The ceremony of the final of the trial was turned into a lively and noisy celebration by Italians who were romantic enough to fall in love with cannonballs, and the entire rostrum was surrounded by beautiful cheerleaders wearing only miniskirts and holding yellow colored balls in their hands, and the cold wind of November blew, and the curvy thighs bloomed like flowers, startling a sexy scream.

Chu Jianchen, who was sitting in the audience, looked sympathetically at the big sauce who was surrounded by a group of beautiful women in the middle, his face was so cramped that his face was red, he touched his nose helplessly, turned his head and complained to Veneto who was sitting next to him: "VV, isn't it just an exhibition game?" How do you make it look like a school sports day? From the opening to the present, two hours have been wasted like this, which is really troublesome. ”

Looking at Chu Jianchen's helpless fidgeting look, wearing a formal suit, holding a cup of coffee straight and dignified, Veneto, who looked as literary and artistic as those Italian ladies, smiled bitterly, and a trace of depression flashed in his light red eyes: "No way, these things are all prepared by Ugorini and the Ministry of the Interior, she must have come up with some kind of ghost idea, you can just watch it patiently, anyway, the protagonist of this exhibition match is the supply ship Sukhbaatar, and it won't take much time from start to finish." ”

“..... Hey, I said VV, are you like those admirals with scornful smiles on their faces, thinking that Sukhbaatar is here to make soy sauce? Chu Jianchen's cheeks twitched, and he looked at Veneto with a dumb look, and his slightly squinted eyes shot a hint of amusement.

"What do you mean, do you think that Sukhbaatar, a supply ship, can defeat Picard, who is only 10 points away from advancing to the final trial?"

Not far from Chu Jianchen, Litorio, who was playing with his hair in all kinds of boredom, heard Chu Jianchen's words, and immediately looked at him curiously: "Although it is not our ship's mother, I have heard of the name of the "waste wood supply ship" Sukhbaatar, I don't think she can confront Picard, who led three heavy cruisers and one battle column to participate in the exhibition match, Picard didn't even send a destroyer, obviously just to shatter your little friend's self-esteem in front of the public, and vent his anger that he didn't succeed in making the cut, If I were you, I would definitely persuade that little guy to quit the game on his own initiative, so as not to become the laughing stock of the whole league. ”

"Then we'll see."

Opening his mouth and gently spit out two disdainful words, Chu Jianchen's gaze turned to the left, looking at the prestige who was standing beside the counterattack, whispering something to her, his gaze swept over the meticulously arranged maid dress, until he was targeted by prestige with a touch of anger, he pretended to retract his gaze as if nothing happened, and sneered at Sukhbaatar who began to enter the water: "In ancient oriental legends, when Sukhbaatar was sunk three times in a row, Sukhbaatar, the Mongolian god of war, who had extremely terrifying strength, will tear apart all the enemies who dare to stand in front of her, I am not aimed at anyone, I mean all of you here, after awakening. In front of the Star Destroyer Sukhbaatar, it was all spicy chicken. ”

"Hmph~~!" Veneto glanced at Chu Jianchen, who was touting Sukhbaatar at any cost, and put down the coffee cup in his hand heavily: "You just blow it, I don't believe it, Picard, who has four capital ships, will be defeated by a weak supply ship?" If that's true, then I'll quit my job and leave to Russell Fortress to be a café owner, and I'll leave the task of saving the world to your friend. ”

Looking at Veneto, who had a puffed out little face and turned his head to the side sullenly, Chu Jianchen was not only amused, but also turned over by this kind of young cuteness, since he saved Littorio, Veneto's attitude towards him slipped from a friend to a deeper direction, although he did not express his willingness to be fished home by him, but as long as he stayed by his side, Veneto, who originally pretended to be a little adult everywhere, behaved like a Lori of a normal age as proud and willful, There is no way to connect her with the big sister of the underworld who is manipulating a large number of dark forces behind the scenes.

"Okay, I'll drink it when you grind coffee, and I promise that I won't lose money." Chu Jianchen smiled and patted Veneto's head, then leaned on the back of the chair that was a little cold by the cold wind, smelled the fresh body fragrance emanating from Veneto's body, with a hint of milky fragrance, closed his eyes leisurely, and waited for the moment when the big sauce stone broke the earth: "VV, you are really still a child." ”

After more than ten minutes of speeches and garland blessings, the tedious exhibition race launching ceremony finally came to an end, showing off the full armor of the ship, Sukhbaatar, with a thick crane arm on his back, rowed the sea amid the unbridled laughter around him, and galloped towards the center point where he was bound to meet the ship's wife brought by Picard.

Hearing the tsunami-like laughter of the admirals in the stands, the faces of many high-ranking officials on the rostrum were not very good-looking, and their eyes were mixed with doubts and malice, far away on Sukhbaatar's immature back, they also knew that letting a supply ship participate in the exhibition competition was actually a silent insult to this trial competition that was only held once every few years, but the result of the lottery was like this, and they had no choice but to have "What if it is a dark horse?" Sitting on the stage, but with a flicker of eyes, it was obvious that he did not have the slightest confidence in Sukhbaatar, and even some supporters of conspiracy theories had begun to wonder if the current situation was a new way to disgust them by the exchange student who had recently turned the city of Rome upside down.

Facing the malicious gaze that shot from all directions, Odoru exhaled lightly, his face did not show half a cowardly expression, and the sharp gaze was like a sharp knife, exactly the same as the usual treatment he received, but Odoru still stood quietly beside Picard, enduring his cynicism without a word.

"You say, will I order Otari and the others to shoot and sink your supply ship, or will I save ammunition and rush up and teach that little girl how to make a ship with my fists?" Picard, with his golden hair held high, waved heartily to the audience, grabbed the miso affectionately with his left hand, and asked coldly in his mouth.

"Whatever, it's not me who will turn into a joke today anyway." Damian shook off Picard's hand, squinted at the audience that burst into exclamations, and said in disgrace.

"Hmph, you learned a lot of things from that exchange student, such as your skin is much thicker than before." Picard, who had practiced with Dai-chan before and knew what his initial ship was, snorted coldly, and the hearty smile on his face suddenly disappeared, replaced by undisguised disdain and coldness: "Do you think you can always rely on him?" To tell you the truth, he will definitely not be able to pass this trial match, you just wait and see, when he is trampled on the ground by us, can he continue to protect you! ”