"A moment of thought ~!"

Just as the huge wave was about to hit Chu Jianchen's head, a delicate shout came from afar. The next second, the mountain-like waves were cut off by a thin line with white light and smashed heavily into the endless sea!

"Admiral, are you okay?"

Fusang, who was holding a sniper cannon taller than himself, appeared beside Chu Jianchen. The muzzle that had already accumulated surging electromagnetics was steadily raised, aiming at the black figure squatting on the bow of the giant beast, and slowly raising his head!

"I'm fine. What happened to the light just now? Who split these waves?" Chu Jianchen shook his head and looked at him in amazement because he was split from it, and he suddenly lost all his strength. He could only obediently turn into a large bunch of water that sprinkled on the sea like a mountain wave, with surprise flashing in his eyes.

"Reporting to the Admiral, it was my sister Shancheng who split the waves."

A trace of pride flashed in Fusang's eyes. After splitting the waves, he instantly flashed behind the black shadow squatting at the bow of the ship. He pressed the samurai sword that split the waves around the Giant Beast against its vest. The corner of his mouth slightly bent upward: "Shancheng is a very reliable child, please take care of her in the future."

Looking at the soft silhouette of her hair dancing gently in the oncoming sea breeze, Chu Jianchen suddenly remembered something and smiled slightly: "I will take good care of her, but Fusang, you are also reliable. I had to give you my blessings to kill everyone in the exercise. That feeling was simply too good."

"Ah?" Fusang, who was completely ununderstood, turned his head in a daze, and his red pupils flashing with soft waves were full of confusion: "Admiral, what are you talking about?"

"Ah, nothing, I just thought about something else, don't care." How dare Chu Jianchen tell Fusang what he was talking about was about the game? His eyes turned and immediately pulled the topic away.

As a hot newbie who couldn't summon even the whole family, the poor Chu Jianchen could only take the lead with Fusang and Shancheng who had exchanged British cannons. As a result, he was so sad that he was tortured to death by 4-4. Now he thought about it. It's enough to know such a dark history. You must not let this unfortunate sister know!

"Who are you and why are you attacking our warships?"

Although Kashima, who was standing next to Chu Jianchen, couldn't understand his words, she felt keen and immediately noticed Chu Jianchen's emotions that he didn't want to say much, and immediately spoke up and shifted everyone's focus to the black shadow squatting on the bow of the ship.

"Yes, who sent you to attack us?" Chu Jianchen saw that Fusang's attention was indeed transferred to the black shadow, silently praised Kashima in his heart, walked forward two steps, staring at the black shadow who still couldn't see clearly until now.

"Admiral, don't you know me?"

The black shadow, who was pressed by Shancheng with a sharp samurai sword against the vest, raised his head and looked towards Chu Jianchen with a face, and said in a puzzled voice with a hint of cuteness: "I am the Soviet Union~, since I was born in this sin-filled sea area, I have been staying obediently at the bottom of the sea, waiting patiently for your appearance. How could you not know me?"

"What? Soviet Union!"

Chu Jianchen looked up and down in surprise at a large black unknown object in front of him. He really couldn't figure out what kind of connection this thing that exuded the deep sea aura could have with the cute ship girl: "I remember that the Soviet Union should be a drawing ship, and it was shelved because of the German invasion before even the design was completed. Could it be that this is why you look so, well, so unique?"

"Ah? Admiral, is there something wrong with me?" The Soviet Union, which looked like a large piece of unknown black object, was tilted. It might be an unknown object on its head. A cute voice with a hint of doubt came from a large bunch of kelp that was still stuck to kelp.

"Uh, who can you go and take a mirror to look at her?"

Looking at the Soviet Union, who looked like "I am so normal, why don't you stand it?", Chu Jianchen sighed helplessly and said slowly in a tone of despair.

Are all the ship girls who promised to be cute? Are all the original ships all the default unspoken rules of super beauties who surpass the dimensional barrier? What's the matter? What's this big piece of unknown object that exudes a black aura? Could it be that those brainless Soviet scientists are all admirers of Anako, who made such a big piece of stuff to disgust me?

Chu Jianchen, who was full of unknown thoughts in his mind, just took his gaze from the dark Soviet Union when he was surprised to find that Kashima actually pulled out a long dressing mirror from his ship space, and trotted to the doubtful Soviet Union. His soft eyes were full of sympathy, and his delicate pretty face showed a sad look of empathy.

"What's wrong with Kashima? She actually stuffed such a long dressing mirror into her ship's space. Is her space much larger than others, and even has enough space to install such irrelevant things?"

Chu Jianchen, who felt that his three views had been hit by unprecedented impact, just came to his senses and found that Fusang, a beautiful woman standing beside him, was tucking a carved dressing mirror larger than the door panel back into his ship space with regret. The golden foil decorated on the frame almost blinded Chu Jianchen's eyes, not to mention the delicate carving design. Needless to say, this luxurious classic dressing mirror alone is definitely enough for his own expenses when he first arrived at Fort Rossell!

A woman’s wardrobe is always missing a piece of clothing, and a jewelry box is always missing the most satisfactory jewelry.

Inexplicably, a classic quote that has been passed down among men has appeared in Chu Jianchen's mind, and his eyes swept over the precious classical dressing mirror in Fusang's hand. Chu Jianchen suddenly decided to add a sentence behind: "In the ship girl's ship space, the first-ranked material is not steel, oil bombs, aluminum, but auxiliary props that allow them to show the most perfect posture at any time, such as dressing mirrors."

"Admiral~, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

The dull Fusang carefully stuffed the gorgeous dressing mirror back into the ship to the space before he found that his admiral was staring at him in a daze, and hurriedly inspecting him up and down. After finding that there was nothing wrong with it, he looked at Chu Jianchen with confusion and asked with concern.
Chapter completed!