The Reborn Admiral of the Ship Girl

"Um...what's going on?"

Richelieu and others looked at the scene in the room in amazement.

Empty bottles of wine were placed on the floor and on the table. Opposite the table, two sofas were occupied by two people, one was Su Shi, their good friend, and the other was Zhong Yu, their real admiral.

"It was probably because the admiral drank with the Soviet Union."

"You're such a bad drinker?"

When they chatted with Lexington before, they knew a lot about Zhong Yu's weaknesses, such as the most obvious one, Zhong Yu's alcohol tolerance is very poor, because he almost never drinks. Even the low-alcohol beer that Missouri drinks is not "wheat juice" for Zhong Yu, but a serious drink that will make him drunk.

In addition, there were few people who drank alcohol in the port area. Missouri would drink occasionally, but only beer, and the amount was not much. In this case, Zhong Yu was no longer "almost teetotal", but a true teetotaler - if the cooking wine that Yixian put in the dishes was not counted.

It is no exaggeration to say that when Zhong Yu came in and smelled the alcohol, she was actually a little bit off. In addition, after accompanying Su Shi to drink some wine that was of Soviet standards, she became even more drunk. Her standards for evaluating a bottle of wine are quite combustible.

"It's basically all strong liquor. Is this something the Soviets forced the commander to drink?"

Iowa squatted down and picked up a bottle of wine, looking at the label with a strange expression. Was he forced to get drunk by the Soviet Union on the first day he met the commander? I hope it doesn't leave a bad memory.

"It's hard to say. If he was forced to drink, the Admiral's expression should be more painful."

1913 leaned over and observed Zhong Yu, who was sleeping on the sofa. His face was still slightly red, and his expression did not show the discomfort of being forced to drink. It looked more like he was simply asleep. Was he the type who could not see the blush even if he blushed?

"I heard from Lexington that the commander is very fond of the ship girls. He should have directly accepted the invitation from the Soviet Union."

"Pampering..."

Richelieu felt a little emotional. When he first met Zhong Yu, he had no idea that he could be like this.

When he approached her to tell her about the Dawn Project, Richelieu was impressed by his intelligence and intelligence network.

However, after knowing his true identity, Richelieu felt relieved. It was normal for him to be in charge of Zero, who was infinitely similar to his boss, and he himself was not a simple person.

"By the way, I have an idea."

1913 sat down next to Zhong Yu and gently pulled him towards himself under the gaze of everyone.

"I heard that the more thoughtful a person is on a daily basis, the more realistic they become when they are drunk."

"Based on the information we have about the admiral now, I think he probably makes decisions after thinking a lot."

"Now that you're drunk and your thinking ability has greatly decreased, aren't you curious about what he thinks of us? There may be no chance after this."

After listening to her persuasive words, the other three hesitated for a moment and then sat down on the sofa.

It would be a lie to say that she wasn't curious about what Zhong Yu thought of them. Now that she had a chance, she naturally had to take advantage of it.

1913 chuckled twice, then looked at the Soviet Union who was slumped on the sofa.

"Okay, you get up too."

"I can hear it even when I'm lying down, and my body feels weak right now."

As someone who drinks often, Su Su's sobering speed is also top-notch. She might have already sobered up when Richelieu and the others came in.

"Ok."

1913 gently shook Zhong Yu's body. After a moment, Zhong Yu's eyelids moved slightly and he slowly opened his eyes.

"Well……"

Although the machine was turned on, he didn't look like he was sober at all, which was normal. It was a great achievement for him to sober up after drinking the strong alcohol consumed by the Soviet Union for the first time, even if he only drank more than half a bottle.

"Admiral, are you okay?"

"You're...well, a little dizzy."

Zhong Yu now felt that his vision was blurry and he basically couldn't think properly. From the time he became conscious until now, he had been trying to recall what had happened before.

"It's okay Admiral, I want to ask you a few questions, okay?"

Originally I should have been... 1913's words interrupted Zhong Yu's thoughts. They are his own ship girls, so in that case, he should answer the questions first.

"Ah."

"What do you think of the people who recently joined the Ship Girl Management Committee in the port area?"

So straightforward.

The other four people couldn't help but secretly complain in their hearts, but considering that the other party was drunk, perhaps this simple and direct approach was best.

"The Ship Girls Management Committee..."

Zhong Yu tilted his head and thought for a while, extracting information from his confused brain.

"Well... I hope they can have a good time and relax."

"why?"

The answer is very simple, a little too simple, but sometimes, it is simplicity that can touch people's hearts the most.

"I feel very tired... If Infinite has never admitted that she is an admiral, it means that they have never had an admiral. For the ship girls, it is a bit cruel."

"I don't know if they will be satisfied with me."

"It's just that long, there's no place to relax, and they're not robots or anything like that."

"Isn't the port area a place where everyone can relax and live happily?"

"Hmm...really? That's weird."

Zhong Yu frowned, a little confused.

"No." 1913 looked at Zhong Yu gently.

"Alright, Admiral, have a good sleep. It's time to rest."

"..."

"What do you think?"

After settling Zhong Yu down, they walked out of the room, collected the wine bottles and opened the window before leaving.

“It’s really nice to stay here.”

The wind blew over from the ocean, and as Zhong Yu said, even if it was only for a short time, they truly felt the emotion called "comfort".

Unlike the pleasure of going to a tourist destination or spending some leisure time, there is a sense of security here, a sense of security I have never experienced before.

“It’s like an independent little world.”

"It would be nice to stay here, but I would definitely ask for a bathtub in my room."

"In that case, I hope there will be wine. Lots and lots of wine."

"Have you already started making requests to the commander?"

"Why not? He'll welcome us anyway. Besides, we can do it ourselves. Richelieu, what about you?"

"As for me, I would be satisfied if I could come here and live for a while occasionally."

"Oh, how can you say that? Now we are all his ship girls, so we should be more insatiable."

They walked and talked in the port area, facing the bright moonlight and feeling the gentle sea breeze, just like ordinary ship girls that can be seen everywhere in this port area.