The final ceremony of the trial final was made into a bustling celebration by Italians who were so romantic that they could fall in love with the cannonballs. The entire rostrum was surrounded by beautiful cheerleaders wearing only a miniskirt and holding yellow balls in their hands. The cold wind in November blew, and the curved thighs bloomed like flowers, which shocked a sexy scream.

Chu Jianchen, who was sitting in the audience, looked sympathetically at Da Jiang, whose face was surrounded by a group of beauties. His face was flushed with cramps, touched his nose helplessly, turned his head to complain to Venetto, who was sitting beside him, and said, "VV, isn't it just an exhibition match? Why does it look like a campus sports meeting? From the beginning to now, two hours have been wasted in vain. It's so troublesome."

Looking at Chu Jianchen's helpless look, wearing a formal outfit, holding a cup of coffee straight and dignified. Veneto, who looked as literary as those Italian ladies, smiled bitterly, and a hint of depression flashed in his light red eyes: "There is no way, these things were prepared by Ugolini and the Ministry of the Interior. She must have come up with some terrible ideas. Just watch them patiently. Anyway, the protagonist of this exhibition match is the supply ship Sukhbattal, and it won't take much time from the beginning to the end."

".........Hey, I said VV, you wouldn't be like those admirals with contemptuous smiles on their faces, thinking Sukhbathor was here to make soy sauce, right?" Chu Jianchen's cheeks twitched, and looked at Venetto with a stunned look, and his slightly narrowed eyes shot out a funny look.

"What do you mean? Do you think Sukhbattal's supply ship can defeat Pikar, who is only 10 points away from being able to advance to the final trial?"

Not far from Chu Jianchen, Litorio, who was playing with his hair bored, immediately looked over curiously when he heard Chu Jianchen's words: "Although it is not the ship girl on our side, I have heard of the name of Sukhbattor, the "borrow supply ship". I don't think she can fight against Picar who led three heavy cruisers and one battleship to participate in the exhibition match. Picar didn't even send a destroyer to the field. It's obvious that it was to smash your child's self-esteem in public and vent his anger of failing to advance successfully. If I were you, I would definitely persuade that little guy to give up the game voluntarily, so as not to become a laughing stock in the entire league."

"Then let's wait and see."

He opened his mouth and gently spit out two disdainful words. Chu Jianchen's gaze turned to the left, looking at the reputation who was standing beside the counterattack, and whispering something to her. His eyes swept across the maid's suit that was meticulously organized. It was not until he was stared at by reputation with a hint of anger that he pretended to be innocent and looked at Sukhbatol who began to go into the water with a sneer: "In the ancient Eastern legend, when Sukhbatol was sunk three times in a row, the Mongolian war god Sukhbatol, who had extremely terrifying strength, would tear up all enemies who dared to stand in front of her. I am not targeting anyone, I mean everyone here, in front of the real star destroyer Sukhbatol after awakening, they are all hot chickens."

"Hmph~~!" Venetto was dissatisfied and turned aside his dissatisfaction. Chu Jianchen, who was praising Sukhbatto at all costs, glanced and put down the coffee cup in his hand: "Just blow it, I don't believe it. Picar, who has four main battleships, will be defeated by a weak supply ship? If it is true, then I will immediately resign and leave, and retreat to Fort Rosel to be a coffee shop owner. The task of saving the world will be handed over to your friend."

Looking at Veneto, who turned his head to the side with a bulging face and depressedly turned his head to one side, Chu Jianchen was also amused by this cute cuteness. Since he saved Litorio, Veneto's attitude towards him has slipped from his friend to a deeper direction. Although he did not express his willingness to be taken home by him, as long as he stayed by his side, Veneto, who originally pretended to be a little adult everywhere, acted as proud and willful as a loli of normal age, and could not connect her with the head of the underworld who manipulated a large number of dark forces behind the scenes.

"Okay, I'll drink it when you grind the coffee, and I'll make sure I won't lose money." Chu Jianchen smiled and patted Venetto's head, then leaned on the back of the chair that was a little cold by the cold wind, smelling the fresh body scent of Venetto, with a hint of milky fragrance, closed his eyes leisurely, waiting for the shocking moment of Dashu: "VV, you are indeed a child."

The tedious performance competition launch ceremony, after more than ten minutes of speech and garland blessings, was finally coming to an end. Sukhbathor, who showed all his ship suits and carried a thick crane, cut the sea with unbridled sneering around him, heading towards the center point where he would definitely meet the ship girl brought by Pikare.

Hearing the admirals in the stands like thunderous laughter, the many senior officials on the rostrum looked very good, and they were mixed with doubts and malicious eyes, and they were cast from afar on Sukhbatol's tender back. They also knew that letting a supply ship participate in the exhibition competition was actually a silent insult to this trial competition that was held every few years. But as the lottery result was like this, they had no choice but to sit on the stage with the mentality of "What if it was a dark horse?", but with the flash of eyes, they obviously had no confidence in Sukhbatol. Some conspiracy theorists even began to doubt the current situation, whether it was the exchange student who had recently been upset in the city of Rome, and they had a new way to disgust them.

With the malicious gaze that shot from all directions, Dajiang let out a sigh of relief, without a cowardly expression on his face. The sharp gazes like sharp swords were exactly the same as what he had been treated normally, but Dajiang still stood by Picarl quietly, enduring his sarcasm.

"You said, will I order Otali and the others to shoot directly and sink your supply ship, or do I rush up with ammunition and teach that little girl to make a boat with my fists?" Picar raised his golden hair and waved his hand to the audience frequently. He grabbed Dajiang with his left hand intimately, but asked coldly.

"Whatever, I am not the one who will become a joke today." Dajiang shook off Picar's hand, squinted his eyes and looked at the audience room that burst into surprise, and said calmly.
Chapter completed!