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If there is one thing that is most abundant in this world, it is undoubtedly the African War God and HMS Renown. Although they look different and have vastly different personalities, in the eyes of most Admirals, Reputation is a Fleet Girl who can dodge attacks during the day, possesses high intelligence in night battles, excels in map clearing without getting stuck, and can defeat flagship enemies.
Similarly, there was also a Reputation present in Lexington's former Naval Base. However, to some extent, Lexington did not wish for the Admiral to find Reputation back so soon, as this particular Reputation was exceptionally capable.
Not to mention her combat prowess, in daily life, Reputation truly lived up to her title as head maid; she was indeed an omniscient and omnipotent Fleet Girl who could handle any task at the Naval Base. When it came to household chores, even Bismarck, known for her meticulousness, could find no fault with her. She was also an excellent cook, surpassing Lexington in culinary skills, and when acting as Secretary Ship, she could organize various tasks meticulously. Moreover, her personality was incredibly gentle, likely always accommodating the Admiral's wishes. Additionally, she had a younger sister named Counterattack, who served as a maid at the Naval Base. Therefore, at the Naval Base, Lexington regarded Reputation as her greatest rival—the only Fleet Girl who could potentially threaten her position as Secretary Ship and matriarch.
If that were the case, it seemed that the Admiral would need to buy more rings. However, considering the situation of most Fleet Girls who had lost their Admiral, perhaps everyone at the Naval Base was still waiting somewhere in the world for the Admiral's return. In that case, those rings would indeed seem insufficient.
However, thinking about these things now might be a bit premature. She had been to many places over the years and met numerous Fleet Girls but had yet to encounter any former companions. Who knew when she would be able to bring everyone back to the Naval Base?
"Madam, what are you thinking about?" Seeing Lexington still lost in thought in the passenger seat upon arrival, Chuyang couldn't help but feel curious.
"Nothing much, Admiral. You mustn't be too fickle in the future," Lexington smiled gently as she got out of the car.
Regardless of what the future held, they were once the Admiral's Fleet Girls; if possible, Lexington hoped they would continue to be so. Therefore, whether it was Reputation, who posed a significant threat to her position or South Dakota, who once tried to steal her ring, Lexington genuinely wanted to bring them all back—not for any other reason but for this man beside her, her beloved Admiral.
"Fickle?" Chuyang looked confused. To be honest, he still couldn't quite understand why Lexington wanted to buy so many rings. Perhaps he guessed a little of it; however, this was reality and not a game where one could simply give rings to anyone they wished. Besides that, Chuyang felt quite content having such a virtuous wife like Lexington; he truly no longer desired anything else. A life together with one person had always been his wish! So he really wasn't fickle. Yet thinking about Saratoga made him realize that having sisterly bonds could also be quite appealing...
The Photo Booth was located on an old street lined with ancient trees next to downtown. Compared to the bustling main street filled with people and vehicles, this area undoubtedly had far fewer pedestrians and cars.
The rows of sycamore trees planted along both sides of the street formed a dense canopy overhead that obscured the sky. The warm midday sunlight filtered through the already bare branches and cast mottled shadows on the cobblestone path below.
The ancient trees and old streets, filled with the flavor of time, along with the leisurely pedestrians, made the entire block stand in stark contrast to the fast-paced life outside in Rongcheng.
After getting off the car, Chuyang and his two companions walked towards a small two-story wooden building with a sign that read "Zhang's Photography Studio."
Pushing open the wooden door, which was adorned with large glass panes, they were greeted by a hall of about fifty square meters. The three whitewashed walls were covered with frames of various sizes. On the right side wall, there was a backdrop for photography, and next to it stood a tripod holding an old black camera. Directly opposite the door was a glass counter containing bags for holding photographs and other items.
A girl with a single ponytail and wearing a long-sleeved plaid shirt was focused on the counter, carefully cutting already developed photos. When Chuyang and his friends entered, she looked up and smiled sweetly, saying, "Chuyang, senior! Are you here to pick up your photos?"
"You know me?" Chuyang asked, puzzled. Anyone who called him senior must be a student from Rongcheng Naval Academy, but he couldn't recall ever seeing this girl before.
"Of course! Chuyang is the Fighting Champion of our school; how could I not know you?" The girl's eyes sparkled with admiration.
Although humans couldn't intervene in the battles between Fleet Girls and Deep Sea Shipgirls, in some sense, an Admiral could be considered a soldier. Being too weak physically wouldn't do, so Rongcheng Naval Academy offered physical training classes specifically for Admiral Branch students, taught by experienced Fleet Girl instructors. However, for most students who had their own Fleet Girls, no matter how hard they trained, they would still be easily defeated by their own Fleet Girls with just a finger. This led to a general lack of interest in physical training among students. The academy turned a blind eye to this situation as long as students weren't sickly; thus, Chuyang managed to become the Fighting Champion of the academy. Otherwise, there were many male students who were much stronger than him; even if he trained hard, he likely wouldn't have stood out. But to be fair, given Chuyang's current skills, he could handle three or five ordinary men without any problem.
"But why haven't I seen you at the academy? Are you from the previous class?" Chuyang asked in confusion. Although he wasn't very social at school and couldn't even name many classmates from his own year, there were only about four hundred students across three grades at Rongcheng Naval Academy. Excluding third-year students who were out on internships, there were just over two hundred students normally on campus. If the girl was only one year below him, he should have seen her around. But he had no recollection of her at all; the only possibility left was that she had just joined as a student in the 19th class last year.
"No, I'm just one year below you; I just don't go to school very often," she said, her expression slightly dimming.
"Admiral." Just as Chuyang was about to ask why, he was gently tugged by Lexington at his sleeve to stop him.
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