Tirpitz room

Bismarck pushed open the door and looked at his sister's messy room with a frown. With game posters plastered on the bedside, bookcases filled with sets of novels, and a messy floor with everything in place, gamepads, comics, and snacks, this is simply a model of an otaku room, and nothing more.

And her sister is still lying on the ground, cocking her smooth little feet, pinching the gamepad and indulging in the game console, the swordsman hanging on the huge screen on the wall is under her operation, holding the long sword in her hand to cut down the monsters in front of her one by one, seeing this, Bismarck suddenly got angry and didn't fight anywhere, clenched his fist towards the pink little head is an iron fist of justice. Tirbitz fell to the ground and rolled with her head in her hands, the handle in her hand instantly fell to the ground, making the character on the screen lose control, and in just a few seconds, the once dashing swordsman was defeated by the monster like a tide, and she shrunk in the corner holding her head, and the Game Over prompt box popped up.

"Tirpitz, I don't care what you do, pack up all the things you want to take tonight, and we'll leave early tomorrow morning." Bismarck sneered and shook his show fist, condescendingly to his uncompetitive sister, and gave an ultimatum.

"Sister, can ...... But I couldn't finish it all in one night, and there were so many things to take with me. Tirbitz, who had developed a super ability to resist blows, cowered in the corner and rubbed his injured little head vigorously, looking up at his fierce sister, his little eyes showing pity.

"Don't pretend to be pathetic to me, you know it's useless for me." Bismarck snorted coldly, she has a deep understanding of her sister's acting skills, she caught her on the spot and drew her own book, and wanted to destroy it directly, but because she saw her pitiful eyes and chose to let her go once, she didn't expect to go to her room to search the next day, and found a new book directly under the bed, and the colored watercolors on it haven't dried yet, obviously not long after the painting was finished. From then on, Bismarck knew that he must not be soft on this sister who had been taught repeatedly, otherwise the result would be even worse. "Tomorrow, if I find something in your room, I'll throw it directly into the sea, so you won't have anywhere to pick it up." She looked at her sister coldly, and there was no sympathy in her red pupils for the other party's pitiful appearance.

"Sister, don't be like this, I...... I really can't finish it. Tirpitz said with a sad face that everything in her room was her favorite, and that nothing could be given up. Sister...... Why don't you clean up for me? Like a wounded kitten, she crawled slowly to Bismarck's feet, scratching with her little paws and blinking with her black eyes.

Bismarck bit her lip and looked at the girl pretending to be cute at her feet, the white velvet cat ears on her head trembled slightly, she exhaled helplessly, she was defeated by her sister's cuteness, and made a difficult concession. "Okay, okay, sister will help you clean up tonight." She sighed as she spoke, her expression helpless.

"Sister, I knew you were the best for me!" Tirbitz instantly came back to life with full blood, jumped up and hugged his sister tightly, and his cute little face was full of smiles.

"Don't bother, clean up!" Bismarck's merciless blow with his knife made Tirbitz realize the cruelty of reality.

"I know, I know, this cold sister, I'll let the Admiral teach you a lesson in the future." The girl squatted on the ground with her head in her hands, muttering quietly, for fear that her sister would hear it.

"Are you going to take all these novels with you?" Bismarck looked at the stuffed bookcase and asked, although she also had books in her own bookcase, most of them were books of great practical use, such as military theory and combat skills, and not all fantasy novels that she thought were useless, as in the case of her own sister. She's also read a few of them before.,But it's all casually flipping through things.,She's really not interested in the things in it.,What a demon king is a brave man.,I'm afraid only an otaku like my sister will be interested.。

"Of course you have to take them all, these books are all in limited edition, and if my sister throws them away, I'll ......" Tirbitz looked at his sister whose face gradually turned cold, and the last few threatening words were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say anything.

"What about you? You say? Bismichap looked at his sister with a smile, and his sharp eyes seemed to say, "What can you do to me?" Provocative words.

Looking at Bismarck's cold eyes, Tirbitz instantly confessed and said with a smirk. "Sister, it's a big deal, I'll just buy another set."

"Since you can buy it again, it means that these things are not important and can be thrown away, right?" Bismarck raised an eyebrow and walked slowly towards the bookcase.

"Don't, sister, don't you often say that we need to save? If you throw it away, it will cost you a lot more money to buy another set. Tirpitz screamed, repeating the importance of saving. In order to save her bookcase, she immediately ran over and opened it, and threw all the contents into her ship's space, without giving Bismarck the slightest chance to touch them.

"Yo, isn't it very fast, I remember who said that you can't clean up in one night?" The cunning and treacherous demon sister smiled maliciously and asked knowingly with a sideways face. From the very beginning, she knew that her sister was just looking for an excuse to be lazy. Tirpitz wants to be lazy, doesn't he? Don't think I can't do anything about you, she snorted smugly in her heart. The corners of his mouth are raised, and he puts on a victorious posture.

"That...... That's a miscalculation by me, my sister doesn't need to trouble you to help now, you can go to sleep at ease, I will clean up this place tomorrow morning. Tirbitz chuckled dryly. She finally understood the terrible thing about her sister, and in order to prevent her precious collection from being destroyed by the poisonous hand, she hurriedly put on a posture of "I can do it without help", and laboriously pushed Bismarck out of her room and kept her away from her treasures.

"Since my lovely sister has said so, then I am very relieved." Bismarck stood at the door of the room and smiled, his voice emphasizing the word "cute", and his upturned face seemed to be a silent warning, along the lines of "If there are still things in your room tomorrow morning, I will not hesitate to throw them all away, whether you agree with it or not."

"It's my sister, I'll definitely pack up everything." Tirbitz patted his rippling chest fiercely, indicating that he would complete the task he had been given, and his black eyes flashed with determination.

"Very well," Bismarck nodded reassuringly, yawning as he walked toward his room. "But if you don't get it right, you know the consequences." She said with a warning, a tone that sounded like a joke but made Tirbitz shiver.

"I'll be sure to clean it up." She said loudly at her sister's back, then slammed the door shut, looking at her messy room and smiling bitterly.

Damn sister, when there is an admiral in the future, I must take the lead in becoming a marriage ship, overthrow your tyranny, and then blow the wind on the admiral's pillow, so that he can teach you a good lesson, and let you know the authority of my Tirpitz, so as to avenge the tragic death of my three hundred and twenty-eight picture books (books)! While she was looking forward to a bright future for Bismarck's apology to herself, she slowly tidied up her room with a sad face.

She looked up at the dark night sky outside the window, and then at her messy room, and she instantly felt that she didn't want to sleep tonight.