"Erbao, you scared her..."
Upon hearing this, the chubby little fellow reluctantly jumped off Harman's shoulder, landed on the dining table with a "thump", and even bounced a little.
Harman looked at the black and white dumplings on the table and recalled it a little, "Ah... you are from Pinghai..."
Changdao, who came over from behind, immediately answered: "Emergency food!"
Erbao glared at Changdao with his black eyes, twisted his butt, ran to the plate to get food, and then sat on the table and started to eat silently.
A few people who were a few steps late also sat down at the table and started passing plates, knives, forks and chopsticks from the leftmost side.
Pinghai happened to be sitting next to Harman. After taking the tableware handed over by her sister Ninghai, she kept two portions, turned around and passed it to Harman, then turned back to help Harman set the table.
"My sister said that we should take good care of our good friends who came from afar."
Harman was stunned and wanted to say that he didn't need her to worry so much, but the blush rising on his face suppressed the words. After hesitating for a moment, he simply said "thank you".
Ning Hai smiled and advised after hearing this: "Don't be so polite, just treat this place as your own home, just take whatever you want to eat, we just came back from the kitchen, we are starving too."
Ping Hai patted his flat stomach politely and said, "Well, I resisted the urge to eat, so I'm very hungry."
Changdao was not polite and was the first to pick up the fork. He directly poked a fried chicken leg and took a bite. "Hmm... delicious. As expected, except for the royal party, other camps are worth visiting~"
"...Except for cakes and tea, you'll have to run away if you see anything..." Evil lied limp on the table and added a stabbing remark.
Harman always felt that there were many points in these topics that could be explored in depth, but before she could choose the questions to ask, she was frightened by Nagashima's outfit.
"Uh... isn't this a pajama party? Are you okay with wearing this?"
Nagashima licked the crispy crumbs at the corner of his mouth, "Oh, it's okay, I wore it like this last year, 'retirement comes first', it's a normal life ideal~"
"......normal?"
"Yeah, there are all kinds of ideals anyway." Nagashima said nonchalantly, "There are people in the harbor who have 'Stir-Fried Commander' as their life ideal, and they are doing fine."
"Stir-fry...what do you mean? She can cook?"
Ning Hai couldn't stand it any longer and glared at Chang Dao who was talking too much. "Don't talk nonsense. It will leave a bad impression on people."
Changdao felt it was a pity and shrugged without explaining any more. Unfortunately, the homonyms of these two words were indeed easier to guess. Considering the context, Harman quickly understood the meaning.
Although she wasn't particularly familiar with everyone, she had heard that "Band-Aid" speech just now. So, it seems that the person who takes this as his ideal... is pretty easy to guess?
"Wild...well, I mean, Su Xin, doesn't she care about Su Xin?" Harman thought about the fussy behavior of the little commander when he was a waiter in the past, and felt a little confused.
But Evil has a good idea about this, "Commander? As long as it doesn't violate the law, she will turn a blind eye, right? So this is heaven..."
Harman didn't quite believe it. "Then what did you just say... explosion, um, then, then what is she...?"
"So it's ideal." Nagashima burped after drinking his Coke. "Well... besides, she'll be legal soon. Um... I have a feeling the gossip group is about to get lively!"
"Eh? What...what group?"
"It's a gossip group. It's our internal group for gossip. You can talk about anything except posting obscene pictures, which will get you sanctioned by Hood. By the way, Su Su isn't in it. Do you want to join in and have some fun?"
"...Is it appropriate?"
"What's inappropriate about that? I'm the source of intelligence, and I'm the one who created the group, so I have the final say. Come on, come on, come in and play."
Harman was led into a strange group chat without knowing why, and the first message she saw after entering made her eyes widen.
Eugen: [Your cute little commander is in my hands. I’m teaching her how to act cute now. When the video is taken, I’ll give her two boxes of beer for each. There’s no limit on the amount!]
Dafeng: [Give me a .JPG]
Akagi: [Give me a .JPG]
Atago: [Give me a .JPG]
Helena: Why do even Susu’s videos have to be priced clearly? That’s too much.
Helena: [Give me one ]
Harman stared at the javelin packages that were flashing across the screen, and silently began to press and hold to save. Before long, a bunch of useless pictures appeared in his collection.
"..Don't tell me, I'm a little bit drunk."
Chapter 767 Pajama Party 8
Jean Bart never liked "banquets", or rather, he didn't like banquets with rigid styles and rules.
When eating, you have to pay attention to your image, not make loud noises, there are specific requirements for your dress, and you can't even drink alcohol. The only options are various sugary drinks and milk.
Compared to the "negotiation scene" where she needs to be polite and abide by red tape, she prefers the "celebration banquet" where she can eat meat and drink wine with big mouthfuls.
She is a free-spirited pirate, drifting on the sea, never caring about her destination, just grabbing everything she encounters and then snatching them away.
This is the life Jean Bart should have, but unfortunately as a ship girl, she could never truly realize this ideal.
If anyone should be blamed, it should be the commander who created him. There was really nothing to fault with his character, which forced Jean Bart to stay in the overly peaceful port area, bored to death.
Look at those royal guys who were holding cups and socializing with smiles on their faces. It was like they brought quilts from the house to the scene, and even covered themselves tightly wherever they went. She really couldn't understand it.
As a pirate, you should enjoy freedom, this is what Jean Bart insisted, and this is also the reason why she seems out of place in this party.
"..So Jean Bart, why did you come?" Dunkirk sat at the counter, propped up his chin and smiled at his friend in the same camp, "I thought you would stay in the room and sleep."
Jean Bart, who was wearing a dark nightgown, glanced at her without saying a word. Perhaps he didn't know how to answer, so he picked up the glass and gently took a sip of the brown liquid in the glass.
Dunkirk laughed again, "It's just barley tea, why are you drinking it so deeply? I thought you were tasting some fine wine."
"...I'm just thirsty." Jean Bart tapped the glass with his index finger. "But why are you staying here with me instead of looking for someone else?"
"Well... after all, the 'reason' for your coming to the party has already left, and I'm worried that you'll be too bored sitting here alone, so..."
"You think too much. I just feel like I'm a guard dog when I'm home alone, so I have to come over and check on you. There's no reason for that."
Dunkirk laughed but did not point it out. After all, although Jean Bart usually had a cold expression, if he was really annoyed, who knows how long he would feel awkward.
He is said to be a pirate, but he always thinks about going out or practicing fighting. He claims that the pirate ship is his only home, and he also threatens that he will definitely take back everything he sees to the ship.
But from the current perspective, this person seemed to have long regarded the port as a "pirate ship", so he stayed quietly on the "ship", waiting for the opportunity to go out and plunder.
The summer event is only two months away. Won't the things obtained from the activities still belong to the port area? She will be stubborn, or... she hasn't discovered it yet?
Dunkirk thought about it and raised his hand as if to clink glasses.
Jean Bart was quite considerate and tapped his glass lightly. He took it back and just took a sip when he heard the other party admonishing him:
"You should be frank. Our little commander doesn't understand those twists and turns. Do you really want to be a... um, tsundere? Is that how it's used?"
"Pfft...Ahem...what are you talking about?!"
Dunkirk chuckled, and caught a glimpse of the girl walking awkwardly on the stairs, and quickly changed the topic: "Your reason is back."
Jean Bart was stunned, tilted his head to follow Dunkirk's gaze, and then slightly widened his eyes.
The young conductor, who was wearing a proper "sauna suit" when he came, has now been stripped of his long-sleeved shirt and long pants, and has been wearing a navel-baring camisole with a Q-version Eugen portrait printed on it.
She was only wearing a pair of short pants on her lower body, which were slightly tight and had lace, and barely covered her hips.
The large area of white matched with the black pajamas creates a strong visual impact, especially since he is a normally serious little conductor, which makes the impression even more profound.
It’s just that the posture he walked down the stairs was a little strange, as if he had a stomachache, with his body slightly hunched, and the expression on his face was extremely conflicted.
"Aren't you going to help? You seem to be very uncomfortable." Dunkirk urged slowly.
Jean Bart tapped the table with his index finger. He couldn't sit still anymore, so he put down his cup and stood up, and met the young conductor who had walked up the stairs to the first floor.
"...You, aren't you a human? Aren't you afraid of catching a cold and getting sick?"
Su Xin looked up, breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly moved closer to Jean Bart, grabbing his arm to cover her small belly button.
"Fortunately... well, this was Eugen's request. He said he wanted to make a video to coax Hipper to take over. I, I had no choice..."
"Does your changing of clothes have anything to do with this?"
"Eh? Ah this..." The overly embarrassed little commander regained his IQ, "...Yeah, why should I listen to the emperor's mother? The original clothes can also be photographed."
Jean Bart glanced at the little girl's red earlobe, which seemed to be at a different temperature from the hand that was holding his arm.
She wanted to express her concern, but then she remembered Dunkirk's advice. She paused and thought, she is a pirate, is it necessary to be so shy?
So without waiting for the little commander to figure out what to do next, she simply picked him up horizontally and held him close to her amid his exclamations.
"That's enough to cover it up, but you're really popular..."
"Eh? What are you talking about all of a sudden..."
"Everyone is looking at you, and...someone is already trying to grab something."
Before Su Xin, who was burying her head like a quail, could figure out what was meant by this, a familiar voice rang out from behind her, "...Sister? This looks really good on you!"
"Uh... Nana?" The good manners made the little commander want to turn around and look at the person who was talking, but he failed. He could only ask: "Thank you, I, I'm going to change it."
"Isn't this good? I think it suits you very well." [Helena] looked greedily at her lover's milky white and soft legs.
Jean Bart frowned, and without further ado, he tried to leave, but was stopped by the other party.
"Where do you want to take my sister?"
"...Didn't you hear her say she wanted to change clothes? We've been delayed for a while because of you."
"It's time to change. I'm the one taking my sister there. I know her personality and preferences much better than you do."
"Are you trying to snatch someone from me?" Jean Bart raised his eyebrows and looked nonchalantly at the light cruiser that was a head shorter than him. "Don't daydream."
The little commander noticed that many people in the hall were looking at him, and felt a burning sensation on his back. He immediately became angry and said, "Can you find me some clothes first?!"
"...I wanted to show the peace in the port area, but this part is not in the script." Eugen, who was leaning on the railing upstairs and recording with his mobile phone, blinked and was soon relieved.
"Forget it, this kind of plot seems to be more interesting. My sister, the golden-haired arrogant loser, will definitely be able to empathize with me, right?"
Chapter 768 Pajama Party (End)
The script was supposed to show a peaceful scene in the port area, but it went off track after a strange triangle relationship was filmed.
The planned main theme of the video, which was supposed to be "dress cutely and say hello to the KanColles," unexpectedly failed at the very beginning.
Eugen, a third-rate director and screenwriter, took out a sip of cold beer. As the alcohol got in his head, he suddenly got an inspiration. He immediately gave up the original plan and planned to do an unscripted visit.
Having made up her mind, she glanced at the corridor and made sure that Frederick the Great was still immersed in the wonderful memory of "changing the girl's clothes with his own hands", then she boldly ran downstairs.
The best interviewee was still there at the time, so she rushed forward without saying a word, clicked the record button and started asking questions.
Eugen: "Excuse me, Commander Su Xiao, you are at the center of the storm. What do you think about the development of the situation?"
Su Xin, who was winking at the maid in the corner, was stunned. Taking advantage of the confrontation between Jean Bart and [Helena], she immediately turned over.
But when she looked up, she found that the camera of the mobile phone was pointed at her. She was immediately startled and flapped her legs to try to turn over and cover her stomach.
Eugen continued to ask fearlessly: "Are you satisfied with the clothes that Frederick the Great specially selected for you?"
"What are you satisfied with? You're exposing too much! Don't get so close! Didn't we agree to just take the photo from a distance upstairs?!"
"Plans can't keep up with changes~" Eugen waved his hand nonchalantly, "So how does it feel to be in the Shura Field? If you have any experience, you can share it with us."
Su Xin: "......? Where does the 'we' come from?"
"Miss, you always give irrelevant answers. It's very difficult for us reporters to deal with you..."
"Then don't take pictures!"
"...It seems that this lady doesn't want to be interviewed. Let's change someone else." Eugen said, and pointed his phone at Helena, who had a dark face. "Hey friend, what do you think of this situation?"
[Helena] glared, "Thoughts? Of course... Who are you? Why are you taking these photos? Don't you know that my sister doesn't like the camera? We have lived together for so long, and we don't even have a photo together. How dare you——?!"
Eugen shrank his neck, and immediately ran away when he saw that things were not going well. He also did not forget to explain the video: "It seems that we are off to a bad start. It would be better to change the interview subjects and let them fight!"
"Eugen!!!"
Ignoring Su Xin's cry for help behind her, the reporter, who had just taken office for less than three minutes, turned around and ran in a certain direction, finally stopping in front of several ship girls who were sitting together.
Hood happened to be watching a play at that time. To be honest, this kind of snatching drama is more interesting than the 8 o'clock drama on TV. At least it is close to life.
She was a little dazed when Eugen blocked her view, until he asked her a question while holding his mobile phone, she perked up and responded seriously.
Eugen: "Ms. Hood, what do you think of the commander's love life?"
Hood touched his hair gracefully and said, "Well, I think everyone has their own
Before she finished her words, a voice suddenly rang out from somewhere: "She doesn't even understand her own emotional life, how can she know about Su Su's situation?"
Hood, smiling, scratched the leather sofa beside his leg with a "snap", glanced at Bismarck who was walking down the armrest, and then glared at him for a while.
