly furrowed. He sighed softly, a hint of helplessness in his voice: "...Who came up with this idea of ​​an exam?"

Suffren, standing in the crowd, straightened up abruptly upon hearing this. Her long white hair swayed slightly, and a hint of smugness flashed across her face. She raised her hand high and answered in a loud voice, "Reporting, Commander, it's me!"

Li Wei's gaze slowly shifted to her, paused for a moment, and then the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile: "Shufren...it seems you are quite satisfied with your idea, aren't you?"

Although Suffren sensed something unusual, he still straightened his back and nodded in agreement.

It should be noted that the learning achievements of Joan of Arc and Richelieu under the commander's guidance last time have already been widely discussed among the Iris faction.

It is said that the course was not only rich in content, but also remarkably effective, allowing the two ship girls to make rapid progress in a short period of time.

This is precisely why the classroom is packed today—the ship girls of Iris have all gathered, all requesting that the Commander personally tutor them. As for what this so-called study material is, of course, an open secret.

Li Wei patted the table in front of him: "Since that's the case... alright, let's start with you."

A suppressed chuckle suddenly filled the classroom.

The ship girls covered their mouths and whispered among themselves, their eyes filled with a mixture of amusement and anticipation.

Suffren's face froze for a moment, and her confident expression was quickly replaced by a blush.

"...Commander, although it was my suggestion, but...I really don't know what this exam is about..."

She subconsciously bit her lower lip, her hands nervously twisting together, clearly not expecting the commander to call her out so readily.

"Hehe, I'm the commander, so I get to decide what the test is about." Li Wei gestured for Sufren to go up on stage first: "Don't worry, you're the first one, so you can set an example. It won't be too difficult for you."

After hesitating for a few seconds, Sufferen finally walked awkwardly onto the podium under everyone's gaze.

"Commander, it's a promise..."

Normally, she was outgoing and carefree, but now she seemed somewhat flustered. She stood in front of Li Wei, head down, her boots lightly rubbing against the floor, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

"So... what does the Commander plan to test?"

A faint blush rose on the girl's cheeks, like an apple ripened by the sun, and even her ears were tinged with shyness.

Li Wei chuckled, walked up to her, leaned down and whispered in her ear, "What's wrong? You were the one who suggested the exam, but now you're chickening out?"