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In the beginning, there was only Firefly at the Naval Base. Under the Admiral's orders, she cautiously set out and was the first to bring back Sister Omaha. It seemed that every time she went out, she could fish out those Fleet Girls who had been defeated and freed from their resentful bindings. What were they called again? It seemed like Blizzard, or maybe Walker! Well, Firefly couldn't quite remember. In any case, they were all little Destroyers like her.
At that time, everyone was carefully clearing out the Deep Sea Shipgirls around the Naval Base. Just as they were about to complete their mission, they encountered a small squad of Deep Sea Shipgirls, and their flagship was surprisingly strong, completely unexpected for Firefly and the others. Fortunately, everyone worked together and ultimately defeated them. Firefly clearly remembered sinking the Deep Sea Flagship with her torpedoes; that was her second time earning MVP. The first time was when she first arrived at the Naval Base and went out alone on her first mission—needless to say, she was definitely the best. It seemed that all the subsequent MVPs were taken by Sister Omaha. In any case, they won that battle, but when they returned to the Naval Base exhausted, they found everything had changed dramatically.
How should I put it? You wouldn't expect a Naval Base with just a few Loli Destroyers and young Light Cruisers to be very clean. Besides, none of them knew how to do housework; usually, they only cleaned when the mess became unbearable, and even then it was more of a playful affair. So the environment at the Naval Base was quite messy.
However, when they returned to the Naval Base that day, everything felt refreshed. The fallen leaves and petals under the cherry blossom trees had been swept away, and the benches that were originally covered in bird droppings were now spotless. The tilted swing set had been straightened up, and between two parallel bars in the northwest corner of the square hung a long plastic rope strung up about seven or eight meters apart, filled with various clothes—those were their dirty clothes that hadn’t been washed yet but were now clean and exuded a faint scent of laundry soap.
But when Sister Omaha saw the pink panties hanging on the drying rack, her face turned bright red.
Indeed! The Admiral must have returned as well; but why was Sister Omaha so shy?
It was just the Admiral helping her wash her underwear! What was there to be embarrassed about? Well! She decided that she would wear ** from now on and let the Admiral wash them for her. Firefly thought to herself.
Not only was the outside cleaned up, but even their dormitory had been tidied up meticulously. Stuffed toys, building blocks, car models, and other children's toys that were scattered everywhere had been put into storage cabinets in the corners. The bed that had been a mess with crumpled blankets and several pairs of socks thrown about was now neatly arranged; the pink comforter was folded at the head of the bed with a pillow and blue pillowcase on top. The floor that had been littered with sunflower seed shells and various snack wrappers was now spotless thanks to mopping.
At that moment, everyone thought how nice it was to have an Admiral! They felt truly happy. However, the person who came to the Naval Base was not the Admiral.
Because none of them could cook, they had been eating instant noodles for quite some time or sandwiches made by Sister Omaha with two slices of bread and a hot dog sausage—dubbed an American "hot dog." But that day, delicious aromas wafted from the kitchen.
There were rich meaty scents, fresh fish and shrimp aromas, along with fragrant vegetables; in short, all sorts of delightful smells mixed together filled the entire corridor.
When they rushed into the kitchen following the scent, they saw a big sister, Lexington. Later, they learned that she was an Aircraft Carrier Ship Girl.
At that time, Lexington had her long flaxen hair tied up with a rubber band on top of her head. She wore a gray crew neck shirt and faded jeans, with an apron wrapped around her waist. She stood by the stove, holding a spatula and stirring eggs. When she noticed them at the kitchen door, Lexington turned her head and smiled at them.
"Mom's smile," Firefly thought to herself. Although as a Fleet Girl she didn't have a mother, Firefly just knew that if she did, it would look like this.
As memories overlapped with reality, Firefly gently broke free from Chuyang's embrace and ran towards Lexington.
"Do you know her?" Ye Zhengyang poked Chuyang with his finger, looking somewhat frustrated. It was he who had approached her earlier, and unexpectedly, for the first time since he started trying to flirt with a Fleet Girl, he was directly rejected. The frustration in his heart was hard to describe.
"Yeah, I know her," Chuyang replied. To say he knew her was true; it was just a brief encounter! As for how Ye Zhengyang understood it, that was none of his business. Besides, he finally figured out why he felt a sense of familiarity when he first saw her. Lexington was the first Aircraft Carrier he obtained while playing games; for a long time, she served as his flagship and firmly occupied the main interface of the game. The person before him now was just the three-dimensional version of Lexington from the game, aside from her different clothing!
"Tch." Ye Zhengyang scoffed dismissively. He wasn't blind; if he couldn't see the ring sparkling on Lexington's left ring finger in the sunlight, then he really should gouge out his own eyes.
A married Fleet Girl? Even if Chuyang knew her, at best they were just ordinary friends. He probably couldn't be better off than someone who didn't know her at all; what was there to be proud of?
But that was Lexington! The so-called all-around wife, Mrs. Lexington! Back in the 1980s and earlier, although various large ships were not as abundant as today, there were still many more than now. Even so, Lexington remained an extremely rare Fleet Girl back then. In today's era, being an Aircraft Carrier Ship Girl like Lexington is even rarer; worldwide, there wouldn't be more than a handful. Regardless of the era—white-haired, silver-haired, black-haired, blonde—Elder Sister types, young girl types, loli types (of course legal lolis). No matter how their appearances changed, without a doubt they were all great helpers for Admirals and virtuous wives for men. As long as there was a Lexington in the Naval Base, an Admiral wouldn't have to worry about anything; he could just relax while his wife took care of everything.
It's just too bad she's already married! It's really frustrating.
On the other side, after finally calming down the loli who had rushed into her arms and cried out loud, Lexington held back the tears in her eyes and asked, "Firefly, how is the Admiral? Is everyone doing well?"
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