Elder brother's garrison

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"Drip drip!"

As soon as I logged into my account, a flood of private messages popped up on the page.

Looking at the red 99+ icon on the private message page, Tirpitz nodded with satisfaction.

Sure enough, I have a brighter future after getting ashore.

Tirpitz opened the private message page, which was full of praise for his work.

"This artist's drawing is amazing!"

"The drawing of the admiral is so cute!"

"The artist's human anatomy is quite good."

"This position is fine, social security."

"The person who can draw this must be a veteran, probably someone who has read countless books."

"I've been following the artist for three days, and I've already drunk two cases of Nutritional Express."

"I've followed the artist who suffers from kidney deficiency!"

"23333"

……

There were also many requests to come to Tirpitz's house asking him to help with the drawings.

However, given Tirpitz's laziness, he definitely wouldn't be able to take on these orders.

She only wants to draw what she wants to draw.

Tirpitz recalled the scene at the comic convention.

Hmm...it seems to be getting pretty good attention.

Tirpitz nodded.

Tirpitz pulled out his graphics tablet and began to ponder.

Tirpitz didn't waste his time during his stay in Yuxiu.

In the dead of night, Tirpitz would sneak up to the various ship girls and observe their expressions and figures.

Those with more experience probably already know what Tirpitz is up to.

That's right, new characters are being added to "Yurukan Girls".

Since Shiro, the prototype for the main character, already has a new look, Tirpitz is thinking of taking this opportunity to add a few new characters to the Swaying Ship Girls.

For example, "Little Wife Changchun", "Husky Enterprise", "Golden Retriever Saratoga", etc.

Oh right, there seems to be another unlucky Taihou next door, which is also super cute!

Draw, draw, draw! Add more, add more!

So much time has passed that even a novice like Xiaobai has almost forgotten that Tirpitz was an artist.

It's time to start targeting them again!

Oh, here it comes, inspiration has struck!

Tirpitz's creative spirit burned brightly.

She held the pen, feeling the passion surging within her.

She's going to write even more explicit plots! Even more explicit characters! Even more explicit positions! A young girl's modesty? Forget about it! All the characters are innocent bitches! They're all the kind of bitches who, with a casual gesture or expression, can arouse human desire! Tirpitz is going to usher in a new chapter for her work!

Tirpitz picked up his pen and quickly got to work.

Tirpitz felt as if he had forgotten everything around him, as if he had entered a mysterious realm, just like a boy in a comic book who had reached the pinnacle of his skills.

This is! A zone exclusively for artists!

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

After finishing their chat at Da Feng's house, Xiao Bai, who was walking towards her own home, suddenly felt a chill run up her back from the soles of her feet for some reason.

She hugged her arms and couldn't help but shiver a few times.

Huh? What's going on? I have this feeling that I'm being watched by some strange and dangerous creature.

Xiao Bai quickly looked around.

Has the naval base been invaded by enemies?

Xiao Bai frowned.

No way……

She walked to her own front door.

It seems the key was given to Tirpitz before.

Xiao Bai knocked on the door.

A silence.

"Huh?" Little White was taken aback. "Didn't Tirpitz go home?"

That's not right, Tirpitz isn't the type to just drop by other people's houses.

She tried knocking on the door again.

There was still silence.

Is it...

Xiaobai covered her face.

Did Tirpitz go to sleep?

No! Open the door!

Chapter 176 "The Thief"

Xiao Bai knocked on the door in despair.

Perhaps because he was a little overwhelmed, he slammed the iron gate a couple of times with a bit too much force, making a loud banging sound.

If Tirpitz locks him out, then Little White will be homeless.

"What should we do now..." Xiaobai said dejectedly.

Bismarck, that aluminum-stealing maniac, would never go home unless it was late at night.

Judging from the situation, it seems that Xiaobai will have no choice but to seek refuge at Hude's house.

Xiaobai turned around, sighed, and walked towards Hude's house.

"Click." But after taking only a step or two, the door behind Xiaobai opened.

Tirpitz, wearing a revealing white shirt and with a strange gleam in his face, poked his head out.

In stark contrast to her withered, drained appearance in front of the naval base, Tirpitz now looked as radiant as a flower that had been nourished.

"Huh? Where are you going after you knock on the door?" Tirpitz asked, watching Xiaobai's retreating figure.

"Tirpitz, why are you only opening the door now?" Little White felt a huge weight lifted off his shoulders when he saw Tirpitz open the door.

"Huh?" Tirpitz narrowed his eyes and pondered for a moment.

All Tirpitz heard was the sound of Little White knocking on the door one last time.

Tirpitz may have knocked too softly the previous times, and he didn't hear it because he was focused on the task at hand.

"I was playing a game just now," Tirpitz offered an excuse.

I'm drawing in your little notebook... Even Tirpitz wouldn't say something like that.

Ignorance is a kind of happiness, my admiral.

"Oh." Xiaobai nodded.

This reason is indeed flawless.

"Here, I'll give you the keys back first." Tirpitz placed a bunch of keys in Xiaobai's hand, then turned and darted back into the house.

Xiao Bai put the heavy keys back into his pocket.

She walked into the living room and found Tirpitz sitting on the floor, untying the controller data cable he had just taken out.

When Tirpitz saw Little White following him, he subtly pushed the graphics tablet next to him into the mountain of clutter.

"Then I'll go back to my bedroom first." Tirpitz said, unusually, and grabbed a bunch of comic books and pens from the pile of clutter before heading out of the living room.

"Tirpitz doesn't play games anymore?"

"Go get some sleep first," Tirpitz said without batting an eye, carrying a pile of things upstairs.

After watching Tirpitz go upstairs, Xiaobai sat down alone at the living room table.

By the way, do you need to bring comic books and things like paper and pens to bed?

Xiao Bai sat at the table, lost in thought.

Xiaobai gave up thinking again.

Since becoming the admiral, Shiro has had very little time to be alone.

Sitting alone in the living room now, I'm actually getting a little bored.

She pulled the remote control from Tirpitz's pile of clutter and turned on the TV.

The LCD screen lit up, and the lively sounds brought a touch of life to the otherwise quiet living room.

The familiar TV series has long since ended, and now a new show that a complete novice has never seen is being broadcast.

Ah... I didn't realize I'd been an admiral for so long.

Xiao Bai then realized what was happening.

She was watching a program on TV.

—Hmm, the TV programs are a bit boring.

Little White yawned.

She lay down on the warm floor and fell asleep to the noisy background music from the television.

……

A cool breeze carrying the fragrance of flowers wafted over me.

When Xiaobai opened her eyes again, she saw a vast grassland with no visible boundaries.

The endless greenery seemed to connect with the horizon, and looking down, colorful flowers could be seen peeking out from the waist-high grass.

Little White raised its hand, and the soft or rough grass twigs brushed against its skin, sprinkling dewdrops onto its palm.

Xiao Bai turned around.

Behind me, a small brown tree with colorful, unnamed flowers stood.

Beside the tree, the massive, crystal-like white-blue ship rigging was buried in the lush grass.

"It's gotten bigger again," Little White muttered to itself, looking around at its surroundings.

This is Xiaobai's Admiral Network.

More accurately, it is the spiritual world formed by Xiaobai's network of admirals.

According to Osmanthus on Corola Island, this is the place where Xiaobai's extremely excellent memory materializes information and data into reality.

Every flower, every blade of grass, every breath of air, every drop of dew, every ray of sunshine—these are all things that Xiaobai has personally experienced and remembers vividly.

This is a place where the real world is perfectly replicated in the brain.

Furthermore, as Xiaobai continues to observe and memorize the real world, the area of ​​this grassland is also growing larger and larger.

It's becoming more and more realistic.

Little White gently plucked a blade of grass from the side of her hand.

The ripped-off emerald green quickly turned into specks of green light and dissipated.

The nutrients and raw materials that make up this world are Xiaobai's memories.