Starting from the Possessed Shipgirl

"Woohoo, it's the real commander!"

Xiao Kewei blinked, cheered and ran forward. Guanghui held his cheek and said nothing.

Huang Xi didn't say anything, but he couldn't help but secretly gasp and asked in a low voice, "What's going on?"

"Looking for your autograph?"

New Jersey found an empty seat and sat down, then took the nut plate from the next table over, shrugged and explained helplessly, "Honey should know how popular he is, right?"

"Yeah, I probably know."

Huang Xi nodded, picked a few cashews from the plate, stuffed them into his mouth and chewed them slowly, "So?"

"So when Chkalov came, he was surrounded by everyone. At first, there were only a few people and she could barely cope with them. Later, more people came and Honey asked her to speak less to avoid being exposed..."

Huang Xi took over the conversation dimly, "So you started forging my signature?"

"It's not a forgery. It's a genuine signature, taken from a work report signed by Honey before." New Jersey raised his finger and said seriously.

Huang Xi had to admit that he was slightly shocked at that moment.

He did sign some work reports, mainly because he couldn't just play with his phone when he was resting in the office during the first few times.

Not to mention that there weren't many posts from girls, and he wasn't interested in any other software in this world.

Let’s say everyone in the office is working, but you are the only one lying on the sofa playing with your phone.

Can you lie down?

Huang Xi felt that he could not lie down any longer, and there was not much work to do when he got up, so he finally took some documents that theoretically needed to be reviewed and signed by the commander.

I don’t remember exactly how much I signed, but after feeling that I had relieved the anxiety and shame in my heart, I lay back on the sofa and played with my phone.

But I didn’t expect that the girls actually cut off the signatures on those documents.

"Is this possible? Will the document lose its legal effect?"

"Where are the laws in the harbor? Is Honey's speech becoming a little stilted because he's possessed by the fearsome?"

New Jersey blinked.

Huang Xi just felt that this sentence was extremely offensive from any angle.

He stuffed a few more cashews into his mouth—actually he wanted to eat macadamia nuts, but they were too hard to peel. He pursed his lips and said, “So now there are not enough autographs?”

"Of course it's not enough. If Honey doesn't come over, we'll just have to fake it."

New Jersey spread his hands, then a grin appeared on his face. He took out a pen and paper that he had prepared at some point and placed them on the table. He tilted his head and asked, "Have you worked hard?"

"Yeah, thank you for your hard work."

Huang Xi sighed, looked at Chkalov who was surrounded by girls in the distance, shook his head slightly, and said again, "You are really working hard."

Pretending to be another person is definitely not an easy task. He has a deep understanding of this matter. Not many people pay attention to this terrible thing, let alone the commander of the port center.

It is easy to see the difficulties Chkalov faced, and it was already very good that he could think of a way to sign.

He reached out and picked up the pen, wrote his name in a flamboyant manner on the white characters, and then asked casually, "How many do you need?"

"How many... Honey, let's sign a thousand for now?" New Jersey said, nodding his chin.

Huang Xi almost broke the tip of his pen. He turned around and stared at the girl speechlessly, and said faintly, "There shouldn't be so many people in our port area, right?"

"It's better to be prepared."

New Jersey chuckled, "But now, about a hundred or eighty copies should be enough, right?"

Hearing this relatively reasonable data, Huang Xi stopped hesitating and signed quickly with a pen, finishing signing the entire piece of paper in about ten minutes.

When New Jersey saw him stop, a smile immediately appeared on his face. He reached out and rubbed his head, "You've worked very hard, it's amazing... Good boy, pat your head... I'll take you to a big meal later."

"It's enough."

Huang Xi sighed and looked at the girl speechlessly.

Chapter 233 Young Reporters in Action

The windless sea was as calm as a sapphire.

Under a big tree about twenty meters away from the cinema square, Alfred was walking back and forth with a camera in his arms and a frown on his face.

From time to time, she looked towards the lounge not far away, her eyes swept over her companions from the port area who were holding the commander's autographs, and from time to time she turned her head and looked along the end of the path.

He still hasn’t come. Why does it take so long?

The little guy pouted, straightened his light brown hair, took off the sunglasses on his forehead, stuffed them into his lapel, and put them in his pocket after a while.

Finally, he took out his phone and clicked on Gridley's profile picture: "Hurry up, it's already been twenty minutes!"

The icon representing the sending started to spin, and finally turned into a small green check mark, and then Gridley's message popped up, "Almost there!"

"I've said this four times!"

Alfredo complained in his heart, put his phone back in his pocket, took out his sunglasses and put them on his head, and silently looked towards the lounge in the distance.

A few more companions came out. Walklan looked so happy. Did he know some secret information about the commander?

Something still feels wrong.

The little guy frowned and thought for a long time. Finally, a series of hurried footsteps and quick breathing sounds came from behind him, and finally turned into Gridley's somewhat apologetic voice, "I'm sorry."

The blond boy supported himself on his knees with his hands, breathing rapidly. When he finally calmed down, he raised his head, showed a bright and reserved smile, and explained, "I met little Jiajia on the way."

"I knew it." Alfredo's expression didn't change. This kind of thing could be guessed from the beginning.

The only things that could delay Gridley on the road were the commander and Saratoga. Since the commander was now in the lounge in front, he must have met Saratoga.

"Hey, this is little Gaga in a special costume. He wore a cheering costume specially to cheer her up. I took a lot of rare photos of him. Do you want to see them?"

Gridley had almost rested, and suddenly he chuckled and walked forward with the camera in his arms.

"No."

Alfredo shook his head, turned around, put his hands on Gridley's shoulders, and said seriously, "The key now is the commander's business!"

"Right." Gridley was stunned, as if he had thought of something, and his face became more serious. "What's the commander's condition now?"

"He's still in the lounge and hasn't come out. Many of his companions have gone to look for him, but there doesn't seem to be anything strange about him."

Alfredo explained, but his expression became more serious.

Nothing strange?

That's the strangest thing, otherwise why have they become sneaky when it comes to Commander Aoba during this period?

As the center of the port area, everyone will pay attention to the commander in one way or another, and digging out news from him is undoubtedly the best way.

For example, why does the commander wear a mecha?

How is the time travel experiment going?

Commander, do you have any little secrets?

No matter what news is found, it will trigger a huge discussion in the port area and will undoubtedly be the headline among the headlines.

Alfredo thought so, and so did Gridley. Only Aoba didn't think so, and not only didn't think so.

On the contrary, they showed great resistance to such things.

"Commander, what is there to investigate? This is meaningless."

"No news, no news."

"The commander is under very tight surveillance right now. Not only can we not find any interesting news, but it can also easily lead to accidents."

"In short, let's look for news from other places."

Such an incoherent statement could only arouse greater suspicion from Alfredo and Gridley.

So they decided to leave Aoba behind and investigate on their own.

And now is the first step to start the plan.

"Then let's get started. Let's go to the lounge to observe the commander up close, and then interview the companions who went in earlier."

Alfredo muttered his thoughts quietly, and Gridley nodded in agreement.

So two-thirds of the news forces in the port area began to tiptoe forward.

The lounge was spacious with a good view. The two of them saw the commander at a glance. He was standing in the corner of the room, surrounded by a group of companions, who were chattering about something.

That's the goal!

The two's eyes lit up, then they calmed down.

But as a qualified journalist, you must never lose your basic vigilance in front of your target.

Alfredo and Gridley did not rush forward, but began to observe other corners of the lounge separately.

There aren't many people inside now.

At one point the contestants in the exercise were joined by friends, like Juno and Atlanta, who was chatting with her.

As a reporter, if it is a normal situation, you should go up and ask the other party about his or her feelings about participating in the competition, and at the same time ask about his or her determination or something similar.

Then secretly ask the commander questions.

But there is no rush for these.

Alfredo and Gridley took a quick look and then looked elsewhere.

In addition to the contestants, there are the staff who prepare for the exercise, including referees and people who maintain order.

Under normal circumstances, reporters can also come forward and ask everyone what they think.

Questions such as opinions on exercises, etc.

Then secretly ask the commander questions.

But there was no need to rush. The two of them took a quick look and then continued to observe the lounge.

Apart from these, there were some idle people, like Kewei who was sitting in the corner of the lounge eating snacks. There was nothing special about them.

Alfredo and Gridley looked at each other and had to admit that, at least for now, they had not observed anything unusual or strange.

So where should we start?

Journalists’ instincts tell them that going straight for the goal at the outset will often lead to unexpected anomalies.

At times like this, it is better to approach the issue indirectly.

So we should start with the idle and miscellaneous people.

Alfredo and Gridley looked at each other, then their eyes fell on Kewei in the corner at the same time, and they nodded in unison.

well.

In the corner, Huang Xi was observing the two little reporters calmly, his mind was only struggling with one thing: Qingye couldn't help but sell him out?

Chapter 234 Interview

From the moment the two little reporters ran into the lounge.

Huang Xi had already observed them, but there was nothing he could do as he was more sensitive to this kind of situation and the reporters happened to be in a key prevention area.

Their character of always wanting to make big news makes these little guys the reserve for trouble.

Something unpredictable may happen at any time.

He remained calm, even slowing down the movement of chewing nuts, but he saw the two little guys looking around the lounge and finally walking straight towards him.

Such an action made his heart skip a beat.

He guessed that Qingye might have revealed the situation of possession to the two little guys just to brag or for some other reason.

But shouldn't we just find him right now?

This doesn't make any sense, does it?

Apart from the royal aircraft carriers, the only ones who knew that he possessed Kewei today should be the secretary ships and the others.

There was some confusion in his heart, but no expression on his face.

"Awesome sister, New Jersey sister, are you free now? We want to do an interview!"