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However, what An Lun didn't expect was that in the face of his kind greeting, the other party asked aggressively:

"Let me ask you, are you the commander of South Dakota?"

Are you the head of the independent regiment? ?

The above is the first impression Aslan left on An Lun after he spoke.

PS:

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The following introduction:

Open your eyes, what is blinding my eyes?Xing Feng held his painful waist and sighed.

Once upon a time, I, Xing Feng, was such an upright person!Since coming here...

"Hey~~Commander~~Good morning kiss~~" The woman called Atago opened her eyes.

"Commander, good morning..." The woman named Chicheng opened the door of Xingfeng's room and saw such a scene.

"It's not what you think!! I just asked Atago to make tofu cubes!!"

Chapter 336. If you take my banana, you will be mine

To be honest, An Lun didn't really know how to answer this question.

In this world, there are not a few girls who inherit the name of the same prototype ship.

An Lun didn't know if the other party was talking about his own South Dakota.

No matter how you say it, he is still an old salty fish with a domineering boat. He really wants to find a boat girl he doesn't have. To be honest, it's still quite difficult.

However, considering that the other party came to ask on purpose, there should be no mistake.

After all, in this world, I have been "dead" for three years.During this period, it is not surprising that the girls of the family will meet some friends.

Maybe, South Dakota once talked about himself with this young commander who spoke like the head of the independent regiment?

Thinking of this, An Lun's mood also became high.

The person in front of him really has clues about South Dakota, maybe!

Of course, in order not to cause trouble, An Lun still asked tentatively first: "My friend, the South Dakota you mentioned, does she have healthy wheat-colored skin and a pair of beautiful yellow eyes. Long black eyes?" hair, always tied in braids, facial features somewhat Indian, and a figure of... the best South Dakota?"

"It's really you!"

Hearing An Lun describe the characteristics of the South Dakota teacher in such detail, Aslan immediately jumped out of Hood's arms.Full of anger, he walked towards the man.

However, as a mature commander, considering that there might still be some misunderstandings, Aslan suppressed his anger after all, and planned to see what this man had to say about this matter first.

If he really dared to say or do something that would hurt the teacher in South Dakota, even if he knew that he and Hood could not escape unscathed, he would definitely beat this man up.

however……

The reality seems to be very different from Aslan's imagination.

After hearing Aslan's words "It really is you", An Lun immediately danced with joy.

Not only was he as happy as an orangutan in heat, but he also picked up a banana and forcefully stuffed it into Aslan's hand: "Little brother, do you know South Dakota? It was South Dakota who asked you to come find me." Do you know where she is? If you take this banana, you are mine, and I tell you, you must take me to find her!"

"Eh?"

Aslan's head couldn't turn the corner for a moment.

This man doesn't seem to have done anything to offend South Dakota teacher?

As a commander, but also as a man.

Aslan could see that there was no way his appearance was an act.

A man's mouth, a lying ghost.

But a man's eyes are not deceiving.

This man, the sparkle in his eyes is pure and flawless, as if he has won the pure joy of his wife!

The last time Aslan saw this look, it was in himself in the mirror.

At that time, he had just successfully proposed to Hood.

But even so, there were still many doubts in Aslan's head.

"Sir, are you really... the commander of South Dakota?"

"Hey, little brother, it's true!" An Lun patted his chest, and pulled Aslan to sit down on the beach chair by the pool: "Also, little brother, what's your name? I Call me An Lun, you can just call me An Lun from now on. No need to add Mr., it’s too natural!"

"I, my name is Aslan Yamato." Faced with An Lun's enthusiasm, Aslan, who was already prepared to die, became a little at a loss: "Mr. An Lun...An Senior Lun just call me Aslan."

"Aslan, what a good name! It sounds like a ruthless guy who can drive a Gundam!"

"..." Aslan didn't quite understand what An Lun was saying, and didn't know how to respond, so he silently peeled off the banana that An Lun had stuffed for him before, and used it to block his mouth.

My mouth is blocked and I can't speak, you continue to—

"Aslan, then I'll ask directly." After understanding the subtext of Aslan's action, An Lun immediately asked anxiously: "You know where South Dakota is, right?"

No, it's weird!

Seeing An Lun's anxious look, Aslan frowned vigilantly.