Play Azur Lane Even at the End of the World

"You will understand in the future, um, when you gather dozens of yachts in the future, where will you go, everyone will go together, vacation or something... Wait, since you are going on vacation, why do you need a yacht? Of course Passenger ships are the best, luxury passenger ships, the kind of luxury cruise ships, with swimming pools on the upper deck, casinos on the lower deck, bunny girl dealers, and... um? Why are you looking at me like this again?"

Jian also squinted his eyes and asked, "Commander, is this what humans call peach?"

Su Chumuran thought to himself, see you again, I will tell you that you will be served by the family law.

...

Su Chu travels far away to Baiying. On the other side, Rangbar and Dunkirk, who had been separated from Su Chu in Guangdu, also returned to their familiar place at this time.

PS: Dududu, well, I still prepare some Richelieu, although there is only Lihui, but they are all wives anyway, Lihui is enough!As long as there is love, even if there is only one scene, it is still my wife!

Chapter 582 What to do in another world?Are you free?Let's write a novel!

The Qinhe River runs through the entire city of Bamalia and flows into the sea in the southeast of the city. It is a famous river in China.

The culture of the Holy See of Iris was derived here, and then developed, forming the unique characteristics of Bamalia.

In this country that advocates freedom and romance, countless enviable love stories are staged every day. Of course, if a man and a woman are in pairs, it is naturally enviable, but there are always exceptions.

Because of the existence of the Qinhe River, this place has become the residence of many free ship girls. They live along the river. The most happening thing here every day is not that the boys in Bamalia express their love to the girls, but that they have not had time in the future. If you express it, you will be thrown into the river by these beautiful girls.

If it was in other places, because of the existence of the ship girl, after expressing kindness or even love was rejected, they would probably choose to give up, but the Holy See of Iris... at least the men in Bamalia would not do this.

They pay attention to etiquette and respect for women, but on the other hand, they have the spirit of persistent pursuit of beautiful things. If it sounds nice, it is called perseverance, but if it sounds ugly, it is called stalking.

But even so, the Qinhe Riverside still attracts countless shipwives to come and live, and scenes of throwing people are still staged every day, and it still becomes the most enviable romantic place in Bamalia.

Sightseeing downstream from the majestic Kelun Bridge, there are small villas with white walls and red tiles on both sides of the road, most of which are built on two floors. trees.

The sun shines through the gaps in the treetops, and there are visible dust floating in the air, and criss-cross spots are scattered on the ground paved with bluestone slabs. The morning sun dispels the slight coolness in the air.

Walking along this road and staying under the shade of the trees, the girl held a loaf of bread in a paper bag in her arms, enjoying the comfort of the morning breeze.

It was brighter earlier than usual, or in other words, maybe I slept in for a while today. The girl looked sideways at the sparkling light refracted from the distant river surface. As the river wind blows, the surging stars are dotted It shines with a dreamlike brilliance, like the white fluorescent light dancing on the music score, shining and charming.

Gently lifting the blond hair by the ear, the peaceful scene of stopping to look at it was broken by the clear and crisp cry from afar.

"Sister Joan of Arc!"

Da da da da sound of footsteps from far to near.

"Sister Joan of Arc~" With huge twintails swaying in the air, the girl quickly ran to Joan of Arc, with a youthful and lively smile on her face.

"Reckless, are you up so early?" Joan of Arc smiled, "I used to sleep in."

"Hee hee~ She was actually woken up by Forban. She and Kaixuan had morning exercises and insisted on dragging me."

"So you sneaked out?"

"Hey~" Reckless scratched his head in embarrassment, "Sister Joan of Arc, let me get it for you."

Joan of Arc smiled and did not refuse, she naturally knew that Recklessness was trying to avoid Forbin's questioning by helping her.

Handing the bread in her arms to Reckless, Joan of Arc asked, "Where's your novel? Have you finished it?"

"Oh~ it's still far away." Reckless sighed, "Obviously, I wrote it quite smoothly before, but recently I got stuck, and I can't write anymore when I get stuck in one place."

"Then let Emil teach you."

"Emil won't either. She doesn't write now. The previous editor didn't look for her, but me, but I feel that writing is much more difficult than I imagined." It seemed very interesting to watch Emil write in the past. Every day Hulala could write a lot of words, but after Emil stopped writing, Lulu felt it was a pity so he took over. After all, the sales volume alone could bring them a lot of income.

You don’t need to go out to work, you don’t need to accept entrusted tasks, you just need to sit in your room and write and write, and you can spend your free time other than writing. Is there a better job than this?

I thought so at first, but ah, after I actually wrote it, Lu Lu realized that writing a novel is really too difficult!

It's good that the writing is smooth, but if it's Calvin, a plot can be stuck for a long time, and the head will explode.

Hearing the reckless complaint, Joan of Arc wondered, "Where did you write it?"

"Well, it's just... it's nothing. Didn't Emil say that after the adventure is finished, there will be no stories to write? Then I thought to myself, thinking that the commander came back to find us. The following stories are all in the What happened in the tutelary mansion."

"This is very good. There are many stories that can be written just about the story of the tutelary mansion." Joan of Arc nodded slightly.

"Yes, yes." Lu Ruo's original plan was to write the plot to the guardian mansion, and then there are many warship girls in the guardian mansion, right?If each ship girl appeared again, wouldn't it be able to write a long, long story?

She thought so, and wrote so.

"However, every day is a trivial matter, and the editor said a few days ago that it can't be dull all the time, readers will not buy it."

"Then what should I do?" Joan of Arc thought to herself, in the tutelary mansion, besides the ordinary daily things, is there anything else?

After thinking for a while, she said, "Then you can write about expedition missions, commissions and exercises, and haven't you experienced many large-scale battles with Sirens before? Intersperse these in it, and it won't look too plain."

"I've already written those." Reckless grinned, "It's because of those, otherwise how would I survive these two months of drafting?"

"That's right, Emil hasn't written for a long time."

"Yeah, I've finished writing these things. In fact, I have a lot to write about the daily life of the town guard's mansion alone, but!"

"but?"

A light flashed in Reckless' eyes.

"The editor said, since there are so many ship girls in the life in the town guard's mansion, it is impossible for some ordinary and warm things to happen every day, right? There is also the legendary Shura field, I wrote it, and then, she It should be said that there should be plots where the commander is squeezed by the ship's mother, these are what the readers want to see the most."

"The commander was squeezed by the ship's mother?" Joan of Arc froze for a moment, not understanding it.

Reckless looked left and right, then leaned close to Joan of Arc's ear and whispered a few words: "That's that...beep beep beep..."