The short-haired blonde girl stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, the blue eyes on her round little face kept blinking, carefully looking at herself in the mirror, her ruddy little mouth slightly open, humming a brisk tune.

"Sister, what do you think of my dress?" She spun around in circles, knee-high clumps of white dresses fluttering like butterflies in the light.

"Rodney, we're not going to play this time, it's fighting, it's not appropriate for you to wear this." The girl with the blindfold leaned against the door frame and shook her head, her short orange hair was a cold face, and her sky-blue eyes showed absolute confidence.

"Got it, got it, sister." Rodney turned her head and replied with a smile, she knew that her sister was good at everything, but she was a little stereotypical, and she was qualified as a teacher in the academy, but as a ship girl, especially a ship girl with a commander, it would be very unpleasant, after all, most admirals don't like a girl with a straight face all day long, even if she is beautiful.

"By the way, sister, do you know where the town guard mansion we are going to this time is? What about the Admiral? Rodney asked suddenly.

She and her sister have always been teachers here, and they have always had an unavoidable attitude towards the existence of the Admiral, so for so many years, the two of them have been snuggling up to each other, and their instructor Bismarck is called "lonely battle sisters".

Unexpectedly, such a peaceful and somewhat boring life was shattered today, and Bismarck, who had taught them in the evening, came to ask them straight to the point if they would like to go with her to the avant-garde town guard mansion and become a member there.

At that time, both of them thought that their former instructor was crazy, and in their impression, this unsmiling German battleship girl has always been a high-level existence, and she always has a vague dislike for the admiral, although she never showed it, but they can clearly perceive it as ship girls. So when they heard such words, the only feeling they had was that their instructors were crazy.

It is a fantasy that a ship lady who is disgusted with the admiral would offer to leave for a certain town guard mansion for the first time!

But when they found out who the town guard was, they weren't as surprised as they were at first.

The former secretary general of the Governor's Palace, the existence that once made countless admirals talk about tigers frightened, is also the yearning of countless admirals, after all, whoever becomes the admiral who exists like the empress is simply a great feat that can go down in history, but until she resigned from the post of secretary general, no one completed her strategy.

When she left, countless people were still speculating about the reason, but they didn't expect that the most fundamental point was because she found her own admiral.

It is no wonder that the admiral who can become the avant-garde of the secretary general can be tempted by the instructor who has never pretended to be a commander. That was the only thought they had when they heard Bismarck's proposal.

"The Guard's Mansion? I remember Bismarck saying that it seemed to be named after himself. Nelson replied.

"The town guard named after you?" Rodney's eyes widened in disbelief, "That'...... The Admiral of the Avant-Garde Secretary-General is not a very old man. She stammered that in her impression the people who had this honor were all the bigwigs of the famous town, and the so-called bigwigs were all old men with gray hair or even bald, not any young.

Thinking that his future Admiral would be an old man who spoke tremblingly, Rodney's face was a little ugly.

"Do you think it's possible?" Nelson raised an eyebrow at his own sister and smiled coldly. "This honor was given to him by the former secretary general, not because of how much merit he has."

"That's the legend...... Eat soft rice? Rodney whispered that she could hardly imagine how a young admiral could be given a privilege that no one else could have dreamed of, and she could think of nothing other than this way of betraying her hue.

"Eat soft rice?" Nelson shook his head, "Do you think the avant-garde secretary general would be the kind of superficial person?" Although he does look good. ”

"Looks good?" Rodney's eyes lit up, and she seemed to get some information that excited her. She looked at Nelson and asked curiously, as if she wanted more information about the prayer. "Sister, are you ...... Seen our future Admiral? ”

"It's just a photo, a picture given to me by Bismarck, who said it was given to her by the avant-garde secretary-general." Nelson explained.

She has indeed seen the appearance of the other party, and the other party is younger than she imagined, like a child who needs to be cared for, with a pair of clear eyes on her immature face, and a smile on her raised face that makes people feel like a spring breeze, and she is always an existence that looks like she can't help but want to care. It is difficult for her to associate such a weak existence with the majestic profession of the Admiral, and it is even more difficult to imagine how such a thin body burst out with unimaginable courage and dared to go to sea with the ship girls, even at the critical moment of life and death, he did not leave the ship girls and run away alone, but exchanged his life for the ship girl who everyone thought was worthless.

When she asked the instructor she admired why she had made such a decision, she didn't answer her own questions head-on, but asked herself a few questions. Have you ever seen a commander who graduated with perfect marks in all subjects? Have you ever seen a commander who went to sea with his ship's mother? Have you ever seen ...... The Admiral who doesn't even want his life for the sake of his ship's mother? She stood up and looked at herself speechlessly, and finally sighed and continued, If it is not unexpected, I think he must be my Bismarck's admiral.

When she said this, she was not as indifferent as she had been before, as if she didn't care about anything, but showed a smile she had never seen before, although it was as fleeting as a flash in the pan.

"So, sister, what kind of person is our Admiral? Is it tall or short? Is it fat or skinny? Rodney asked excitedly, if she had a notebook in her hand, she would have recorded every detail like a good student who listened carefully, and did not miss a single bit.

Nelson looked helplessly at his own nymphomaniac sister, sighed and continued. "I don't know if he's tall, because I haven't seen him in person, and I can't describe his appearance, but in short, it's the type that looks good." She tilted her head sideways to recall what it looked like in the photo, "He loved to laugh, and he smiled gently, at least in the photo." ”

"The Sunny Gentle Type Admiral?" Rodney nodded and smiled, pinching his chin thoughtfully and muttering softly. "I just don't know if he's brave or not, if he can go to battle with us, then such an admiral is perfect!"

"Brave, he's brave." Nelson sighed, looked up at the deep night outside the window, and muttered softly, "He can be so brave that he doesn't even want his life for his ship's sake, like a mad fool." ”

Today's first update, thank you for the speechless monthly pass, thank you for the reward of listening to the wind and kiss the rain, thank you for the non-smiling cat, Hippolito, Theindblos, Yumetogawa, and Yakumochen of Xixing Temple, thank you for your support. Continue to roll around and ask for ticket collections.