Azur Lane Under the Stars

Knocked on the door, but no one answered. The monarch was taken aback for a moment, and then suddenly remembered that Hood is the secretary ship, and he should be working at this time.

So she was a little discouraged and wanted to leave, but a voice stopped her: "Monarch?"

The monarch looks back, it is the enterprise.

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"Really... Are you a little confused and don't know what to give the commander?" Enterprise took the monarch to his room, poured a cup of tea for the monarch, and understood the ins and outs.

The monarch blushed a little: "Yes, some don't know what to do."

The company is also a little embarrassed: "I don't know how to give gifts... My gift is the advice given to me by my sister York City."

The monarch was a little discouraged: "Then what should I do..."

Enterprise's purple eyes moved slightly.Suggested: "Why don't you ask other people? You don't have to directly ask them to help you as a staff member. You can ask them what they sent, and then use it as a reference for yourself."

The monarch thought about it seriously, felt it was feasible, and said gratefully: "Thank you, Enterprise."

"No... nothing to thank..." Enterprise scratched his face, a little embarrassed.

The monarch is an activist. After bidding farewell to the enterprise, he is ready to ask other people.

Halfway on the way, she suddenly remembered that the company was just here, why didn't she ask her first.

The monarch was a little annoyed and made a mistake.

Gently tossing her long crimson hair, she pulled herself together and decided to ask the next ship girl she met.

Then she met George V.

1 mud horses galloped by in the monarch's heart, but he still reluctantly called out: "Joe, George V!"

George V paused, and then saw the monarch who was calling her. Then she was shocked, and even wiped her eyes with the handkerchief she carried with her, as if she was afraid of hallucinations.

Young birthday!The monarch will take the initiative to talk to me!

If you go back and let Wales know about this, it will probably make her envious for a long time. With such wild thoughts, George V is close to the monarch.

"Why did you call me suddenly, my dear sister?"

George V was wearing a luxurious plush cloak. Under the cloak was elegant aristocratic clothing. With her hands on her hips and the saber at her waist, she looked a bit heroic.

The monarch endured wildly. If she hadn't asked her for a while, she would have used her main cannon to tell this little guy, who is the elder sister, and let her know how much she owed her performance just now. beat.

Also, this is in the port area, you are wearing such fancy clothes, are you really a man?Don't you feel bad?

The monarch tightened the black windbreaker on his body, it wasn't cold anyway, as long as he didn't wear short sleeves in winter like a fool, he could wear whatever was comfortable.

She reluctantly asked: "What gift have you prepared for the commander?"

George V became a little puzzled, and then seemed to understand something, clapped his palms, and said, "Ah! I see, you must not know how to give the commander a gift and then... vomit!"

The monarch was expressionless and punched George V in the abdomen almost with all his strength. Sure enough, it was a mistake to ask this bastard.

So she turned around and left, ignoring the little expert who was beaten and knelt on the ground and retched while facing the sister ship.

After George V's lessons learned, the monarch has become more cautious in choosing candidates... At least he has excluded a lot of little guys. After all, even she can figure out what the little guy will give with her toes.

For example, Ford, afraid of trouble, probably just picked one of the things he had and gave it away. I guess Nicholas was still the same as before, wrapping himself in a gift and hugging him, and then fell asleep.

But these are not important, what is important is that she has not made any progress yet.

Then she saw St. Louis, thought for a while, and felt that this candidate was reliable, so she stepped forward with her slender thighs and rushed up.

"Ask me what gift I have prepared for the commander?" St. Louis tapped his chin with his slender fingers, "Well... how should I put it, I feel that it has no reference value for you..."

In a word, it highlights the difference between high and low emotional intelligence.

Low EQ: No way, no way?You haven't prepared a gift yet?

High EQ: It has no reference value for you.

The monarch didn't realize that the blow was coming, and he still asked: "Tell me, at least let me refer to it."

St. Louis said: "Well, I'm just going to give the commander a watch... After all, as a successful man, how can he not have a good watch?"

The monarch faintly felt something was wrong: "Can I ask what kind of watch it is?"

St. Louis just wanted to explain, and then remembered that the monarch didn't understand some luxury brands, types, etc., so he simply told her in an easy-to-understand way:

"I can't remember exactly what it's called. Anyway, the price is about the same as the sports car I gave the commander."

The monarch was expressionless: "Farewell."

Then he turned around and left, feeling a little sad in his heart, is this a big dog?It's so outrageous, I can't even afford it after selling myself... Ah no, it seems that if I sell this set of equipment on my body, it's still more than enough...

Then the monarch stared deeply at the general and spare equipment in his ship's space, which glowed with golden and colored light.

Then she suddenly realized, no, no, what are you thinking, Monarch, this is your commander, the person you love best entrusted to you, and did not let you guard his power, what are you thinking!

Then, following George V, she understood another truth, that she should not use the worth of local tyrants in the port area as a reference.

So she ignored Honolulu who was passing by.

In this way, the monarch once again embarked on the road of inquiry.

"Cleveland, what are you going to send?"

"Money tree! Hehehe, this is a potted plant that I cultivated carefully."

"Helena...forget it, the list you gave, I bought it in St. Louis, right, I understand."

"Mainz, this is... a coffee set? Well, you can refer to it..."

"Dafeng, are you preparing to..."

"Ah, it's Miss Sovereign, I'm... ah!!!!!!"

"Big Phoenix! Surprise!"

The monarch sighed, well, I can't ask.

"Eh? Me?" Shentong laughed, "I carved a sandalwood chess set and chessboard for the commander myself."

"My lord, are you struggling with what to give?" Mikasa proudly showed off her gift...

A coquettish pig doll with a head like a hair dryer...

The monarch and Shentong glanced at each other, looking at the confident Mikasa with her hips on her hips, she couldn't help but smile wryly, the aesthetics of Mikasa's senbei is still as unpredictable as ever...

"Actually, the most important thing about what to give is your heart. What do you think can best express your heart? You can just give that one, no matter how big or small, whether it is expensive or cheap, it doesn't matter."

The monarch fell into contemplation, looked at the monarch's pensive appearance, smiled without saying a word, quietly took Mikasa senbei and left... and took the pink pig by the way.

The monarch's gaze was confused from the beginning, then became a little shy, and finally gradually turned into firmness...

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At this time, the secretary is at the tea party.

Because the commander was away, the secretary ships chatted about the approaching Christmas and presents.

"What have you prepared?" My wife asked softly, lying on the table.

Tirpitz pulled down the brim of his hat. For some reason, a trace of guilt flickered in his eyes: "Secret..."

My wife asked: "Hey, let's talk about it, I won't say it."

The brim of Tirpitz's hat was pulled lower by her. If this was said, the scene would probably be so surprised that it exploded.

But looking at the light of curiosity flickering in my wife's beautiful eyes, Tirpitz felt a little overwhelmed.

Hud Tirpitz cleared the siege: "Okay, people don't want to say it, so they will naturally say it if they can, so don't ask too much... But it seems that Tirpitz just wanted to surprise the commander."

Tirpitz glanced at Hood gratefully. Hood is a good man. I will help you bully your sister in the boudoir...

My wife turned to look at Hood: "Then Hood, what do you mean, can you say it? Then tell me? I'm curious."

Hood seemed to see through everything: "I don't think you're curious. You don't know what to give, so you came to us to find inspiration?"

My wife sat up straight with some embarrassment: "Hey, I was discovered by you."

Hood said generously: "There is nothing I can't say. I created a short story featuring me and the commander as the protagonists, and a love poem, which I plan to give to the commander."

She is not afraid to say that these two self-created things are completely impossible to be duplicated, and DIY things are always unique.

My wife's eyes lit up first, and then she felt a little distressed. It's only been a few days, and I can't DIY something good...

"What about you in Yorktown?" my wife asked.

York City looked out the window, with his hand hidden under the table, he reached into the ship's space and caressed a small box, and said meaningfully, "I've already started knitting scarves for the commander."

My wife is deflated yet again, and this is yet another DIY bigwig.

My wife still didn't give up, and put her expectant eyes on the last person: "Yixian, what have you prepared?"

Yixian smiled: "A book."

"Book?" My wife and Hood were curious and interested.

As a book lover, Hood couldn't help but ask, "What book?"

Yixian smiled: "An ancient book."

Hood became more interested: "The Book of Songs? Or what? Let me see it when you have time?"

Yixian declined politely: "Go to the commander and ask for it, I'm going to give it to him."

It is estimated that after the commander reads that book, he will not show it to Hood, but sooner or later he will ask you to practice it. After all, practice brings true knowledge...

My wife felt even more uncomfortable, each one of them was either made by herself, or she didn't have it... What should I do?

Then she randomly scanned the office, saw the corner, and suddenly came to inspiration...

Well, when the time comes, it is absolutely feasible to send this!

My wife set a target, her eyes flickered slightly, as if she saw the commander's satisfaction.

Chapter 170 Three Nagato!What are you doing Nagato!

Christmas Eve is the eve before Christmas and also another name for Christmas Eve.

For some Christians, this is a special day, but for Jianniang and Ren Shuo, it is just a festival for celebration and joy.

Oh yes, you can also receive gifts.

As the biggest festival in the West, although it is not New Year's Day, it is also a festival that symbolizes reunion.

So besides being happy, Ren Shuo was also a little bit worried, worried about the ship girl who hadn't returned home, as the saying goes, "I think about my hometown tonight, and the Ming Dynasty will be another year..."

Cough cough, just kidding, it is impossible for Ren Shuo to have gray hair in his life, unless he dyes his hair himself.

Ren Shuo looked at the snow scene outside the window. Although it was covered with snow, in the courtyard of heavy cherry blossoms, one after another cherry blossom tree was in full bloom.

He said with emotion: "No matter how many times I look at it, the open cherry blossom forest on Nagato's side is still so pleasing to the eye..."

Beside him, Nagato was dressed in palace attire, sitting upright, with a huge guardian fox behind him. Hearing her commander's emotion, she just smiled slightly: "It's good that the commander likes it."

Ren Shuo didn't turn his head back: "Nagato, you can relax in front of me, don't be so serious, there is no one else."

Ren Shuo knew that Nagato was used to trying to put on a serious look in front of Shige Sakura, in order to use his aura to make up for his lack of figure.

Nagato blushed pretty, and stammered: "F-commander, what are you talking about, I, I didn't..."

Ren Shuo rubbed Nagato's fox ears, Nagato sobbed unexpectedly, and then almost buried his blushing pretty face into the hair of the shoumen.

He said: "Okay, my memory has recovered. I don't know what kind of boat you are? Why? We haven't seen each other for so long, and you have become estranged with me?"

"No, no...just, I'm a little embarrassed..." Nagato whispered with a slightly red face.

Ren Shuo turned his head slightly, and said with a smile, "Okay, there's nothing to be embarrassed about, our Shinko Sakura is also a girl, isn't she?"

Nagato muttered: "You still know that I'm a girl, but I don't see you treating me as a girl in terms of men and women..."

Ren Shuo felt Nagato's resentful gaze, and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed: "Isn't it, are you afraid that the gendarmerie will come to you..."

Nagato's eyes lit up: "It's okay, the gendarmerie can't beat our Minato area."

Ren Shuo looked away, it was difficult to resist Nagato's eyes that suddenly changed from resentment to gleaming, and he forced an excuse: "But you are still young..."

"As one of Sakura's flagships and the god's son of Sakura, I am no longer young, at least I am of legal age for marriage."

But your figure doesn't match!I don't want to go out and be arrested as a pervert!

Seeing Ren Shuo's embarrassing look, Nagato's lively wagging tail and erect ears suddenly drooped limply, and he comforted himself with some reluctance: