Elder brother's garrison

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After explaining the Deep Sea Dragon to Hood, Xiaobai finally felt relieved and left Hood's room.

"The angle is okay, the lighting is okay, and Mr. Sun's filter is okay."

After leaving Hood's room, Xiaobai and Saratoga had just arrived at Bismarck's room when they saw Tirpitz sitting at the doorway of his room, hugging his knees and raising his arm to make a camera gesture towards Xiaobai and Saratoga as they approached.

Tirpitz wasn't punished by Bismarck by being forced to kneel on a washboard for secretly going to an internet cafe?

Xiao Bai stopped in front of the leisurely Tirpitz, somewhat surprised.

"Tirpitz? What are you doing..."

"Take a picture," Tirpitz replied listlessly, gesturing with his fingers to indicate the presence of Little White and Saratoga.

"Um... Tirpitz, you seem pretty relaxed..." Little White chuckled as she watched Tirpitz's actions. "Um... didn't Bismarck punish you?"

"I was thinking of punishing him."

"And then there was no penalty?"

There's no washboard here.

"...Uh, that's true—but Tirpitz, what are you doing sitting outside right now?"

"I can't get in without the key."

"Didn't Bismarck have the key?"

"My sister isn't here."

"Uh...where's Bismarck?"

“I went outside to buy a washboard,” Tirpitz said expressionlessly, like a prisoner awaiting execution.

"……"noob.

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Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Single update today.

Then Zhang Tui

Reborn as Yukinoshita's Dad

When Yoshihara Mano opened her eyes again, she found herself back to the day before she signed the agreement.

In his previous life, he didn't want to work hard anymore, so he wrote down the name Yukinoshita Mano and married into the Yukinoshita family!

With the experience of two lifetimes, he decided to work hard and wrote down the name Yoshihara Mano.

At this time, Japan had just emerged from the bubble economy and did not yet have its two lovely daughters named Haruno and Yukino.

Yuihama is still unmarried and remains that adorable junior!

Sawamura Sayuri is still that arrogant young lady!

Chihiro Sengoku is still that pen pal who harbors dreams!

Kirisu Mafuyu is also Chihiro's best friend!

It’s still not too late!

written request for leave

If all goes well, Hedgehog Cat will receive his royalties today, so I'll take a shower and change clothes later, wait for my royalties, and then go to a nice restaurant for a good meal.

Today is the day I look forward to most each month. When it's time to get paid, all I can think about is eating, and I just can't think about the plot anymore.

Probably that's it.

So I'll postpone it for one more day. I'll try my best to update after I get my royalties!

Chapter 1521 Long Xiang's Crisis

Deep Sea Dragon opened its eyes amidst a drowsy state.

The first thing that catches the eye of the Deepsea Dragon is a wide, snow-white ceiling with a luxurious crystal chandelier hanging high above it.

Sunlight streamed into the room in large swaths through the glass windows.

Slightly yellowish.

But it is still radiant.

Deep Sea Dragon stared blankly at the ceiling.

Shenhai Longxiang felt as if he had fallen into a soft and spacious valley, with soft and fluffy white cotton blankets rising from all directions and covering his body.

A feeling of being enveloped in comfort made Deep Sea Dragon, nestled in the soft bed, stare blankly at the ceiling for a long time.

This was clearly not the roof of the cheap motel she had stayed in before going to sleep.

This is clearly not the bed from that cheap motel we stayed at before.

Ok?

what happened?

Where am I?

Deep Sea Dragon rubbed his eyes and tried to sit up from the soft bed.

But just as Deep Sea Dragon was about to turn over, a strange, aching pain suddenly shot through her shoulders and waist.

The deep-sea dragon was stiff all over.

—Lower back pain.

Correct.

Lower back pain.

Deep Sea Dragon only felt back pain.

It's like someone secretly carrying you on their disaster relief shoulders while you're asleep, then taking you on a bumpy train, letting you enjoy the direct sunlight and be bombarded with displays of affection, then being swayed around in the train all day amidst the clattering of the tracks, and finally, just when you're getting used to the bumps, being carried off the train and rocked around like it's a marathon, causing you back pain.

what happened?

What's wrong with me?

Deep Sea Dragon Strikes its legs, struggling to sit up from between the soft sheets of the bed. It rubs its shoulders and waist, looking around in a daze.

Before Deepsea Ryujo was a rather large room with snow-white walls and an elegant carpet. There were also three large beds exactly like the one he was on, with a ship girl lying or sitting on each bed.

While rubbing his shoulders, Shenhai Longxiang squinted and examined the ship girls for a while.

These ship girls all belonged to the admiral who captured her. Two of them were sleeping on the bed. She didn't recognize one of them, who had blonde hair, and the other was always with the admiral who captured her; her name seemed to be Iowa or something like that...

Deep Sea Dragon looked at the third ship girl.

The third ship girl was sitting cross-legged on the bed, listlessly gazing at the sky through the French windows.

"..." Deep Sea Dragon looked at the three ship girls in front of him with curiosity.

suddenly.

A familiar call rang out from behind the Deep Sea Dragon.

"Senior Longxiang, you're awake."

"Whoa!"

Although the voice was familiar, it appeared very suddenly, and the source of the sound seemed to be very close to Deep Sea Dragon, as if it were right next to Deep Sea Dragon's ear. Deep Sea Dragon on the bed was so frightened that he was startled and instantly lost all sleepiness.

The deep-sea dragon turned its head.

Behind him, Missouri sat sideways on the edge of the bed, holding a neatly arranged fruit platter, smiling at him.

Upon seeing that it was Missouri, Deep Sea Dragon's tense expression eased slightly.

My heart, which had just been racing, finally calmed down a little after I saw Missouri.

Missouri was, after all, a ship girl who had saved him once. Although Abyssal Ryujo didn't have any affection for ship girls, at least having Missouri by his side was much better than having anyone else by his side.

Deep Sea Dragon patted his chest.

"Senior, you've just woken up. Would you like some fruit to quench your thirst?" Missouri smiled and brought over a plate of sliced ​​fruit.

The Deep Sea Dragon remained silent for a long time.

Deep Sea Dragon did indeed feel a strange dryness in her throat. She looked around, then silently accepted the fruit platter from Missouri, picked up a piece of cut apple, stuffed it into her mouth, and began to chew it with a crunching sound.

The apple flesh is sweet and sour, crisp and tender, and bursts with juice when you bite into it.

Although it wasn't as delicious as the lava bun I ate last night, it had a rare, refreshing natural flavor.

It was a flavor I had never tried before.

The deep-sea dragon chewed silently.

"Are the apples delicious, Ryujo-senpai?" Missouri asked politely.

"...Where are we?"

The Deep Sea Dragon looked up at Missouri and asked.

"Here? This is the Admiral's headquarters that you mentioned this morning, Missouri and Senior Ryujo," Missouri replied.

"Waaah... I only took a nap and I'm already here..."

“It’s not as simple as just taking a nap.” Missouri smiled, raised her wrist, glanced at the ladies’ watch on her wrist, and then said to Deep Sea Ryujo with a smile, “Senior Ryujo, you slept for more than ten hours.”

Is more than ten hours considered long?

“That’s not short for human sleep,” Missouri said.

"..." Deep Sea Dragon scratched its head in confusion, seemingly wondering why it had slept for so long.

“Senior must have stayed up all night, so you were too tired the next day and slept for so long to catch up on sleep,” Missouri said with a smile. “Missouri tried to wake you up on the way, but you were sleeping too soundly. After trying two or three times without success, Missouri just let you sleep.”

“…I see…” Deep Sea Dragon didn’t doubt Missouri’s words. Her furrowed brows gradually smoothed out. “This is…the headquarters.”

"How do you feel, senior?"

"It feels like I've been carried around like a pendant all day, and now my body is sore and aching—but this bed is still comfortable, smelly and soft."

"This is a bed in Missouri. Thank you for the compliment."

"Huh?" Deep Sea Dragon was taken aback and looked up at Missouri.

“The Admiral is busy with many things, so she hasn’t had time to settle you in yet, Senior Ryujo.” Missouri smiled at Deep Sea Ryujo. “So she’s temporarily entrusting Missouri to take care of you—if you need anything, please feel free to ask Missouri, and Missouri will do her best to help you.”

“…Oh, this is your bed.” Shenhai Longxiang only caught the first half of the sentence. She looked at the other three beds in the room. “No wonder there are other people here.”

“Ah, speaking of which, Missouri hasn’t introduced herself to you yet, Senior Ryujo.” Missouri’s gaze drifted to the other three beds in the room. “These three are Missouri’s fellow ships. The two sleeping over there are Missouri’s older sister, Iowa, and New Jersey. And the one sitting on the bed, sticking out her tongue and looking up at the sky, is Missouri’s younger sister, Wisconsin.”

"Hey! Don't describe me like a puppy! And I didn't stick my tongue out!" Wisconsin's protest came right after Missouri finished speaking.

Deep Sea Dragon silently ate her apple, the conversation between Wisconsin and Missouri going in one ear and out the other.

Deep Sea Dragon felt there was no need for him to memorize the names of these ship girls.

It's both awkward and troublesome.

And ultimately, these are all enemies.

"...I'm not going to join your naval base," Deep Sea Ryujo muttered softly.

“I see…” Missouri’s gaze shifted from Wisconsin back to Deep Sea Dragon, and she smiled at Deep Sea Dragon. “Senior Dragon, you have such great admiration for being able to firmly maintain your original intention in the face of so many temptations.”

"..." Deep Sea Dragon didn't respond to Missouri's words, but just ate the apple in small bites.

After a while.

Deep Sea Dragon blinked. She picked up the fruit plate, glanced at her lower body, put the plate down, pulled up the quilt beside her, and looked to both sides.

Deep Sea Dragon wiped its mouth, swallowed the fruit, and looked at Missouri.

"Speaking of which...didn't you just say that I can give you any orders?"

The Deep Sea Dragon asked.

"Senior, what are your orders?"

Missouri smiled and nodded.

“…Give me your phone.” Deep Sea Dragon held out his hand to Missouri.