Azur Lane Under the Stars

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Commander, Commander! Why, why don't you look at Taihou more?!

Why is fate so unfair, always letting Dafeng just miss you?

Yes, that must be it, it's a trial of fate! It's a trial so that the Commander and Taihou can ultimately achieve the best outcome!

Don't worry, Commander, Taihou will definitely pass this trial of fate!

Da Feng sat alone on the edge of the bed, wallowing in self-pity. She would occasionally chuckle foolishly, or sigh, and sometimes she would clench her fists so tightly that veins would bulge on her forehead, looking furious.

What's wrong with her?

Chicheng was completely confused.

Kaga took a sip of sake: "Who knows..."

"Is this crazy woman starting to have wild thoughts again? And then she just sits there daydreaming."

Akagi sneered.

"Sister, don't discourage her. She's had a tough time these past few days..." Kaga said.

"What does it matter to me whether she's miserable or not..." Akagi said after taking a bite of her strawberry daifuku.

"Oh, right, Kaga..."

Akagi suddenly sat up straight and urged Kaga, "Should we go see the Commander tonight?"

“But didn’t Amagi say that we shouldn’t go to see the Commander during this time? Because the Commander needs to spend some time with the wedding ship staff…” Kaga hesitated.

“If you don’t tell me and I don’t tell you, who will know? Do you want to come?” Akagi said.

Kaga's ears twitched: "Ahem... Since my sister has said so..."

The two foxes exchanged a glance, eager to try.

Chapter 648 Gangut, you really have no brains!

The morning sun gradually spread across the entire sea, making the sea, which had been silent all night, sparkle.

The breeze blowing through the port did not bring any sense of comfort; instead, it made life difficult for the ship girls in the maid squad.

Because of autumn, falling leaves, and the wind...

This cleaning is driving me crazy.

So Suffolk and Kent have been wearing masks of pain these past few days.

Because they are responsible for cleaning up outside the venue.

The fallen leaves keep appearing even after you sweep them up; you sweep them up again and they're still there.

Anyway, there's no way to slack off anymore; getting caught would be terrible.

However, compared to the two miserable maids at work, the contestants in today's competition are quite diverse.

Sleeping in late helps maintain a clear mind and plenty of energy.

Others maintain their usual routine, going out for a morning run early in the morning to improve their condition.

Of course, there are also those who give up.

Ren Shuo gradually woke up, but the curtains in his room had been changed and were now completely sealed, preventing any sunlight from filtering in.

It made the whole room pitch black.

Ren Shuo moved his arm, but it was the same old story – he couldn't move because something was pressing down on it. The object was smooth and soft to the touch, like the finest mutton fat jade.

However, this piece of mutton fat jade is genuine soft jade with a warm and fragrant aroma.

Last night, we had an appointment with Shinano and the company, but then two big foxes showed up halfway through.

Fortunately, Ren Shuo's previous wrestling matches with Prince Eugen and Egil were too intense, so the bed collapsed and a new one was replaced.

This bed is twice the size of the original one.

Otherwise, I doubt I'd be able to sleep.

Ren Shuo turned his head and looked at the clock on the bedside table.

His gradually evolved and optimized body allowed him to see the clock clearly even in complete darkness.

Hmm, if I calculate the time, it's roughly equivalent to staying up all night?

Ren Shuo hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should activate a time stop and get a good night's sleep inside, since he still had work to do today.

Just as Ren Shuo was thinking this, the door was quietly opened.

A figure in pure white walked in from outside the door.

The only person who has a key to Ren Shuo's room and can come and go so freely is Belfast, Ren Shuo's head maid.

Belfast's delicate nose twitched slightly as she smelled the pungent, ambiguous scent in the room.

But her expression remained unchanged. She tiptoed to the window, saw that Ren Shuo was already awake, and ignored the four ship girls who were still sleeping beside her. She then directly pulled open the curtains.

Although the sunlight wasn't particularly strong, the sudden change in light and darkness still made Ren Shuo subconsciously squint.

"Wow, it's so bright... What are you doing?!"

Startled awake by the sudden change, Akagi covered her eyes in dissatisfaction and said...

"Master, I see you're awake. Water and toothpaste are ready. You can get up and wash up now."

Belfast completely ignored Akagi's complaints, and instead addressed Ren Shuo with utmost respect.

Just kidding. I'm the master's head maid, not your maid, Akagi. Why should I be responsible for you?

"You really are as punctual as ever, Belfast."

The company reluctantly got up, started dressing, glanced at the clock, and said...

Every morning at seven o'clock sharp, they would come to wake Ren Shuo up.

Kaga also got up and dressed silently.

Only Shinano remained calm and collected... still sleeping soundly.

Akagi got up, the blanket slipping off her and revealing her alluring figure. She looked at Belfast with displeasure and said:

"I'm talking to you."

"I'm sorry, Miss Akagi, but I feel that your schedule is a little more important than my master's."

Belfast smiled and made a small gap between his index finger and thumb.

But Akagi knew perfectly well that this was a mockery of him.

A universe between your fingers, right?

Akagi glared, wanting to lash out, but seeing the commander still nearby, she could only suppress her inner impulse.

"You just wait," Akagi said threateningly.

Belfast didn't care and helped Ren Shuo change clothes and wash up on her own.

…………

After the initial somewhat tedious introduction and explanation of the rules, the contestants were eager to try their skills.

The cheers and shouts from the audience were constant.

"Go for it, boss!"

Montpellier, a girl who usually speaks in a calm and even voice, was waving a flag with a cartoon image of Cleveland on it, her face flushed as she shouted loudly in support.

"Big Sister! Best! Big Sister! Champion!"

Columbia and Denver were also shouting at the top of their lungs over there.

As for Birmingham, that young girl, and Biloxie, who seems the most composed among the Cleveland class, honestly, they don't have the audacity to call them that.

"I feel a little ashamed..."

Cleveland, dressed in a yellow and white riding outfit, scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed.

Although the competition venue and the stands are far apart, in order to create a feeling that the supporters are with the athletes, there are many loudspeakers at the competition venue broadcasting the cheers from the stands in real time.

"Haha, isn't it great to have a sister like this cheering you on?"

Essex walked over carrying a helmet, the color and style of which were similar to her usual Essex-class attire.

“Look at me, I didn’t even cheer anyone on. All my sisters are contestants, so I’m quite envious of you.” Essex pouted.

Cleveland looked over and saw that her sisters were indeed cheerleaders, but Essex... it was a sisterly civil war.

Except for Shangri-La, who was in charge of clerical work this time, all the dumplings are here.

"However, it's a real shame that the senior members of the company couldn't attend."

Essex looked around and sighed.

"Hehe, Essex, you better watch out, I'm really strong! Enterprise isn't coming, but I'm still here!"

Bumblebee swaggered over and patted Essex on the shoulder.

"...Good luck to you too." To be honest, Essex and Cleveland really didn't take the Hornets seriously.

After all, who would bother to pay attention to a contestant who always gets lapped by himself and likes to talk big?

"But I didn't expect that Hu Teng was also a female knight."

Cleveland stroked his chin and looked at Hutten, who was dressed in a black leather jacket. Her motorcycle also had a tough, gritty vibe, with a black and red color scheme and a metallic sheen all over. It looked simply cool.

"Hmph, Hu Teng the cricket, it's obviously just here to make up the numbers. Don't worry, it's nothing to be afraid of."

Cleveland and Essex remained silent. Although they hadn't seen Hutten ride much, they felt... he was not to be underestimated.

On the other side, the Sardinian Empire's dragon riders were a little nervous. They were the only Sardinian representative in the competition, and seeing that everyone around them was an older woman, they couldn't help but feel nervous.

"What's wrong? Are you nervous?"

Gangut and Aurora suddenly appeared out of nowhere, putting their arms around the dragoon's shoulders and comforting him.

"Relax, relax, it's just an internal competition within the port area. Friendship comes first, competition second."

"That's what I say, but I'm still nervous..."

The dragoon swallowed hard and said.

"When you're nervous, you need to relax. Come on, take a deep breath, it's very helpful."

Aurora demonstrates her method of relaxation to the Dragoon.

"Or you can learn from me. Look, I drink a bottle of vodka before a competition, and I feel lightheaded. When I go into the competition, I feel incredibly relaxed, as if I have divine assistance." Gangut started chugging the vodka.

"Yes, yes, drink a bottle of vodka... Wait? What did you say?!"

Aurora nodded in agreement instinctively, then suddenly turned around and stared at Gangut as if she had seen a ghost.

"Vodka, huh? It's really good. Aurora, want a glass too?"

"You're driving under the influence?! Are you out of your mind?" Aurora and the dragon riders were dumbfounded.

"Hmm, even if our ship girls get into a car accident while racing, it shouldn't result in injuries, right?"

Gangut's face was pink, perhaps because he had been drinking alcohol.

“…I think you should abstain.” Aurora said politely.

"No! You're afraid I'll have divine help!" Gangut turned his head away, extremely stubborn.

Aurora could only resort to desperate measures: "Where's the referee! Where is the referee?"

"You're here? What's up... Ugh! Why do I smell alcohol over here?!"

The final arbiter was Baltimore.

Earlier, because she was wearing clothes that exposed a large portion of her lower abdomen and upper chest, she had been relentlessly teased by her own friends. She had just recovered from the shock when she was called over.

She was also carrying a large flag on her shoulder.

"I'm reporting this. This girl drank before going on stage. Let's disqualify her immediately."