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" Hurry up and sweep, or you won't get any food." Shooting Fish waved a willow branch in hand, standing tall with a somewhat imposing demeanor.
"All these bad people just know how to bully me." Holding a broom, Amethyst muttered while sweeping the fallen leaves on the ground, "I am a deity; how can I be made to do such lowly work?"
This was the fifth day since Chuyang and his group arrived at the New Guard Headquarters. At this point, the desolate scene from their arrival had vanished.
The once weathered exterior walls had been repainted, and all the broken window panes had been replaced with new ones. Even the wooden window frames were painted in festive red. The weeds and fallen leaves on the ground had all been cleared away, giving the entire Naval Base a refreshed appearance.
As for Amethyst, who was sweeping, that was her own doing.
If it weren't for Loli being unreliable, would everyone have been so busy tidying up for so many days? They even had to spend money hiring people to paint the walls and windows and install glass. Moreover, those window panes were not broken due to aging over time; they were all shattered by Amethyst, this Brat, using slingshots and similar things.
Thus, based on Chuyang's suggestion, everyone voted to impose a week-long cleaning duty on Amethyst at the Naval Base, with Shooting Fish supervising.
Of course, everyone was just joking; they only wanted her to learn a lesson. If they truly relied on Loli to clean the Naval Base, it would probably be too late.
"Admiral, when are you planning to go to Rongcheng to pick up the company?" After putting down her mop and wiping her forehead with a corner of her towel, Lexington asked. "The New Year is coming soon, and Bluefin Tuna and Shooting Fish have been clamoring to go to Rongcheng these past few days."
"Admiral, what's wrong? Do I have something on my face?" Seeing Chuyang just walk in and stare at her blankly, a hint of shyness flashed across Lexington's face.
"No, I just wanted to ask who you learned that outfit and those movements from?" Chuyang felt somewhat speechless.
Can you imagine a goddess-like woman with stunning beauty and elegant demeanor appearing before you like a rural woman, wearing a headscarf and casually wiping sweat with it while working? If you can, then you understand how Chuyang felt at that moment.
Of course, this is not to say that Chuyang looked down on rural women; his family had been poor farmers for eight generations. He himself was born and raised in such an environment and often caught fish in rivers or climbed trees for bird nests as a child. In his distant memories, many rural women, including his mother, would often make gestures like Lexington when working hard under the scorching sun during harvest season. Therefore, he was not unfamiliar with this action; on the contrary, it felt quite familiar.
But how should he put it? The elegance simply did not match! When rural women did this, it looked very natural; when Lexington did it, it just seemed awkward.
"Admiral, is something wrong? On the way here, many women in the fields outside the car window did this; they looked very simple and unadorned. Is that not good?" Lexington asked curiously.
You should know that she had put considerable effort into practicing this gesture; naturally, her expressions were spot-on. It's just that since she couldn't find such a headscarf, she could only use a brand-new towel as a substitute.
"Shouldn't the Admiral praise her for being virtuous and managing the household well? Why does she have that expression?"
"Simple and plain, yet you wear a full set of custom-made top-tier clothing and want to discuss this with me. Impressive and powerful."
"There's nothing wrong; you continue."
"Out of place." Just as Richelieu walked in from outside, she made her judgment.
"Admiral, you're deliberately trying to make a fool of me." After whispering to Richelieu, Lexington pulled off the towel from her head and looked somewhat resentfully at Chuyang, who was leisurely sipping tea at the desk.
"You wanted it that way; it has nothing to do with me."
"Admiral, don't think you'll be sleeping in my bed tonight."
"That's fine; I'll go to Richelieu's."
"Admiral, um, my relatives are visiting today."
"I..."
"Jaja will sleep with me tonight."
"......"
After some laughter, the three returned to serious matters.
"...Regarding the company, I happen to have a performance review in Rongcheng tomorrow, so I can conveniently bring her back."
Although the military commander of a Battle Zone doesn't actually have jurisdiction over various Naval Bases within the area, it's still necessary to communicate with the higher-ups upon arriving.
"So who is the Admiral planning to take tomorrow?"
"Just Bluefin Tuna and Shooting Fish! Those two kids have been to the company many times before; they know their way around. Who else could I take?"
"Admiral." Although Richelieu did not say anything, her watery eyes spoke volumes.
Despite her icy demeanor that kept others at bay, even more serious than Prince of Wales, Richelieu was, as Saratoga put it, a charming vixen who could be playful and affectionate in private.
"Admiral, I have a few acquaintances in Rongcheng. Since we're back, we should pay them a visit," Lexington's reasoning sounded quite convincing.
While Naval Base had not yet officially taken over specific affairs, she could still accompany the Admiral outside. Once Naval Base got into full swing, her role as Secretary Ship would leave her with little opportunity to go out.
"Brother-in-law, I want to go to Rongcheng too." Leading Kirov, Isuzu moved several pieces of furniture just unloaded from the car into the office. Saratoga clapped her hands as if brushing off nonexistent dust, snatched the teacup from Chuyang's hand, and drank it all in one go.
"We want to go too." The speaker was Carmicia, clearly just back from playing on the beach. She held a shell in her hand and was covered in sand, with Aviere following behind her.
"Sister, don't talk to the Admiral like that," Aviere tugged at Carmicia's clothes.
Despite being a young girl and having spent so much time together, the timid Kayo had become much more comfortable around Chuyang. However, Aviere still appeared weak and shy; often she seemed very reserved in front of Chuyang and didn't dare to speak.
"Everyone can go," Chuyang decided firmly.
It wouldn't do to leave anyone behind; he might as well take everyone along. Besides, this return felt like coming home in glory, so he should introduce the Fleet Girls to some old acquaintances.
However, he wondered how to handle the timid Aviere. It had been quite some time since he had touched her wings and tail, yet she remained so shy.
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