Azur Lane Under the Stars

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Upon arriving at the Maritime Bureau, after stating my name and purpose, I was led by a ship girl to the office of Brest and the others.

They weren't high-ranking officials, but they were some of the aces in the strike team.

Looking at the simply furnished but slightly cozy office, Ren Shuo couldn't help but remark, "I thought you were leaders from the Maritime Safety Administration or something."

“Yeah, after all, he’s that strong.” Binjiang immediately perked up. “You think so too, right, Brother Ren Shuo? Let me tell you, I just don’t understand. There aren’t many people in the Maritime Bureau who can beat me, so why can’t I be the boss?”

"Look at your silly face, and you'll know why," Brest said with a look of disgust.

"Fine, I can't beat you, you're right..." Binjiang pouted.

"So, is there an answer to that question?" Brest asked impatiently.

"Yes, or you could say no," Ren Shuo said.

Brest frowned: "What do you mean?"

"The literal meaning..." Ren Shuo didn't keep him in suspense any longer, but explained, "Parallel worlds, you know?"

“I know.” Brest nodded slightly. “After all, there are so many travelers from other worlds, we know a little about it.”

"Your world is one of the derived worlds, so it doesn't seem stable, which is why it feels so fragmented."

Ren Shuo said.

Brest and Binjiang exchanged a surprised glance. Soon, Brest realized what was happening and frowned his beautiful eyebrows.

"So... there's no way to solve this problem?"

Ren Shuo spread his hands: "The friend I asked said that she had seen the demise of many worlds. Your world is similar. To give an example, if your world were a person, then you would be born with a weak heart and could die from a heart attack at any time."

Upon hearing Ren Shuo's cruel truth, Brest slumped into his chair: "I never imagined it was for this reason..."

"Does that mean there's no hope?"

Binjiang casually remarked as he ate a tea cake.

"Aren't you worried at all? The world is going to end!" Brest once again redefined his perception of Binjiang's carefree nature.

"What's the use of being anxious? You might as well enjoy every day." Binjiang rolled her eyes and laughed.

"Miss Binjiang is indeed very free-spirited," Frederick the Great chuckled.

"Forget it, these things are beyond our control anyway, whatever."

Brest, whether frightened or infected by Binjiang, also wanted to start a business.

"Why are you setting up a stall?" Binjiang asked in surprise. "This isn't like you."

"What else can I do? I can't solve it. In fact, I was so worried about this that I felt like I was going to lose my hair, but I still couldn't find a solution."

“Sometimes I really envy you, so carefree…” Brest said.

Binjiang shrugged indifferently.

However, Zhenhai and Frederick the Great could understand Brest and Binjiang's idea. Apart from a very few ship girls who took the world as their responsibility, the other ship girls all had this kind of Buddhist mentality.

If you can enjoy each day, then enjoy it.

Then there are the ship girls who have commanders. Their worry is that it doesn't matter if they die, but they can't let their commanders get into trouble.

"We apologize for our lapse in composure and for making you laugh, but thank you for your explanation." Brest took a deep breath. "Please enjoy your trip while you're at it..."

For Ren Shuo and the others, it really was just a trip; they knew they could go back, so they weren't worried at all.

"Would you like me to be your guide for the next few days?" Binjiang volunteered.

"Is that okay?" Ren Shuo was a little surprised. He was just thinking about how to get to know each other better, and now they've delivered it to his door?

"Commander Ren Shuo, don't be fooled by this guy. He just wants to fight someone, and he's probably set his sights on one of your ship girls as his opponent..."

Brest said.

"Don't say that. It's a friendly sparring match. You keep talking about fighting, fighting. It's not elegant at all," Binjiang said casually.

"It's alright, it's alright. We also have people in our port area who enjoy sparring. It just so happens that Miss Binjiang is in the mood for it, so let's go." Ren Shuo said cheerfully.

Since that's what they said, Brest didn't object.

After agreeing on a time to meet again, Ren Shuo and the others took their leave.

Walking along the bustling street, Frederick the Great suddenly said, "I thought the commander would come to salvage the ship under some pretext of the end of the world."

"Or perhaps, your presence in this world will hasten its destruction?" Zhenhai tilted his head.

"Am I the kind of person who takes advantage of others in their time of need?" Ren Shuo asked irritably.

“I know you’re not,” Zhenhai laughed. “But it’s good this way, so people won’t think we’re taking advantage of your vulnerability, which would leave a bad impression.”

"Would you like to go there for a stroll?"

"It's the shopping street, I haven't bought clothes in ages."

"Okay, I'll do as you say."

…………

Inside the house, Lexington returned with Saratoga.

Saratoga did indeed try to cause trouble during his shift, but Lexington and the corporation joined forces to suppress him. Otherwise, several children would probably have been persuaded by Saratoga to run off and play.

In the original world, they could cause as much trouble as they wanted, but this world is full of lunatics. If they start causing trouble, it will only escalate, and the port's plan to quietly make a fortune will be impossible to implement.

Saratoga saw Ren Shuo collapse onto the sofa as soon as he got home and didn't move an inch, so she poked him curiously.

"Commander, what's wrong? Are you tired? Would you like the great Sarah to give you a healing spell?"

"Saratoga, don't disturb the Commander. He's already very tired."

Lexington grabbed Saratoga by the collar with annoyance and tossed her aside casually.

Then, Yi Bei placed the tea in front of Ren Shuo: "Commander, have some water. What's wrong? You look so tired."

Ren Shuo glanced at the glass of water and mumbled, "I want to drink juice..."

"Alright, alright, I'll make you some juice," Lexington said with a doting smile.

“Sister, I want some too, I want orange juice,” Saratoga said.

Lexington's eyes widened immediately: "Go get it yourself!"

Saratoga pursed her lips, looking aggrieved. "Sister, you've changed. You actually yelled at me?"

I didn't want to say this, but...

Saratoga looked at Lexington, who was fawning over Ren Shuo, with disdain: "Sister, you really look like a simp."

Ren Shuo, who was about to drink his juice, froze. He silently moved over and over again.

Yes, I can feel Frederick the Great's broad-mindedness; it makes me feel very safe.

Lexington stood up expressionlessly and then pressed Saratoga onto his knees... with her buttocks facing up.

"Sister, sister! I was wrong! I'm sorry! I didn't think before I spoke! Please forgive me!"

Sarah realized what she had said as soon as she finished, and her face changed drastically, looking as if it were the end of the world.

“If apologies were enough, what would we need the police for? And Saratoga the cricket, how dare you talk to your older sister like that? Looks like we haven’t been strict enough…”

Lexington said with a slightly crooked smile.

The next second, a hand swung down forcefully, followed by a crisp "pia" sound.

The tempo gradually quickened, and the performance became increasingly passionate. Once it started, they went all out, lost themselves in the moment, and went all out!

What a sight... cough cough, anyway, when Saratoga was put back on the sofa by Lexington, who looked completely satisfied, it was as if Saratoga had just had buttock augmentation surgery.

His entire being was barely breathing, and his fate was unknown.

"Commander, why are you so tired..."

Lexington, the instigator of all this, smiled and tidied his slightly messy hair from "drumming," then casually flicked his hand.

Ouch, Saratoga's butt is so rough to the touch.

"Yeah, shopping...and then with Frederick the Great and Zhenhai..."

Ren Shuo glanced at Saratoga cryptically before explaining.

"Shopping...it's just shopping, and it's only been an afternoon, how come you're so tired?" Lexington said, somewhat puzzled.

“Indeed, Commander. I remember you and the little ones played hide-and-seek in the mountains all day without ever complaining of being tired.” Zhenhai wholeheartedly agreed.

"What do you think! Shopping with women is torture!" Ren Shuo protested.

Even if every woman you go shopping with is incredibly beautiful, it's still torture. You wouldn't believe it, but for a man, the happiest moment is when his feet ache from shopping and there's a sofa or chair in the store!

What? You mean when you say "when you go home"? Seriously? You expect a woman to go home voluntarily after shopping? Isn't it always the man who can't stand it anymore, or the kids who call and ask her to come home to cook?

The only disagreement between Ren Shuo and the ship girls might be about going shopping.

Ren Shuo is happy to accompany his wife when it comes to simple things like buying clothes.

But this stroll lasted an entire afternoon?

No need, really.

They'll really be drained dry.

Aside from the one time he was tricked by the Observer's drug, Ren Shuo only experienced being completely drained at night once. The other time he experienced it was when he spent the whole day shopping with his wife.

This shows just how terrifying it is.

"Never mind then, Commander, please don't accompany us next time," Zhenhai said regretfully.

Ren Shuo was a little scared: "If it were just about buying things, that wouldn't be a problem... but the problem is, honestly, did you two buy anything that afternoon?"

Shopping isn't the most agonizing thing; the most agonizing thing is just looking without buying anything. Ren Shuo always felt like he was missing out because an entire afternoon was wasted.

Frederick the Great and Zhenhai: "...Eh?"

Chapter 577 Strencus's Reverie

"Little Jiajia, you got beaten up again?"

The house was very lively at night because all the little ones had returned.

"Who got hit! Don't slander someone out of thin air!"

Saratoga's eyes widened.

"Then what are you doing lying here? Performance art?"

Sukup chuckled mischievously and poked Saratoga's butt, causing Saratoga excruciating pain that made her grimace.

"Don't move!" Saratoga snapped.

Damn it, I'm like a tiger fallen into the plains now. You guys just wait and see. Once I recover, every single one of you will be "exiled to the frontier"!

"Alright, stop teasing her, come and eat."

Ren Shuo called out.

"Okay! Got it!"

A group of young kids and the submarine-destroying traitors took their seats and began to enjoy their meal.

"Commander, Commander, when are you going back? That old woman Akagi said that if you don't go back soon, she's going to throw all my things away."

Little Akagi took the spoon and started complaining.

Ren Shuo chuckled: "If Chi Cheng knew you called her an old woman, she would definitely teach you a lesson."

Little Akagi said smugly, "Hmph, I'm not afraid, I have Sister Amagi protecting me."

"If you're going back, go back tomorrow. By the way, why would I throw your things away if I don't go back?"

Ren Shuo was curious.

"Because she wanted me to pass on a message to you, Commander, but I refused, and then she said something like, 'Throw things at me'... Is she a child? How could she threaten me with something like that!" Little Akagi said angrily.

Ren Shuo thought to himself, "That's precisely why I'm threatening you with this—because you're a child..."