D. Yamato finished her rice bowl beautifully, and her heart became more determined to get the Admiral, and she threw the sea bowl to the side and climbed up from the water directly to the edge of the repair pool. Shaking off his wet hair, D. Yamato sat down on the edge of the pool, licked his lips, and re-picked up the sea bowl that had been set aside, and licked it again.

Shinano on the side looked at her "sister" acting like a child, she put the last few fried shrimp on her plate into the bowl of the dean of the deep sea with her mouth open, and then put down her chopsticks and picked up the towel at hand and draped it on the other party's back: "Sister Yamato, can you be a little ashamed, fortunately, the admiral is in confinement, if the admiral can move around freely, won't he be ashamed to death if he is seen?"

"If you see it, you see it!" D. Yamato threw two fried shrimp into her mouth, and then she picked up the last shrimp and scraped the soy sauce at the bottom of the bowl and stuffed it into Shinano's mouth, who was still trying to persuade herself, "Anyway, I'll rely on the Admiral, I'm his deep sea, and it doesn't matter if I see it." ”

"Hmm~" was caught off guard and stuffed with a mouthful of shrimp, Shinano finally swallowed it and choked and coughed a few times, before reluctantly retracting into the repair solution, "Sister Yamato, is it true that the deep sea is like this? This is too bold, isn't it? At least it must be ......" Shinano thought for a moment and looked down at his hands clasped in front of his chest before whispering, "At least the Ring of Oath is also required, right?"

"What's the use of that, why don't you add me a snack every day?" D. Yamato put the towel on his back and stood up and shook his hair, then wiped his armpits with the towel and pulled Shinano's hair back with his toes, and urged her sister, who was still in the pool, "Hey, get up! ”

"Sister Yamato, please go by yourself, okay?" A very obedient Shinano didn't get up this time, but still shrunk in the pool, and even covered his hair and swam into the distance, "Tianhe hasn't come back yet, I can't go out in wet clothes, right?"

D. Yamato nodded understandingly, but then still knelt by the pool and scooped up Shinano with his hand, and said, "Then go back wrapped in a bath towel!"

"No, that's rude. I'm going to die laughing at my sisters!"

After a few more words of persuasion, D. Yamato saw that Shinano had been hidden in the water as she said, so he had no choice but to walk to the dormitory building alone. Squatting at home all year round, even if he goes out, he is alone, D.Yamato suddenly feels a little unaccustomed to walking alone in the shade of a tree at this time.

Although he has taken refuge in the Admiral, the Dean of the Deep Sea still doesn't like the big sun very much. In the past, whenever she went out, whenever she encountered such annoying weather, Shinano would stand behind her with an umbrella and help her fan the wind from time to time, so that she didn't feel much about how difficult outdoor activities were other than going to the port and going back to the dormitory, but now D.Yamato, who has been spoiled by his sister, even feels a little unbearable to be exposed to the sun on the way back to the dormitory.

"Next time, if Shinano isn't here, I'll have to ask the transport-chan to get me an umbrella. D. Yamato, who had trotted into the dormitory building, muttered his hands like a chicken in soup and walked towards the end of the first floor as if no one was around.

Tirpitz's room used to be next to the activity room, but since D. Yamato provided her with the errand runner transport ship sauce, the north house, who had never been to the activity room for dinner, moved the room to the ground floor without going up and down the stairs.

D. Yamato, who had reached the door of Tirpitz's room, pushed the door open, and watched the messy room expertly walk through the garbage bags and pants all over the floor, and occasionally bend down to pick up the sketchbooks that were mixed with the garbage.

She walked slowly to the master bedroom, only to find that it was noon, and Tirbitz was still wrapped in a set of orange pajamas like a hooded cape, lying flat on the carpet, her eyes closed and drooling.

"Tirpitz, wake up, get up and get to work!" said D. Yamato, raising his foot and pushing Tirbitz who was lying on the stall, but Tirpitz still had his eyes closed as if he had fallen asleep, and rolled outwards by inertia with the movements of the dean of the depths.

Lifted by the dean of the deep sea several times in a row, Tirpitz didn't rub his eyes and raise his head in a daze until he rolled onto the cold plank, "Huh?" she glanced at the dean of the aquasphere who was standing in front of her with her arms crossed, then sat up and yawned while reaching into her clothes with her backhand, scratching her back, and asking, "Are you here to deliver dinner today?"

"It's noon! get up and get to work!" D. Yamato said, walking up and bending down to pull Tirbitz's clothes to drag her up, she strained her hand and said, "I'll lend you a comic book for a day, how long has it been now?"

"Oh, it's a hassle to draw comics, and those things are someone else's plot......" Tirpitz said as she fell out of her dressing gown, as if she was wearing a large white T-shirt with a strange manifesto, and she fell back on the floor and picked up her unfinished lunch snack while rubbing it, and explained frankly and shamelessly, "I can't lift my energy without my sister." ”

"Are you Shinano?" said D. Yamato, kicking Tirpitz a few more times, seeing that the other party was still rolling around with her movements as if he had no bones, she touched the sharp corners of her head with a headache, and threatened, "Believe it or not, I won't give you transport-chan from tomorrow?" she said angrily, "I won't use my henchman for you from dinner today!"

"Don't!" Tirpitz finally became nervous when she heard that no one would deliver food, no one would clean it, and no one would even carry a snack bag for herself when she went out, and she hugged D.Yamato's thigh without restraint and continued with tears in her eyes, "Sister Dean, I really can't take out the Dragon Ball manga or something!"

Tirpitz said and glanced at the completely unmoved dean of the deep sea, and thought for a moment before suddenly remembering what she had read before she fell asleep, thinking that she let go of the other party and took out two or three small thin books with white covers from under the carpet, "Do you see if this is suitable?" she said as she stretched out her hands as if she were paying tribute and handed them to the impatient dean of the deep sea.

D. Yamato took the small white notebook, looked at the plain cover and asked with some confusion, "What can you draw on such a thin book, is it a fighting manga?" she said as she flipped through the notebook in her hand.

"Of course it's a fighting book! It's so intense!" Tirpitz said and stood up, as if he was suddenly excited inexplicably, "I'm telling you this hand-to-hand combat book in the ultimate realistic style, I drew it all night yesterday!

D. Yamato flipped back page by page, lamenting Tirpitz's stunning style of painting, reading with relish, the interaction between Sun Wen, the protagonist of the book, and Bismarck, who had broken military rules, and Hood, who looked like a golden retriever dog when she looked at the dialogue, but the more she looked back, the more she felt that something was wrong, until she saw a large page of Bismarck's portrait, and she licked her lips and closed the notebook in her hand.

Seeing that the dean of the deep sea suddenly closed the notebook, and after reading the notebook with her for a while, Tirpitz, who was still in an inexplicable state of excitement, hooked the other party's shoulder, and asked in a somewhat obscene tone: "What do you think of this book?

"Very good!" D.Yamato smiled on his face, "It's okay if you don't have Dragon Balls to show me this in the future!" she paused and then changed her words, "No, if you give me the Prince of Wales, I will count you as your share for two days, and if you can make the Prince of Wales miserable, I will count you as your share for three days, how about it!"

Seeing that the dean of the deep sea didn't mean to discuss with him at all, he just asked in an affirmative tone and then walked to the door with his notebook, Tirbitz didn't feel despised at all, but rubbed his palms and said goodbye to the dean of the deep sea like a profiteer: "Boss, let's make a decision, thank you for your patronage!"

After D.Yamato left, Tirpitz got under the bed and dragged out a large suitcase after a while, she blew the ash on the suitcase, and said with a smile while scratching her head: "I haven't been reluctant to throw away the notebook, I didn't expect that there would be a day of clearance, the dean of the deep sea is really a good person!"