Journey with the Ship Girl

Nagashima opened his mouth to speak, but after thinking about it carefully, forget it, it's none of my business.

go to bed.

……

This morning, Bunker Hill got up, dressed, prepared to wash up, and went out for breakfast as usual. Both she and Shangri-La had strict personalities and would not oversleep.

The ship outfit of Bunker Hill, the owl, was squatting on the shelf in the bedroom, closing its eyes and dozing off. After seeing Bunker Hill woke up, it fluttered its wings casually, which was regarded as saying good morning.

In various senses, compared with others, his commander is definitely at a very good level. He gathered so many ship girls at a young age and guarded a fairly wide sea area.

The commanders and ship girls in the entire area C know that the lighthouse port area is very powerful, but they only know that the lighthouse port area has a heavy attack mission. In their eyes, the lighthouse port area that can guard the sea area is a powerful port area. In fact, there is no force at all. If you attack with all your strength, there is no doubt that you will have no problem dealing with a few sirens.

Such an excellent commander, in a way, is actually very wicked. Lolicon is probably the same, but not all of them. After all, he controls everything. Lolita and Yujie are completely ok.Bunker Hill believed in the reason for his bad taste, and his own ship, the owl, was named Sand Sculpture No. [-].

What the hell is that name.

I was a little confused before, why is it a sand sculpture, why is it number three?For this reason, I asked the seniors of the company specifically, and the company told her with a suppressed smile, because there were three eagles in the port area before, the cold little eagle, the sand sculpture Reaper, and the sand sculpture No. [-] who was also a sand sculpture.

Deferred from this, the owl of Bunker Hill is of course Sand Sculpture No. [-].

At that time, with a sullen face and no expression, Bunker Hill was quite speechless, and there was a little Bunker Hill in his heart, jumping around and beeping loudly: Hey, what sand sculpture No. [-], my eagle has a proper name!

Just don't take that weird name!

Quietly opened the door to look at the opposite bedroom. Before Shangri-La moved, Bunker Hill closed the door again and looked at his owl coldly.

The owl felt something, and immediately raised its head, staring at Bunker Hill with round eyes, is it coming again?Come on, I'm listening.

Bunker Hill murmured in his heart for a while, the vile commander made a final decision, there was no way to resist, everyone in the port area called you Shadiao No. [-].

However, we can bear the burden of humiliation, but we must never forget our own name, the name I personally gave you.

The owl nodded vigorously, come on, you can call.

It was a name that even Shangri-La didn't know, it was truly top secret, Bunker Hill sullenly walked forward a few steps, lowered his voice, lowered his voice again.

"Eagle!"

The owl nodded solemnly.

"Eagle?"

Owl flaps its wings.

"Eagle."

There is a dazzling light in the owl's round little eyes, I know, I remember, this is my name!

It's not Sand Sculpture No. [-], my name is Ying Ying!

Bunker Hill himself gave it the name!

A big event was routinely accomplished, and Bunker Hill was content.

In fact, she had just moved to the port area, and she slept with Shangri-La in the first period of time.They are all Essex-level sisters, so Bunker Hill doesn't matter. Shangri-La likes to talk to others before going to bed. She said that it feels more like sisters in the port area, so Bunker Hill slept with her.

Later, I felt like I didn’t call Yingying Ying’s name every day, and I kept chanting in my heart, but I couldn’t say it in front of Shangri-La, so they separated into two bedrooms to sleep.

Bunker Hill completed the daily tasks that only he knew, and went out to wash up contentedly. Shangri-La came out after a while, without glasses, with a sleepy look.

"Morning, Miss Bunker Hill."

"Morning, didn't you sleep well?"

"Well, last night I read the diary I wrote before, and I accidentally went to bed late."

Shangri-La slapped a handful of water on the face, and Bunker Hill said coldly: "Are you mentally okay? I think I will attack today." She really wanted to show her concern, but for some reason, her words were always emotionless.

Bunker Hill always speaks in the same tone, and Shangri-La has long been used to it. She patted her face, water splashed, and said vaguely: "It's okay, I'm just a little sleepy, just go for a walk."

Bunker Hill nodded and stopped talking. The day before yesterday, the commander taught herself to learn to smile more. She decided to practice it every day in the future, and today is no exception.The two sinks in the bathroom were put together, and there was a mirror on the wall in front of him. Bunker Hill faced the mirror, trying to easily raise the corners of his mouth.

But no matter how you look at it, it seems to be sneering.

Hold the corner of the mouth with your fingers and twist it, oh, it's even more exaggerated than before, as if mocking.

At this time, Shangri-La suddenly muttered: "I will eat an extra egg for breakfast later. I may be a little tired recently. When I didn't wake up just now, I always seemed to hear someone screaming... oh , how could you have such a dream?"

Bunker Hill didn't hold back all of a sudden, and the corner of his mouth twitched, which turned into a smirk.

Shangri-la didn't wear glasses, so she could see clearly at this distance. She choked up at the time: "Cough! Sister Bunker Hill, are you practicing smiling again? Restart, first restart."

"Oh." Bunker Hill returned to his expressionless face.

Shangri-La had no doubts at all, and sighed sympathetically: "Sister Bunker Hill, if you really can't do it, you won't practice. The commander is just kind, I don't know how difficult it is for you to practice. Sigh, Sister Bunker Hill is also under pressure." Ah, I really want to shoulder a little for you."

After thinking about it, Shangri-La muttered again: "But I seem to be a little stressed recently, and I dreamed that someone was chirping, let's forget it."

Bunker Hill picked up the towel expressionlessly and covered his face all at once.

Chapter 65 Who is seducing my Ying Ying?

Today, as usual, Bunker Hill is ready to go to the pier after breakfast. I used to feel that I have enough practice and can thrive on the front line. As a result, I can only be regarded as the bottom in the port area. Therefore, the practice of carrier-based aircraft cannot be left behind.

...That's what they say, everyone says that.

In fact, there is also a slightly trivial other reason, that is, Bunker Hill doesn't know what to do.If you don't attack, you have time to read and rest, and you don't have to worry about your future life. You still have a lot of time left. What should you do?