Chapter 28

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28. Smart people have already hooked up, fools are still asleep.

The clock's hands slowly moved in a circular motion. Even as the morning sun's rays shone on the backs of the few people at the table, these exhausted girls had no desire to get up. They lay on the table like corpses, completely still.

The teacups on the table had long been empty. The girls, with their heads down, lay on the table, not caring if their elaborate clothes got dirty. For them, resting was the most important thing. After a night of intense complaining, even the most resilient No. 110 had collapsed on the table, her shoulders drooping, lifeless.

Two unknown birds had flown onto the windowsill at some point, chirping and pecking at the scattered crumbs. Their black eyes darted around, clearly reflecting the chaotic scene in the hall.

Suddenly, the most elaborately dressed of the five "corpses" stirred slightly. The birds were immediately frightened and flew away, chirping.

"It's five in the morning..."

"There are only two and a half hours left until breakfast..."

No. 111, lying on the table, looked at the clock on the wall, which was moving slowly, and sighed. She stuck out her tongue, trying to reach a peanut on the table.

But no matter how far she extended her tongue, it was still just a bit short of the peanut in front of her. After several failed attempts, No. 111 gave up and lay back on the table, sighing deeply, as if all her strength had been drained.

But it was indeed almost drained. No one could be full of energy after a night of complaints. Even though the shipgirls didn't need much sleep, the mental fatigue still made No. 111 feel exhausted... But perhaps if a supply ship suddenly appeared and brought some delicious food, everything would be fine?

Staring at the wall clock, No. 111 felt her mind might have been influenced by the peculiar people of the imaginary fleet. Her way of thinking was starting to shift in a biased direction.

Would I end up becoming some kind of eccentric rogue in the future? No, I'm a lady...

"You guys..."

A dull voice came from the opposite side.

"If you don't get up and tidy up, the admiral will be angry..."

"You, the one who caused all this, have no right to say that."

No. 111 lifted her eyelids and looked at Enterprise, who had her head buried in the table, and instinctively retorted.

Enterprise, who had her head buried in the platter, her two golden pigtails hanging down, exuded a subtle aura of a commoner, was the main reason for the battlefield-like scene in the dormitory. If she hadn't dragged everyone into a night of venting, they would have been fine long ago.

"I didn't want to either... But I couldn't control my emotions..." Enterprise mumbled, her head grinding against the plate before finally giving up on lifting it.

"The feeling of having something most precious stolen, you people who don't know love won't understand... It was a ring, a ring I found with great difficulty... It was the third most valuable item in my collection... It was stolen..."

I'm curious about what the second and first items in your collection are.

Glancing at the blonde who was moaning silently, No. 111 sighed on the table.

The room fell into a mysterious silence again. Only the ticking of the clock and the chirping of the birds outside confirmed that time was still flowing.

But seeing this battlefield-like scene, the admiral would definitely be shocked, right? Ah, if I remember correctly, there's a manga like this? THEWOLD? The world and time have nothing to do with each other, so why is it called the world?

No. 111 lay on the table, squinting at the clock, and started to daydream.

"Ah, by the way, Plan Ship No. 1 hasn't come back yet. It's usually not possible to be in the bathroom for that long, right?"

Montana, with a subtle expression, said to the wrecks on the table.

Perhaps she was already used to such things, or perhaps she had a natural resistance. Montana, the brown-haired gentle girl, was the first to recover. She propped her head up and wobbled to her feet, smiling warmly at everyone.

"Our sister has betrayed us..."

The Slavic girl lying on the table said coldly.

But because she was lying on the table, her face, distorted by the pressure, had no coldness, but rather an urge to laugh.

"Our sister has betrayed the revolution... This Gorbachev has completely abandoned our glorious tradition... She is a liar, a Yeltsin, a Khrushchev, this traitor will eventually receive the iron fist of the father, she should be exiled to Siberia to dig potatoes..."

"Siberia is now an important grain-producing area, not just frozen ground anymore?"

"...That's not important. What's important is that our sister must be punished!"

Plan Ship No. 2 said firmly. But her face, pressed against the table, had no persuasiveness, sounding more like a child's tantrum.

"Hey, I'm back~"

But at that moment, footsteps were heard from outside.

Before the other five could respond, the door was slammed open. After changing shoes, there was a series of careless, messy sounds. This chaotic style could only be from Plan Ship No. 1.

But none of the people in the room had the desire to stand up to welcome or hit her. They lay on the table, not even bothering to respond.

"What are you guys doing? Why aren't you talking?"

"Just too lazy to talk."

No. 2 glanced at Plan Ship No. 1, who was peeking from the corridor, and said gloomily.

"Can you be a bit more quiet? Everyone is really annoyed right now."

Enterprise lifted her head from the platter, her face covered in sauce, and glared at Plan Ship No. 1, who was dragging something behind her.

"Huh? Really?"

Plan Ship No. 1 was slightly taken aback and pulled the object from behind her.

"I thought calling the admiral over would make you happier, but it seems I was wrong?"

"..."

Seeing the expressionless admiral, the remaining five ships froze as if a pause button had been pressed. Everyone stared wide-eyed at the man behind Plan Ship No. 1, as if they had seen an alien passing by, their faces full of disbelief.

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