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"Commander is so lame, you can't even do this~" Yuudachi stood to the side with her hands on her hips, looking smug... though it was unclear what she was so smug about.
Ren Shuo was furious and immediately picked up Yuudachi and began to rub his face as punishment: "Rua!"
"Commander, it itches! Stop! Rubbing!" Yuudachi tried to struggle.
After basking in the glow of Yuudachi, Ren Shuo began to secretly study the steps for setting up a tent.
Xiao Ming shook his head and went to instruct Fletcher.
"First like this... then like this, and finally like this, see, isn't that enough?"
Xiao Ming first demonstrated to Fletcher, and in just three minutes, he had quickly set up a tent that could sleep three people.
"So? Did you learn it?" Xiaoming looked at him with an expression that said it was very simple.
But Fletcher was almost in tears: "Can we do it again? I... I still don't know how..."
"It's really difficult, there's nothing I can do... I'll demonstrate it again slowly, first like this, then like this, and finally like this... Okay, did you get it?"
Xiao Ming thoughtfully slowed down his time by one minute.
Fletcher still didn't understand, and kept babbling incoherently.
"Well... Xiaoming isn't suited to teaching people..."
While helping Raffi and Benson set up their tent, New Orleans watched Fletcher being tormented by Xiaoming's teaching and had a look of both amusement and exasperation on his face.
At least other people's teaching and learning involves their eyes understanding, their brains remembering, and their hands saying "you're talking nonsense." But Xiaoming's teaching involves his eyes not understanding, his brain just babbling, and his hands starting to slack off.
“New Orleans sister, hand me the hammer,” Benson said.
"Okay, here you go."
Similar scenes occur in many other places, and they are all very harmonious. Of course, there are also a very few places where things are not so harmonious.
"That's not right of you!" Sims looked at Harman with great displeasure. "You're just making things worse."
"What did you say! Harman caused trouble! I followed the instructions exactly!" Harman exploded.
"Is it possible that you... picked up the wrong instruction manual? This isn't our model tent."
Sims held up his finger and said.
Harman was taken aback, picked up the instruction manual again to look at it, and then looked at his tent: "Huh!? What's going on?!"
Sims was very smug: "Heh heh heh, didn't I tell you?"
"Wait a minute!" Harman noticed something. "You gave me this instruction manual!"
Sims remained defiant: "Who told you not to watch it yourself! Hehehe~"
"You little rascal!" Hammanman ground her little tiger teeth, her face turning red with anger, looking like she was ready to bite you at the slightest provocation.
"Hmph hmph hmph." Sims was smug, and seeing Hammanman wanting to bite but unable to, he felt truly pleased.
Yorktown chimed in, "Alright, alright, stop fooling around and get this done quickly."
Yorktown is here and managed to keep the two children in line, but over there, Zuikaku is already playing with Ray and Den.
Shoukaku was patiently assisting and guiding Akatsuki and Hibiki in setting up the tent when he heard his silly little sister's energetic voice.
"Look, Sister Xianghe!"
Shoukaku turned around and froze.
This tent, which should have been a triangle, has been turned into a rectangular prism shaped like a wardrobe by three idiots... and it's standing upright.
Yes, it's possible for three people to go in, but they'll have to sleep standing up.
"You guys... stop messing around and hurry up and set up the tent, otherwise you'll have to keep working hard while everyone else is having fun," Shoukaku said helplessly.
"Okay, let's try again!" Zuikaku looked at Raiden and the other two children with great enthusiasm.
"Oh!"
Shoukaku was only halfway done when Zuikaku arrived.
When Zuikaku invited them to see their work, Shoukaku had a bad feeling. No, this was the first time both he and Zuikaku had ever done this. Why was Zuikaku's work already finished, and even after starting over, while his was only half done?
Upon seeing the actual object, Shoukaku silently covered his face.
"...How did you manage to shape this tent into a ball?"
Zuikaku chuckled sheepishly, scratching the back of his head, and said, "It just happened out of nowhere."
"Please, please go find an instruction manual and take a look, okay?" Shoukaku looked at Zuikaku as if he were an idiot.
"No way! This blind-fitting is the romance of handicrafts!" Ruihe refused righteously.
"Hmm?" Shoukaku smiled gently.
Ruihe shrank back. Every time her older sister gave her that extremely gentle smile, she knew she would probably get a beating if she didn't do what her sister said.
So Zuikaku could only nod: "Oh, okay... Rai, go get an instruction manual."
"He's such a worry... He's such a grown man." Shoukaku shook his head helplessly, then resumed his work.
Zuikaku's tent only accommodates three people, so it will be a little faster. Shoukaku's tent is a large one, which is for Akatsuki, Hibiki, and the Mutsuki-class kids, so it takes a lot of time.
But hard work pays off, and the tent was finally set up. Shoukaku looked at Akatsuki and Hibiki, who were looking on with anticipation, and smiled gently: "Alright, everything's set up here. Call your sleeping bags and the Mutsuki-class little guys over, and go play."
"Oh! Long live Shoukaku-neechan!" Akatsuki and Hibiki cheered, and then disappeared without a trace.
"I wonder how Zuikaku is doing..." Shoukaku muttered to himself.
After seeing Zuikaku and the others' final masterpiece, Shoukaku was truly dumbfounded.
"Mmm, it looks really good..."
"It's still shaped like a pyramid...this one has a lot of depth too..."
"And it's habitable..."
Finally, Shoukaku couldn't hold back any longer. He pointed his slender white fingers at the extra tent frames and said, "But can you tell me why there are so many extra things?"
"Yeah, that's strange. We followed the instructions exactly..."
Ruihe was completely baffled.
Lightning chimed in, "Yeah, that's weird."
"Strange?" Shoukaku sneered, holding the instruction manual they were referring to. "I think you're the ones who are brainless. The manual you're holding isn't even for this tent... Where did you get it from?"
"Ray, where did you get this?" Ruihe asked.
Lei said, "I just grabbed it from that pile of instruction manuals."
"You took the wrong one... Never mind, I'm not counting on you guys anymore. I'll go get it for you... I'll be right here and watch you finish this properly!" Shoukaku glared at the three idiots.
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Ren Shuo looked very serious, and as he looked at the instruction manual in front of him, he couldn't help but touch his chin.
Oh no, I don't understand it, what should I do? I boasted that I could handle it... If I ask Xiaoming, will he laugh at me?
At this point, it is necessary to...
"Bebel Almond!" Ren Shuo shouted.
Belfast appeared silently beside Ren Shuo, then asked with a hint of helplessness, "Master, what strange nickname have you given me this time?"
"Belfa, can you understand this?"
Belfast smiled confidently: "Don't worry, as a maid... mastering tent-setting skills is one of the essential courses for maids."
"Really?" Ren Shuo looked incredulously at the distance.
Belfast followed Ren Shuo's gaze and saw Kent, the embarrassing maid who was frantically trying to finish the half-finished tent, which collapsed once again and had to be started all over again.
"...This is a trainee maid, it doesn't count," Belfast said decisively, secretly deciding to give this embarrassing thing a public lesson later.
“But Kent really is a maid…” Ren Shuo said.
“...she’s an apprentice maid,” Belfast repeated.
"No, no, I remember..."
“Apprentice maid!” Belfast emphasized again.
Ren Shuo shrank his neck: "Yes, apprentice maid."
Belfast sighed, then said to Ren Shuo, "Alright, I'll take care of things here. Master, you can go do what you want to do..."
Ren Shuo was secretly pleased, but still hesitated: "Isn't it a bit inappropriate to entrust everything to you?"
“This is the happiness of being a maid and wife, arranging a comfortable place for your master and darling.” Belfast winked.
"Then... I'll leave it to you. Love you, Belfast."
Chapter 483 Jiajia and the Shark's Inexplicable Bond
After a morning of hard work, all the tents were finally set up.
Of course, there was also a pair of mischievous kids who got hung up on a coconut tree.
Big Bluefin Tuna and Abercrombie made it into the names of these two mischievous kids.
Anyway, the summer camp lasted a long time, so no one was in a rush to start having fun... except for the little ones.
The little ones had already changed into their swimsuits and rushed into the sea.
Meanwhile, some of the larger ship girls were in twos and threes. Some were sitting on the rocks chatting casually, while others were lying comfortably on beach chairs on the beach, with parasols set up for them.
The Prince of Wales would ask anyone he met if they needed sunscreen.
This made King George V feel extremely embarrassed.
But the most serious one at this moment is actually Saratoga.
Saratoga looked at the Lafite in front of him and said seriously, "Lafite! Where's my cargo?"
Lafite looked bewildered: "Why are you talking about goods?"
“Don’t you think this creates a great atmosphere? That rendezvous feeling?” Saratoga, her previous seriousness vanishing, became smug. “How about we come up with a secret code or something…”
"No, it's too much trouble." Raffi gave her a disgusted look, then yawned. "Here you go... I'm going to sleep."
"Wait, wait, Laffey! Think of a code word for the rendezvous!" Saratoga quickly stopped Laffey.
Without a second thought, Lafite exclaimed, "Heavenly King covers the Earth Tiger..."
Saratoga's eyes lit up. Wasn't this the movie? She replied enthusiastically, "The Pagoda Subdues the River Monster!"
"No, it's 1.5 meters tall..." Raffi left behind these words and ran off like a little rabbit.
Saratoga froze on the spot, then, furious, threw what he was holding to the ground and yelled, "La! Fie!"
After catching his breath, Saratoga picked up the things from the ground again.
You throw it with great style, but you bend down to pick it up with great clumsiness.
Saratoga exhaled, then seemed to have cast everything aside, staring intently at the long handle in his hand, as if he held the future in his grasp.
"With this amazing tool, I'm sure I'll return victorious from my shark hunt! Laffey! Thanks to you!"
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On the beach, javelins moved back and forth, seemingly dazed and uneasy, looking around as if searching for something.
"Javelin? Are you looking for the commander? The commander is over by the coconut tree."
Seeing Javelin's performance, Z23, sitting on the mat and wearing a conservative black swimsuit, said.
Javelin sat down next to Z23, looking somewhat dejected, and said, "I'm not looking for the Commander... I'm looking for my Javelin, it's gone."
Z23 suddenly realized: "Is that the high-carbon steel merchandise you bought with Long Island at the comic convention last time? The ridiculously expensive one? And you even blessed it? The one you used to spearfish all the time?"
Javelin nodded: "Yes, I was planning to put it away when I came here to play... but I don't know who took it."
Z23 looked down and flipped through the book: "What's so strange about that? Saratoga, Akagi, and Deutschland, you can just ask around and you'll know. Isn't this just for spearing fish? They probably took it to play with."
But Javelin was getting anxious: "After all, it wasn't specifically designed for this kind of thing. I've used it for a long time, and it's already a bit broken. I was thinking of putting it in a glass case as a collectible, otherwise it will break."
Z23 thought for a moment and decided it was fine: "It's okay, even if it's broken, you can still keep it. Besides, they're only using it for spearing fish, so they shouldn't break it, right?"