Azur Lane Under the Stars

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"That's so exaggerated." Ren Shuo felt that the solemn and dignified image of the United Nations had collapsed in his mind.

"So, I really can't do this kind of thing, but since I'm the flagship, I have to attend. So I just say a few words at the beginning and stay silent the rest of the time."

"So, who from your royal family will speak?"

Ren Shuo looked puzzled. Among the royal ladies and those in charge, who else is known for their sharp tongue and arguing skills? No one, right?

“Belfa, she’s always so calm and collected, but her words are like knives. She could take on several people by herself,” Hood said.

Having a Belfast at home is like having a treasure!

"Ugh, I don't want to talk about it anymore. Talking about it gives me a headache. Commander, I'm tired. Let's rest." Hu Dezhen gently nudged Ren Shuo with his head. Reading really is tiring.

Ren Shuo nodded, as he was feeling a bit sleepy.

"Okay, I'm going to rest... Move over for a moment, the lights were just turned off, I can't see clearly."

"Commander, you... Ouch, you're pressing on my hair." Hood cried out in pain.

Ren Shuo apologized: "I'm sorry, could you get up for a moment and let me cover myself with the blanket?"

Although the night was slightly chilly, the room was incredibly cozy.

Chapter 631 Port Area, Ship Girls, and Some Things

In the days that followed, Ren Shuo could clearly feel that everyone in the port area was working even busier.

Even Suffolk, who usually enjoys slacking off, was forced to take up his post and appeared quite busy.

It is said that this was to welcome the return of his mother.

Ren Shuo was also somewhat excited and expectant, after all, he had never experienced maternal love.

What? You mean the Emperor? Please, that's a wife, not motherly love. (Serious face)

However, this respite was short-lived. New news arrived from the Sirens and Shinano: there was no need to rush; they still wouldn't wake up by the end of the year, and even their location could only be roughly determined. Therefore…

People in the port area are gradually making slacking off a regular occurrence again.

The most obvious sign was that Suffolk had started looking at the clouds in the sky again while doing things.

"Commander, come on, come play with us!"

Ren Shuo strolled on the beach. He hadn't had much work these past few days, so he had a lot more leisure time.

Ren Shuo looked over and saw Saratoga, barefoot, waving happily at him.

He walked over and looked at the little ones who were digging in the sand to build sandcastles or collecting seashells, and couldn't help but smile: "What? Don't you have school today?"

"Hehehe, Commander, classes have been suspended lately, so the older sisters know we're out having fun!"

Saratoga, fearing the commander would think they had sneaked out to play, quickly clarified.

"I understand, you were all allowed to come out... So, what are you doing in this cold weather?"

It was already late autumn, and Ren Shuo had put on a coat and long sleeves, but the little ones were all wearing short sleeves, skirts, or shorts, and were playing barefoot in the sea.

She doesn't care at all even though she's soaking wet; that's only possible for a ship girl. If it were an ordinary child, they would have caught a cold long ago.

"Hehehe, Commander, you wouldn't understand, we call this 'harvesting the autumn harvest'!"

"No, this isn't how you do the autumn harvest... Never mind, I won't go into the water. My old arms and legs aren't as strong as yours young people's," Ren Shuo said earnestly.

Saratoga curled her lip: "Commander, that's lame."

Then her eyes darted around, as if she had some mischievous idea in mind.

Ren Shuo said very skillfully, "You'd better keep any bad ideas to yourself, otherwise if I get soaked, your sister will definitely teach you a lesson."

Saratoga pouted, "Commander, why do you tattle like a child? How lame!"

Ren Shuo said smugly, "Why wouldn't I sue if I could? It's the fastest and most effective way to resolve things."

If you complain, it means the parents and teachers have to put in a lot of effort; if you don't complain, it means you have to put in a lot of effort yourself, and you might end up with nothing.

"Ugh, Commander's such a loser! Never mind you, I'm going to play."

Saratoga ran off, carrying her little bucket of seashells.

Ren Shuo smiled and continued walking on the beach. Before he knew it, he came to a rocky beach. He turned a corner and found a secluded spot on a wide, flat sandy area.

On the sand, a small platform had been erected early on, complete with a sunshade, hammock, windbreak, and even a simple engine.

This is Jean Bart and the Vicious's secret base.

"Oh, Commander? What a rare guest."

At this moment, the vicious man was wearing his white casual clothes, with a large pair of headphones hanging around his neck. He held a controller in one hand and a bottle of soda in the other. When he saw Ren Shuo coming, he lazily raised his glass in a gesture of greeting.

Jean Bart also stopped what he was doing with the controller and glanced back at Ren Shuo.

Why are you here?

“I just happened to be passing by, so I thought I’d stop by… Also, what are you doing here, Long Island? Can ghosts see the sun now?” Ren Shuo joked.

Long Island lay comfortably in the soft, large sofa, looking completely at ease: "This is a natural typhoon shelter, and there are also parasols to keep Miss Lin well from the sun."

"Did you buy any new games this time?"

Ren Shuo changed his shoes, walked over to them, and picked up two open CDs.

Yes, Battlefield 10086 and Spider-Man: I'm Back.

What a load of nonsense!

"Is this game even fun?"

Ren Shuo looked suspicious. As the saying goes, classic games rarely last more than three generations. After three generations, they will more or less start to decline.

This 10086 has even come out... How can it be fun?

"Commander, you can try it yourself." Long Island handed over a controller with a mischievous grin.

Ren Shuo took it and wanted to start operating it. After all, he had played Battlefield before.

“Oh, right, Commander…” Long Island suddenly said excitedly, “It’s a deal, isn’t it? If you die once, you’ll have to do it with Jean Bart once.”

Long Island thought of that silly picture circulating online: an older woman holding a Sekiro DVD, saying to the little guy, "If you die once, you have to come back with me!"

The next picture is of a emaciated, seemingly dead young man.

Long Island just found it funny and made a joke about it.

However, she clearly overlooked one thing: Ren Shuo had a good temper and would laugh it off, but Jean Bart's temper was not so peaceful.

She threw down the controller, grabbed Long Island's head with a sinister grin, and said, "If you want to die, just say so. How dare you make fun of me?"

Long Island cried out in pain, "Sister, I was wrong."

After begging for mercy for a long time, Jean Bart finally released Long Island with a hum. Long Island muttered, "Seriously, I know you're worried about the Commander, but you don't have to be like this... You're such a protective husband."

Jean Bart's face twitched, and he didn't say anything, but for some reason, there was a hint of guilt in his eyes.

Ren Shuo smiled knowingly. "Well, because of this matter... in the end, it wasn't me who was punished, but me who went back in time to understand?"

In the end, no one else knows, but Jean Bart's major breach in the canal is definitely going to happen.

So Jeanbart wasn't protecting me, he was protecting himself.

"I'll give it a try..."

After the little incident, it was time for some fun games.

"Commander! Eat that! Eat that!"

"Commander! Blood packs! And painkillers!"

"Commander, didn't you see the enemy right under your feet?!"

"Commander, this is a trap! Don't fall for it! Ah! Commander, you're dead again."

"Commander, your human outline is really amazing, is it some kind of merciful marksmanship?"

After Ren Shuo died again, he expressionlessly tossed aside his controller, then grabbed Changdao's face and said, "Isn't it this mouth that's been chattering on and on while I'm playing games?"

Long Island winced in pain, patting Ren Shuo's hand and begging for forgiveness: "Commander, I was wrong, Commander!"

Ren Shuo then let go of Changdao's hand and said irritably, "What kind of game is this? Is this Battlefield? Anyone who doesn't know better would think it's PUBG."

"That's how this version of the game is, just play it for fun."

"I can't play this game. What kind of weird and wonderful things are these?"

Ren Shuo was helpless. In this online game, he just saw someone flying and even piloting a Gundam. It was like gods were flying everywhere.

"With so many cheaters, can you really keep playing?"

Ren Shuo expressed his doubts.

Long Island took the controller back and started operating it, explaining as he went.

"It's mainly because of our ship girls. Their reaction speed and observation skills are just too amazing, so they have been dominating the top of various game rankings for years, even in the top 100... Commander should know that, right?"

Ren Shuo nodded: "I've heard about it. Didn't they eventually force all the game companies to create an extra list? There was one list for ship girls and another list for other ordinary players?"

"So, the reason we play this game is because there are so many cheaters and hackers, they can treat us like ordinary players."

"And... Jean Bart! Give the commander a job!"

Long Island waved his hand and said.

A Gundam appeared in the distance, and Jean Bart immediately started charging at it, using excellent positioning and perfect timing to slowly whittle down the cheating player until he was killed.

Long Island said earnestly, "Commander, let me tell you, for us ship girls, as long as you don't have invincibility or a Thanos-type cheat, we'll dismantle even a Gundam for you."

"You guys are amazing..." Ren Shuo sincerely admired them.

What defines a pro gamer? This is a pro gamer.

They turned tank driving into a high-speed thriller.

Ren Shuo walked over to the vicious one: "What are you playing at now?"

"Hmm, has Commander played 'Kantai Collection: Fall Flat'?" the malicious man said.

"No, I have played Human: Fall Flat, but I kept playing it because it easily raises my blood pressure."

Ren Shuo shook his head.

"Then this game isn't suitable for commanders either, it'll easily raise the blood pressure of the ship girls," he said maliciously.

"Then why are you still playing?" Ren Shuo was shocked. Could it be that this vicious girl had some kind of special fetish?

"Because I'm playing the player who sends blood pressure soaring." The wicked man revealed a vicious smile.

As long as I can raise someone's blood pressure to a fever pitch, I'll be the one who's happy, and the one suffering will be the other side.

"...You really are unique." Ren Shuo's lips twitched.

"It's alright, it's alright." The wicked man said this with a sly smile, and then began to torture both his opponents and his teammates.

Ren Shuo silently mourned for his vicious teammates and opponents before preparing to leave.

I just decided to come and visit on a whim, so I'll just sit for a bit and then leave.

However, before leaving, Jean Bart said without any politeness, "Commander, I'm running low on snacks and drinks. Could you bring some over later?"

Why don't you do it yourself?

“It’s too much trouble to do it myself. It’s better for you to do it, Commander.” Jean Bart said matter-of-factly.

“I’ve noticed that you’ve been spending too much time with Long Island and that vile person. Have you been infected too? You know, you become like those you associate with, Jean Bart,” Ren Shuo said.

"Just tell me if you're going to deliver it or not?" Jean Bart said, sounding impatient.

Ren Shuo chuckled: "Alright, I'll have Ming Shi deliver it later. I'll pay for it, you don't need to pay. Don't get ripped off by Ming Shi."

"Okay," Jean Bart mumbled, a Pocky stick dangling from his mouth.

Ren Shuo then visited many clubs and interest groups, and everyone welcomed his arrival.

Originally, Ren Shuo was planning to go have tea with Guanghui after finishing his business, but when he arrived at the entrance of a newly opened interest club, he became interested.

"A painting club? When did it open?"