(Sorry, there was a slight problem yesterday, but it doesn't matter, because the recommended ticket is about to arrive at 2,000, I'll come to a two-in-one, and I'll make up for it today.) Two watches in the early morning, and two more in the afternoon. This is the first update in the early morning, please put it away~)

"That man, absolutely scum."

In retrospect, the Admiral's face was indifferent (the subjective judgment of the girl) announcing the order, and the Enterprise's petite face was distorted by excessive resentment.

The town guard is the army, and the ship lady is a soldier. Since he is a soldier, his vocation is to obey orders. As a prototype ship and a hero ship, the Enterprise will never act in defiance of orders. But that didn't stop her from slandering the admiral's orders.

Because she felt that the order was really hard for people - or rather for her - to accept. Let a military man through and through do these chores? And if it's okay after a long war, why do you have to do all this sundries now that you already have so many resources? What's even more odious is that it is necessary to use subspace processing machinery and auxiliary work?

It's like using a military helicopter platform to transport an 18X little yellow book, which is simply a deliberate humiliation.

Indeed, the enterprise itself has to admit one point, that is, once the subspace is operated, whether it is plasticity or deep processing, it is not much different from industrial machine tools, but that is the subspace?

What is Subspace? What the ship's mother eats. The status of subspace is the same as the human brain in the ship. Who would let their brains do all that rude work every day? If you fight, the enterprise is not happy to do it, but engage in production and construction?

She's an aircraft carrier, not a work ship. Let the aircraft carrier go to the military cantonment or something, and the enterprise will not approve of this kind of thing.

But an order is an order, and she can only do what the Admiral has ordered.

But she also has the right to choose what she wants to do.

So after thinking about it, the Enterprise simply learned how the 110 worked this morning. He wears a safety-first engineering hat on his head and blue overalls. Then he staggered to the room with a stucco bucket and a ring of tools hanging from his waist, ready to start the first repair and tidying work.

Grabbing the brush and dipping it in the paste used to paste the wall, the enterprise stared at the uneven places in the corners with a bitter and bitter face. Brush slowly with your hands little by little. There's no point in using subspace to make it easier for yourself.

'Why do you want to embarrass me like that, I've never done anything to be sorry for you in most of the past six months, right?' ’

Reaching out and scraping the edge with a wooden board, the enterprise number brushed the wall with a bitter face, secretly thinking about his own affairs.

I was doing well when I was in New Zealand, but why did I come to Guam and change completely? Is it because the enterprise account is not doing well?

Was it because you were kicked into the sea during the first fishing tournament? Or is it because of the quarrels and fights between each other when they were in New Zealand? Or are you deliberately causing trouble while you're working?

But that's because you lifted my skirt and played with me when you were fine, huh? If you were serious at first, we would be much better off with each other, right? For example, start working seriously or something, then slowly expel the deep sea, liaise with headquarters, and finally rendezvous and drill or something.

I'm a prototype ship. If you want, I will take all the feats and glory for you. Why not trust my abilities? Why don't you believe me? I'm the best soldier and I can prove it, and I can bring you all the honor and victory you want. But you only have to trust me once. Why not once?

Obviously, you did it wrong first. It's all you who come first. Why is this happening?

'Such a miserable picture, where will there be a face to see people in the future......

It's all to blame on the admiral, who doesn't know how to pretend to understand.

Stirring the paste in the bucket, the company puffed out the brush and wiped it against the wall. The conspicuous white foundation lay across the wall like a scar.

Look at your own masterpiece. The girl nodded in satisfaction. But he felt that his behavior seemed a little too naïve, and hurriedly changed his face to a serious expression. Strive to grow up a little.

But after thinking about it, anyway, I didn't use the subspace to work, I just used my hands and feet to paint, no matter how serious it was, no one would look at it. Thinking of this crucial point, the expression on the Enterprise's face darkened even more, and the plastic bucket was placed again. I squatted in the corner.

But before ten minutes of effort, the Enterprise stood up again with an unwilling face, and stirred it with a plastic bucket.

"Ah, it's clumped."

How did this thing clump so fast......

Staring at the paste in the bucket with a distressed expression, the company sighed. Wiped the fine beads of sweat on his forehead, and reached out to slowly stir it together.

Although it is said that the ship's natural physical strength is much higher than that of humans, on the one hand, because the wound has not been healed, and on the other hand, there are some psychological factors, which cause her movements to become more and more sluggish.

But she didn't mind that either.

Anyway, the Admiral didn't care what she thought, so what did she have to care about that person?

All because she was a soldier, just a soldier who had to work. What do soldiers and generals have to say? Just obey the task.

"It's like that kind of person's thing, I don't care at all. For an elegant lady like me who lives in the moment, I don't care what he thinks. I just have to be myself. ”

Seeing that only a small piece was smeared, but most of it was still a mottled room, the enterprise pouted, while carrying a bucket to talk to himself, while picking up the brush and slowly brushing it, by the way, humming an out-of-tune song to cheer himself up.

"Admiral~ is a ~ ignorant ~ big fool ~ his mind is full of gambling and money ~ for the honor of the warrior ~ he doesn't care at all ~ poor me ~ can only accept the admiral's oppression ~ carrying such a bucket ~ crying in the room ~ his heart is full of regret for himself - "

However, before the country tune invented by the enterprise was sung by the enterprise itself, a slightly emotional voice came from behind him.

"Is it really quite an astonishing resentment, do you hate the Admiral so much?"

“…… When did you come? ”

"From the time you said the Admiral was a scum."

“……”

Wasn't that the beginning?

Looking at the elusive ship lady with a smile on her face and dressed in white, the Enterprise carried a paint bucket, and the corners of her eyes twitched slightly. (To be continued.) )