Azur Lane Under the Stars

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"Lady my ass! I'll snatch that thing first, then we'll be all ladylike! Haruna! Bite her!"

As the saying goes, three women make a drama, but now there are more than thirty women... it's more like a market than a vegetable market!

"Are they really that fierce?" Ren Shuo stared blankly at the "horrific scene" in front of him.

Why do you have to make such a big fuss over a bouquet?

However, Commander, I love watching women fight the most.

Don't pull on someone's tail, don't pull on their clothes, do you even know how to pull on clothes?

Hey, I'm talking to you! Stop pulling her hair! Weren't you having a blast pulling down her skirt? Now you're messing with her skirt!

Shaming the enemy can also render them incapable of fighting.

"My lord, you really do have... unique hobbies," Tiancheng teased, standing beside Ren Shuo.

"Ahem... Do they usually act like this?" Ren Shuo changed the subject.

“Perhaps, after all, we Sakura Empire members also have primal animalistic impulses…” Amagi explained.

After hearing this, Ren Shuo subconsciously looked at Shimakaze, who was struggling to jump around in the crowd, and then slowly spoke.

"You said that since there is that primal urge, it must be related to the animal markings that you carry, right?"

Amagi thought for a moment and said, "Perhaps."

Ren Shuo stroked his chin, looking at Shimakaze's rabbit ears: "So you're saying Shimakaze is a rabbit, right? Rabbits seem to have a pretty long mating season?"

Amagi was momentarily speechless, unsure how to answer, and could only awkwardly say, "Perhaps...maybe?"

"Are they grabbing the bouquets further and further away?"

Zhenhai suddenly asked.

Watching the group of ship girls gradually disappear into the distance, Ren Shuo nodded: "It seems so."

"Isn't it the first person to get the bouquet? So why is it Yuudachi? Why do we have to fight over it?" Amagi asked curiously.

Richelieu said, "Perhaps... this is a custom in different places? We must completely control the bouquets?"

"Let's say that... Belfast? Is Belfast there?"

Ren Shuo called out.

Belfast immediately appeared beside Ren Shuo: "Master, please give your orders."

"Go and keep an eye on things, make sure you get it and then start fighting... just say it was me who told you."

Ren Shuo was afraid that if he wasn't careful, there would be a huge melee between the port factions, then an internal war between the factions... and then the port could be rebuilt!

"Yes, Master." Belfast then quietly disappeared from the spot again.

"Wow, that's amazing! Akashi's pretty impressive too, teaching Belfast that terrifying time stop..."

Ren Shuo sighed.

Zhenhai then said, "It's all because of what you said, Commander. A maid who can't stop time isn't a good maid, right? Otherwise, Belfast wouldn't have had to go through so much trouble to learn these skills."

“But it’s very practical, right?” Ren Shuo said.

"Yes, yes, it's very practical," Zhenhai echoed.

“Well, what do we do now?” Richelieu asked.

"Now... Zhenhai, what do you say?" Ren Shuo asked.

"Commander, come to Donghuang. It'll just be the two of us." Zhenhai Danfeng's eyes were full of smiles.

"Okay." Ren Shuo readily agreed.

The flower-grabbing team was still in full swing, with everyone's eyes fixed on the bouquets that kept falling, taking off, falling, and taking off again.

But not a single petal fell off this bouquet, which is simply outrageous.

"Evil shall be punished!"

Kaohsiung saw an opportunity and slashed out with his wooden sword, striking Nagato's wrist, who had just shown a look of joy. The bouquet flew out again.

Nagato looked at his subordinate, who had once vowed to be loyal to him, with a betrayed expression on his face.

But Kaohsiung's face showed neither joy nor sorrow.

Before the Commander's Ring, what superiors, what divine children, can all crawl to their deaths? Besides, isn't the tradition of our Sakura Empire to overthrow superiors?

"I got it! I got it!" Haruna cheered, then, in a moment of panic, saw Kongou's joyful face and cried out, "Kongou-nee! Here you go!"

After saying that, he threw it directly at King Kong.

Kongo's smile froze instantly, and he roared, "Haruna, you idiot! Why did you throw it over here!"

Are you afraid you'll get it? I think you're a total swindler!

Sure enough, one of the ship girls pulled out a large fan and with a sudden wave, the flowers flew away again.

This time, the flower seemed to have landed on the edge of the hillside, falling straight down to the bottom of a cliff.

Some ship girls acted impulsively without thinking, figuring that at such a height, a little water would be easy, and thus the spectacular scene that followed occurred.

Countless ship girls, some big, some small, some alluring, some innocent... all jumped off a cliff!

Richelieu and Amagi, who were left on the hillside, exchanged a glance and then simultaneously pulled out their phones, unlocked them, turned on the cameras, and started recording.

This scene is quite significant... If Aoba and Gridley had captured it, it would probably have been the headline in the port area the next day.

"Shocking! All the ship girls in the port jumped off a cliff, and the reason is...!"

"Port ship girls fight tooth and nail over a worthless item; we'll provide an in-depth analysis."

Meanwhile, the four members of the Free Iris group, who had already collapsed and fled, were drinking tea and chatting at the bottom of the hillside.

"Gascogne, come and eat this, it tastes good."

Jeanbart has even started grilling fish.

The fish was grilled to a chef's favorite brown color, and with the addition of cumin powder, it was simply mouthwatering.

Champagne was somewhat dissatisfied: "I caught the fish, why was Gascoigne, who did nothing, given the first fish?"

Jean Bart squinted: "Because I started the fire, I caught the fish, and Gascoigne is my sister, understand?"

Champagne shrank back: "Got it."

She's a total siscon, I can't mess with her.

Louis IX cleaned the fish scales and innards, washed the fishy smell off her hands by the sea, and then slowly walked over. She knew very well that she wouldn't get any fish in the first pot, so it didn't matter if she took her time.

Then, she felt something was wrong, and when she looked up, a bouquet of flowers had fallen down.

Then, instinctively, I reached out and caught it.

"Huh? Isn't this a bridal bouquet? The kind used for weddings... how come it's over here?" Champagne asked, her eyes still closed, though she was still somewhat surprised.

Jean Bart replied, "I don't know...wait a minute?!"

Her face changed drastically instantly. She looked up abruptly and started cursing: "What the hell?!"

Gascoigne and Champagne also looked up in confusion, then Gascoigne crashed, and Champagne was so shocked that its eyes widened.

"???"

Looking up, I saw a huge group of ship girls jumping down aggressively. If I didn't know better, I would have thought it was an Assassin's Creed movie where they were jumping off a building to infiltrate.

The next second...

Thump, thump, thump.

The ship girls slammed down, pinning the three bewildered people beneath them.

Poor Gascoigne hadn't even gotten a taste of the fish before he was buried underneath the human pyramid.

Jean Bart shakily reached out his hand, then suddenly dropped it as if all his strength had been drained.

"Bar, Bar! Gaga!" Champagne exclaimed in panic.

Gascoigne: "Power loss, error, error..."

"A bouquet of flowers"

The ship girls who came down all had their eyes green with envy, staring intently at the bewildered Louis IX, with Jean Bart and Gascoigne under their feet.

Louis IX finally realized what was happening, looked at the flowers in his hand, and then at the flower-chasing group that had even become somewhat ferocious...

That year's wedding flower-grabbing frenzy was a chaotic melee in the port area, ending in complete chaos. I saw Jean Bart and Gascoigne lying on the ground, their fates unknown; that scene is etched in my memory forever.

At that moment, I thought that if I could become a bouquet snatcher, I would definitely win it all. Now that the bouquet is in my hands, I have to consider whether this might be my only chance in this lifetime.

I believe that Jean-Baptiste Régis's regained dominance was largely due to the contributions of Jean-Baptiste Régis and Jean-Baptiste Gascoigne. It is our duty to restore the glory of the Iris Libre!

Louis IX's gaze sharpened as he summoned his ship's equipment and glared menacingly at the approaching group.

The crowd seemed stunned by Louis IX's sudden change, and for a moment, no one dared to step forward.

Champagne, tears welling in her eyes, covered her mouth and silently watched Louis IX.

Ninth life... Could it be you?!

The next second, Louis IX fired the cannons directly at the beach, and the smoke bombs inside the cannons immediately exploded, filling the entire beach.

Too many tricks up your sleeve, too many competitors! Time to get out of here!

Louis IX employed the Thirty-Six Stratagems, choosing to flee as the best option.

"Damn it! We've been tricked! Chase after them!"

The ship girls were furious and immediately gave chase.

Not far away, Belfast touched her pretty face and smiled happily.

Oh dear, things seem to be getting interesting again. Although the master said we shouldn't go too far...

But it's still under my control for now, so it shouldn't be considered excessive, right?

Belfast followed with amusement in mind, but still thoughtfully allowed Richelieu to take away his two sisters who had suffered an undeserved misfortune.

Champagne glanced at the departing Belfast, then at the corpses of Jean Bart and Gascoigne, and very considerately pulled the two women to lie down in the shade.

Then I picked up the grilled fish that was almost done and hadn't been affected by the previous grilling, flipped it over, sprinkled it with cumin, and waited a while longer.

Okay, it's ready to eat.

Then we happily started eating the grilled fish.

What kind of bouquet? I don't know, I'm just a simple person who eats fish and does nothing else.

Meanwhile, Louis IX was being chased by a bunch of ship girls under the setting sun, and subjected to a barrage of bombs, including throwing knives and arrows.

Many years later, when Louis IX looked back on this day, he would sigh with emotion.

Thinking back to that day running in the sunset, that was my unforgettable youth...

I just had to get this off my chest, so come in and take a look (updated in the previous chapter).

There's been a lot of negativity in the comments section lately.

Those who have been reading my books for a long time know that I am not a full-time writer, nor do I make a living from this.

To be honest, writing books in a laid-back way like me doesn't earn me much money.

My initial motivation for writing this book was to express what was in my heart. I also liked the book "Lost Ship Girls" from back then, and that's why I wanted to write my own book.

Well, I guess you could say it was done out of passion. The book's performance wasn't actually that good, and my writing isn't particularly good either.

But I still managed to write 200 million words.

Then I discovered that as more and more people watched, all sorts of strange and monstrous things started to emerge.

As for comments, my old friends know that I didn't control them before, except for those who made personal attacks for no reason.

I can only try my best to leave only the discussions and criticisms in the book review section, and then delete the messy comments to make the comment section a little cleaner.

The reason I was controlling the comments a while ago was because the editor said they wanted to get it recommended, so they asked me to control the comments. I deleted some myself, and then the official comment section was maintained and the official team deleted some more.

Now that I've already recommended it, I haven't tried to control the comments. Of course, I won't tolerate anyone who's looking for trouble and directly calls me an idiot.

Regarding the knotted wings, I've explained. If you think that touching a leg or a chest between girls who are really close is considered a "girl's knot," and playing the official "Crypto" and "Heavenly Mother" memes is also considered a knot, then if my best friend and I are close and playfully pinch each other's butts and chests, then I'm also a "Nan Tong" (a character from a Chinese novel).