Wang Yu was woken up by the sun.
He rubbed his eyes in a daze, turned his face to the side, and slightly shielded himself from the somewhat glaring sunlight outside the window.
Memories of last night surfaced little by little, and he couldn't help but smile wryly.
Secretary Ship Miss was still one step ahead; he, the Commander, really had no chance of winning, or was it truly as York said, that this Commander was simply too easy to read?
Ignoring the chaotic thoughts in his mind, he pulled back the snow-white velvet blanket covering him.
Glorious was already gone; it seemed to always be like this, she always left quite early, but this time, in Glorious's room, she had actually gotten up at some unknown time, and it was as always—
Early!
Wang Yu's movements while dressing paused. He glanced out the window; white seabirds passed by, the wind rustled the leaves, bringing with it wisps of the ocean's unique warm scent—a slightly salty sea breeze, yet not unpleasant, instead making one feel inexplicably refreshed.
But the problem wasn't here. He could hear the distant, bustling sounds from outside the window; that was the port area's patrol team and construction crew.
The Manjuu tirelessly maintained the operation of the port area day after day; their daily work involved every aspect of the port area, and they were the unyielding executors of the port area's will.
Of course, he wouldn't forget the contributions of the Little Yellow Chickens; although the hardworking and uncomplaining Little Yellow Chickens were indeed easy to overlook, only to be remembered when needed.
But at this moment, he truly and genuinely remembered these members of the port area.
He quickly put on his half-worn clothes and leaned out the window.
Outside was a busy scene; Little Yellow Chickens trimmed lawns, moved cargo, and he even saw many Manjuu wearing hard hats driving cranes disappearing into the distance—
A new intern Commander would soon arrive at his port area. The outer perimeter of the port area was where the reception area was located, but unfortunately, it was dilapidated from years of disuse. When this port area was handed over to him, only the important parts of the port area had been urgently repaired, and those places certainly did not include the outer reception area. In fact, other port areas built in cities also had to consider accommodating disaster victims, but his type of offshore port area would generally not encounter such situations.
But that wasn't the crucial point.
Outside, the scene was bustling with activity, and Wang Yu had a headache. What time was it now?
He rarely had such irregular routines anymore; Gascogne was like a precise instrument, constantly monitoring his daily schedule—
That was called part of the Secretary Ship's duty; as for whether it was her personal hobby, he didn't want to delve into it.
But now, he looked at the round sun high in the sky, and after just one glance, he was forced to look away.
By the looks of it, it was already past noon!
"Why was I so cautious last night?" Wang Yu muttered to himself. Now, wouldn't everyone in the port area know that he spent the night with Glorious?
And he had even met with Gascogne last night. Thinking about what he said to her last night, Wang Yu wanted to just bang his head against the wall and die.
How would Jia Jia view him, this Commander, now?
What needed to be faced always had to be faced. Wang Yu tidied his attire and walked out of the room.
Glorious always complained that his tidied room was no different from an untidied one, and even now, Glorious was helping to tidy his room. It was only natural for a Royal Miss to moonlight as a maid when her maid corps wasn't around, and many Misses even considered maid work a hobby, so of course, he wouldn't bother tidying Glorious's room. Messing with things might even get him scolded...
Thinking about it this way, he, the Commander, was indeed quite miserable.
There was no one else in the corridor.
Not seeing the familiar blue-haired figure, Wang Yu also breathed a sigh of relief.
If Gascogne had been guarding his door as usual, only to find him coming out of Glorious's room, how awkward would that scene be? Even if Gascogne was slow to react and completely oblivious, he himself would absolutely not be able to face it.
After all, he had just used a clumsy excuse to arrange for her last night. If he was directly exposed, what would he do?
Gascogne wasn't there; perhaps Glorious had already handled her for him, Wang Yu tried to think positively.
He opened his own room door and took a long time to finish getting ready. He picked up the naval cap from the hanger on one side and put it on, then walked to the table and picked up his phone.
Speaking of which, the functions of phones in this era were indeed quite limited. The severe disconnect between military and civilian technology was particularly evident in this small machine. Ordinary people in this world probably had difficulty finding any electronic entertainment, right?
Of course, he couldn't find any electronic entertainment either. Even if he wanted to play games, there would have to be manufacturers making games, right? Moreover, everywhere was a local area network. Although signals between port areas could be linked, using precious combat channels to play online games—did they really think Azure Lane wouldn't punish them?
Even if the punishment wasn't severe, it would certainly be embarrassing. Commanders in this era were, in the end, considered semi-military in background. Even if there were significant differences from true soldiers, they shared the same values of defending their homeland and protecting a sea region.
Ultimately, to significantly improve living standards, the war must first be ended. But the Sirens were like insurmountable mountains, impossible to bypass.
One could only say the future was promising. These thoughts flashed through his mind. It wasn't that he hadn't had other ideas; as a modern person who grew up in an information-rich environment, he naturally had many, many thoughts. But in the end, all his ideas were suppressed. The most urgent task was still to develop his own port area first.
Shangri-La once said that Commanders like him were rare. He didn't know which aspect she was referring to, but he didn't deny that it was indeed true.
He was different, not just because his port area and his Ship Girlss were different, but also because he carried the imprint of thousands of years of another world—
These were deeply etched into his more than twenty years of life, like eternal poems carved into his bones.
Indelible.
Only sufficient power could make others feel secure and obedient.
History had told him more than once the importance of power and authority, and now he was striving to firmly grasp both.
The world would eventually change—but not now.
His finger swiped across the screen, and he was surprised to find that he had received a message.
Originally, his contact list only had the Command Center, then a Navigator Miss was added, and now three more beautiful names appeared.
It seemed the communication card numbers—that is, the phone numbers—had finally been confirmed. It had been a long time since he applied, and Headquarters had finally sorted them out.
Gascogne had already gone to handle daily work, much more diligently than him, the Commander.
He swiped his finger across the screen and replied to Gascogne with a message saying he would be there soon.
Secretary Ship Miss replied instantly.
Looking at the smiling emoji on the screen, Wang Yu shook his head, "You, you only smile on the screen."
