Azur Lane Under the Stars

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The "race girls" present began forming groups and planning where to relax after work.

However, the company finally clapped its hands and said, "Okay, that's the last bit of work. We'll talk about other things after that."

Everyone then stopped talking and began to clean up the mess.

Next comes the work of clearing up the various competitions.

It's all the same: awards ceremony, acceptance speeches, then a closing talk and some performances, plus a summary or something.

Overall, there were unexpected events and some funny moments, but it was still a very good and fulfilling experience.

In the afternoon, we took group photos to commemorate the occasion.

Originally, all the ladies were supposed to be in front of the luxury cars and display boards, so that the port area ladies could take photos together. The Commander was also there, standing in front of a McLaren as a temporary model.

The result was an awkward situation.

The area in front of the ship girls was deserted, and Shinano even went to sleep in the vehicle she was in charge of.

As for Ren Shuo's side... almost all the girls in the port area went to line up.

Ren Shuo was also overwhelmed, and his face was almost frozen from smiling while taking photos.

I haven't been this tired in just a few days.

It's fair to say that the workload of this one afternoon was equivalent to that of the previous few days.

As the sun set, all the ship girls in the port area took photos before everything came to an end.

Ren Shuo slumped onto a cushion next to the car, looking utterly hopeless.

"so tired……"

"Thank you for your hard work, Commander."

A melodious voice rang out, and Shinano, who had just woken up, thoughtfully placed Ren Shuo's head on her smooth thigh. At this moment, Shinano was still dressed as a race queen.

Gently massage Ren Shuo's cheeks with both hands, easing the muscles that were stiff from smiling.

"Phew, it's finally over. Everyone was really enthusiastic," Ren Shuo said with emotion.

"But the commander is enjoying it too, isn't he?"

"Perhaps..." Ren Shuo closed his eyes, enjoying the breeze while receiving Shinano's services.

Chapter 652 Final Preparations and a Glorious Date

After the race, everyone went to restaurants and pubs and had a great time.

In particular, the winning ship girls were all teased and asked to treat everyone to a meal.

As a result, Hue, Glorious, Z23, and Roma all spent money.

Since Little Glory was a child, Glory originally wanted to do it for him, since he had already received a bribe from Little Glory.

However, Xiao Guanghui insisted on doing it herself. Fortunately, she didn't spend her allowance carelessly; she saved it up, and the amount was quite considerable.

Otherwise, Guanghui would really have to cover the cost.

As previously promised, there would be a three-day break after the competition, so everyone had a very relaxing three days.

Ren Shuo was also very happy, after all, quite a few of these race queens were his own marital vessels, right...?

cough cough.

In general, after relaxing, everyone will be able to better focus on the year-end wrap-up work.

Ren Shuo also had a subtle premonition at this moment, that is, he felt that the day he was about to meet her was getting closer and closer.

It's that feeling of being connected by blood.

There was anticipation, but also a sense of loss.

But more than anything, it's the sense of peace and tranquility that comes from deep within.

Perhaps this is what they mean by blood being thicker than water?

The Sirens also mobilized in full force, joining forces with ship girls like Helena and Helena Meta, who possess exceptional search and exploration abilities, to embark on an expedition.

The goal is to find a narrow opening, guard it, and wait for her return.

Of course, the two little shrine maidens, Fusangyama Castle, and Meta's Fusangyama Castle were also dispatched. In addition, ship girls like Yixian and Richelieu, who can sense the gods, should have some news soon.

Because of this incident, the number of ship girls in the port area suddenly decreased by a quarter.

This makes the already piling-up tasks due to the end of the year even busier.

"Seriously, there's so much work! It feels like I'm working overtime every day..."

Yorktown was speechless, staring at the stack of documents in front of it, on the verge of tears.

“You can get companies to help you. Look at me, I’m very good at using people,” Hu De said, appearing quite relaxed.

On the left is Belfast, and on the right is George V. One could say he's the one with the most free time.

"Stop showing off. You know Yorktown people are very hands-on; they don't trust anyone else to do anything," Zhenhai joked.

"No, I still need St. Louis to lend me a few people from her secretariat, like Brooklyn, otherwise I won't have time to prepare Christmas presents this year."

Yorktown patted his cheeks and made his decision.

I haven't finished making my own scarf yet.

"By the way, where's the commander?"

Joan of Arc asked.

"Commander, he's gone out with Illustrious. Little Illustrious gave the reward to Illustrious..." Chekalov said lazily.

After living here for a while, she has come to consider herself a part of the port area. Although she didn't tell Ren Shuoming, it's not hard to tell from his tacit approval of her involvement in the final plan and data collection.

"Anyway, the commander only needs to stamp the document and make the final decision on important matters that we can't decide privately... What important matters are there at the end of the year? They're all trivial matters."

Duke Abruzzi said.

"Phew, so tired, so much work... my shoulders are so sore..." My wife complained, stretching her shoulders.

The people around them looked at them strangely. Are you sure your shoulders are sore because you've been working a lot...?

After chatting for a few more minutes, everyone got back to their daily work.

…………

"I'm so annoyed, I just want to go home, I don't want to work..."

On the vast ocean, the Purifier looked dejected and had no motivation whatsoever.

Her ship equipment has been returned to her body; it is large and magnificent.

But at this moment, she looked like a lazy, malicious person, sprawled out on her own ship's armor plate.

"...Seriously speaking, we only truly returned home when we reached the open sea, right?" The observer sighed, feeling utterly speechless.

"But, there's an old saying in Donghuang: 'Whoever provides milk is your mother,' and 'Home is where the milk is.' So, what's wrong with the port being my home?"

The Purifiers didn't want to get up; they just waved their hands.

The observer looked at him strangely: "Yixian, is there such a saying in your Eastern Empire?"

Yi Xian replied, "Actually, only the first half of the sentence is correct; as for the second half... I've never heard of it either."

"Alright... Stop slacking off and get up now."

The observer jumped directly onto the Purifier's deck, its smooth little feet landing squarely on the Purifier's head.

"This is torture! I protest! Why should I be forced to deploy my ship equipment to carry you all?!"

The Purifier wanted to erupt, but couldn't.

"Because I need to coordinate the mass production to prevent them from disturbing us, and Yixian needs to sense locations. You're just doing nothing. Get up and get to work."

The observer naturally noted that he also took his foot away.

The purifier grumbled and complained, but still obediently got up and started working.

This time, the observer took all of his snacks with him, claiming that he would keep them if he did well, otherwise he would throw them into the sea.

Is this acceptable? This is unacceptable.

However, for the sake of their meager reserves, the Purifiers had no choice but to work diligently.

"Do you have a sense of this area?"

"I asked the observer."

Yi Xian closed her eyes, searching for something, then shook her head: "Nothing."

"I see... Let's move on to the next place."

"Well, I wonder how things are going on their end?"

Yi Xian's gaze drifted into the distance, a hint of worry on her face.

On the other side, in the northern sea area.

"Are you sure you can handle this? Are you reliable or not?"

Jean Bart stood to the side with his arms crossed, looking suspicious and somewhat impatient.

"...Why don't you do it? Can you please stop arguing? I'm really angry right now."

Richelieu, unlike his usual calm demeanor, showed signs of anger on his face.

Moreover, she was in a sorry state, soaked to the bone, which accentuated her perfect curves, but the seaweed and some kind of marine plant on her head made her look like a drowned rat.

Strencus looked left and right, and realized that these were all powerful figures from the marriage ships that he couldn't afford to offend, so he kept quiet.

"What does your anger have to do with me? It's your own fault for not navigating properly, leading us astray and causing us to encounter a giant whale. You got flung into the sea by its tail, and now you're blaming me?"

Jean Bart succinctly explained the cause and effect of Richelieu's predicament.

"Say that again! I never knew you could be so sharp-tongued!" Richelieu snapped. "I thought you'd be more composed after becoming a bride, but what happened?"

"Hmph, what's it to you? Hurry up and do your best." Jean Bart pursed his lips.

"Okay, okay!" Richelieu closed his eyes and continued his work.

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At this moment, Ren Shuo and Guanghui were strolling in the Royal Garden within the port area.

Sunlight filtered through the vine-covered corridor, dappling the marble path with its mottled patterns.

All around were the calls of birds and the chirping of insects.

Although it was already late autumn, the yellowing leaves had a unique charm.

The royal gardens were cleared out today, except for Ren Shuo and Guanghui.

This saddened a 13-year-old Queen for a long time, as there was no way to have afternoon tea.

Although he was very dissatisfied, what could he do when Glorious had date tickets?

"Commander, would you like to sit down and rest for a bit?"

As we strolled into a small pavilion, a place where tea parties are often held, Guanghui casually suggested.

"Hmm, I'm feeling a bit tired, so let's sit down and rest for a bit."

Guanghui pulled Ren Shuo to a seat, holding his hand tightly, and also rested his head on Ren Shuo's shoulder.

With a sigh of relief, Glorious smiled and said, "Commander's shoulders are really broad."

“Otherwise, how can you rely on me?” Ren Shuo said.

"I've walked for so long, I'm really tired, my shoulders are so sore..."

Guanghui said with some distress.

Ren Shuo glanced at Guanghui's abundant fruits, which could be considered the top tier of powerhouses in the port area below Kashino.

No wonder she felt sour.