Elder brother's garrison

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"Uh..." Xiaobai scratched his cheek, "Yes, that makes sense... So, what were you talking about in Missouri...?"

"Missouri heard from Senior Yixian that you, Admiral, once disguised yourself in the Chapter Sea, right?" Missouri asked with a smile.

"Uh... Yixian told you all about this..."

"Well, Missouri is the Admiral's wedding ship, and Senior Yixian only told Missouri about this because she thought it might be helpful to her." Missouri said as she walked to the more open floor of the room and gently raised her hand.

A flash of white light appeared.

A neatly folded array of clothes and accessories was arranged in front of Missouri.

"Missouri is here to help you, Admiral, change your image a little," Xiaobai said, looking up at him with a smile.

"Uh... changing my image... ah." Xiaobai stared blankly at the pile of clothes and accessories on the ground for a while, then smiled nostalgically, "You're right... it's quite necessary."

Xiao Bai silently scanned the clothes displayed in Missouri, and breathed a sigh of relief after not seeing any breast pads.

Missouri's comments about cross-dressing make a lot of sense, but as for breast pads, Xiaobai really thinks that one experience in her life is enough.

“Speaking of which, Missouri is indeed very good at dressing up, right?” Xiaobai recalled the time when Missouri dressed Hindenburg. “Then I’ll trouble you.”

“Okay, please leave it to Missouri.” Missouri nodded with a smile.

"Ah...right, speaking of which, Missouri, what kind of look are you going to give me?" Now that things had come to this, Xiaobai, who had experienced Missouri's skills before, was inexplicably looking forward to it. She grabbed two strands of her long hair and asked Missouri curiously, "What clothes and hairstyle are you going to give me, Missouri?"

What girl in this world doesn't like to dress up?

Xiaobai is the same.

The reason why she doesn't usually dress up much at the naval base is mainly because the time wasted on fancy outfits and ever-changing hairstyles is just too much trouble for her.

Just because a novice doesn't usually do this doesn't mean they don't like it.

Now, fashion icons like Missouri are actively requesting to change their attire.

Xiaobai definitely wouldn't refuse.

"It seems the Admiral is quite looking forward to it," Missouri said with a smile to Xiaobai.

"Really?" Xiaobai poked her finger sheepishly. "No, not really."

"..." Missouri smiled silently, squatted down, and rummaged through the clothes on the ground. "However, although the Admiral seems very happy, Missouri is still very sorry to have to inform the Admiral in advance that the Admiral is going to do something important on this trip, and the purpose of the disguise is to reduce exposure. Therefore, Missouri may not be able to choose any glamorous and dazzling outfits for the Admiral this time..."

"Huh? Really... So what are you going to prepare for me, Missouri?" Xiaobai was taken aback, looking at Missouri busy on the floor, and felt a little disappointed.

“This.” Missouri looked up, smiled at Xiaobai, then pulled a piece of clothing out of her clothes, shook it out, and displayed it in front of Xiaobai.

generous.

Simple.

Generous.

This is a sophisticated jacket.

It is a men's garment.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Time passes.

The sun gradually shone brightly on the earth.

The quiet village gradually brightened, and the streets in front of the inn were deserted.

Inside the hotel.

The ship girls from Xiaobai's family sat on the waiting sofa in the hotel lobby with Zara and Pompeii, chatting and eating breakfast bought by early risers, while waiting for Xiaobai.

The small village inn was only occupied by Xiaobai and Pompeii Zara's group of customers, and it was relatively quiet this morning.

Six o'clock in the morning.

We agreed on a time to go to Fish City before departure.

"Speaking of which, what time does your admiral usually get up?" Pompeii held a cup of warm soy milk, pouted and slurped a sip of the soup, glanced at the time, and asked Iowa and the others with some curiosity.

"The admiral? In my memory, the admiral always got up very early."

"How early?"

"Around 5 a.m.

"Eh... that's really early for humans." Pompeii nodded, glanced at the time, and paused for a moment at six o'clock. "Uh... but according to you, your admiral should have been awake by now, right?"

“That’s true… that should be the case.” Iowa and the others nodded.

"Is your admiral the type who likes to sleep in the most crucial moments?" Pompey asked curiously.

"Well... that shouldn't be it," the ship girls laughed.

"That's really strange," Pompeii muttered. "It's clearly time to leave, why haven't we arrived yet..."

Just as he finished muttering this, Pompeii looked up thoughtfully and glanced at the ship girls on the sofa.

The ship girls on the sofa include Iowa, Wisconsin, and Hindenburg.

"...Speaking of which, where's that beautiful ship girl next to you with big breasts and white hair?"

"Oh, is it Yamato-neechan? She always sleeps with the Admiral. Yamato-neechan likes to sleep in, so if the Admiral hasn't gotten up yet, she should be sleeping too."

"Oh... what about that other one, the one with big breasts, flaxen hair, who calls everyone 'senpai' and is a very pretty ship girl?"

“Ah, Missouri? As for her…” Iowa and Wisconsin exchanged a glance. “Although she doesn’t sleep with the Admiral, I didn’t see her when I woke up this morning.”

"Hmm...this seems rather suspicious..." Pompeii, holding the soy milk cup, stared at Iowa for a while before putting the cup down. "Well, since it's already time...can I go to your admiral's room and call her?"

"The Admiral doesn't have a bad temper when he gets out of bed, so it should be fine, but I'll still do this for you, sister..."

"No need, we'll be traveling together, won't we?" Pompeii smiled at Iowa, stood up, and walked towards the stairwell. "I'll go. Besides, that ship girl named Missouri... I always felt she was the type who would run away at the drop of a hat."

Pompeii waved to the ship girls on the sofa as he walked, approaching the stairwell.

then.

at this time.

With a series of light, shuffling footsteps, a black and white figure hurriedly darted out of the stairwell and bumped into Pompeii's arms with a thud.

Chapter 1329 Little White's Great Adventure

The ship girls are not always on high alert in their daily lives.

While Pompeii was talking to the ship girls, he wasn't paying much attention to his surroundings.

Pompeii's attention was still on the sofa in the living room until the shadow darted out from the stairwell and crashed into him with a thud.

"oops!"

Pompeii felt as if a squirrel in the jungle had kicked him in the chest, and he instinctively took two steps back.

The shadow that crashed into Pompeii's arms was bounced back by Pompeii's supple body.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I was in too much of a rush..."

"Sorry... I wasn't looking where I was going..."

Pompeii and Shadow spoke at the same time and looked at each other.

then.

With a "biu" sound.

The instant he saw the person in front of him, Pompeii felt a sudden tightness in his chest, as if he had been shot.

"Huh?!" Pompeii exclaimed in surprise.

There it was, the "little squirrel" that had just bumped into Pompeii's arms.

It turned out to be a rather exquisite and adorable little boy.

The little boy was wearing a slightly loose jacket and jeans that didn't quite show off his figure. His clean neck was fair and pink with a healthy blush. He wore a large black baseball cap on his small head, and his face under the cap was cute and delicate, with a timid look like a little animal, just like a little angel.

The little boy seemed a bit embarrassed by the collision, and he tried his best to pull his hat brim down to cover the blush on his face.

Do not know why.

The first time I saw this adorable little boy.

An inexplicable feeling of fondness and familiarity welled up from Pompeii's heart.

“Okay…” Pompeii opened his mouth and uttered a single word in a daze.

"Okay?" The child opposite Pompeii repeated the word curiously, just like Pompeii.

"So cute!"

"Alas?"

"Hehe, you're so cute! What's your name? Where are you from? Where are you from? Where are you going? Tell me about it! Where's your mom? Are you traveling? Where have you been? What fun things have you done? What do you like to eat? Let me hold your hand, okay?" Pompeii, as if injected with adrenaline, darted to the child, her eyes sparkling with hearts. She grabbed the child's soft, white hand, panting excitedly, and gently extended her other hand towards the child. "Did I bump into you and hurt you? I'm so sorry! Let me see you. Don't be scared, I won't do anything..."

Pompeii looked at the person in front of him with panting breaths, then gently cupped the child's face in his hands with affection, stroking the child's face as if petting a cat.

"Hmm? Hmm... Hmm!"

"Hehe, your face is so white and soft, just like a girl's!" Pompeii grinned foolishly, forgetting about what was happening to him, only thinking about rubbing the child's face to his heart's content.

Just now.

Another set of footsteps sounded at the top of the stairs.

"Admiral, please don't walk so fast. The hall is over there by the stairs, and you could easily bump into someone..." Missouri jogged down the stairs with light steps.

Missouri looked up towards the stairwell.

What catches the eye.

It was a scene where Pompeii, like a lovesick older sister, was holding her admiral's face with a silly grin and rubbing it as hard as she could.

Then, Missouri was stunned.

"Huh?" Missouri exclaimed in surprise, "Senior Pompeii?"

"Huh? Is it... Missouri?" Pompeii looked up at Missouri on the stairs.

“It is indeed Missouri. You look radiant after just one night, Senior Pompeii. You must have slept very well.” Missouri stopped on the stairs and smiled at Pompeii at the top of the stairs.

"Huh? Really? Uh..." Pompeii blinked. "Oh right, speaking of which, where's your admiral?"

"Is Senior Pompeii looking for my admiral again?"

"Yes, it's already six in the morning."

“Well…” Missouri looked at the little boy being held in Pompeii’s hands and smiled slightly, “It’s so close yet so far, isn’t it?”

"Huh?" Pompeii blinked.

"..." Missouri smiled silently and pointed to the little boy that Pompeii had lifted up.

Pompeii stared blankly as he turned his gaze back to the little boy he had unknowingly picked up.

There was a snap.

At that moment, the baseball cap on the little boy's head could no longer withstand Pompeii's abuse and fell off his head.

There was a crash.

The long, flowing, and fluffy white hair, like a waterfall, exuded a refreshing shampoo scent, all beneath the baseball cap.

The spray fell onto Pompeii and the little boy.

With long hair flying in the wind.

The little boy's face was finally starting to look familiar.

“…Uh.” Pompeii stared blankly at the little white thing he had lifted up. “Little…Little White Admiral…”

“…Pompey…Good morning…” Little White looked at Pompey with a tired expression.

"Waaaaah!!!"

Pompeii's scream pierced the entire hotel lobby.

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afterwards.

6:01 AM.