Chapter 83

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Chapter 83: Of course it's annoying when you can't sleep!

While the shipgirls were exchanging information, the admiral was deeply immersed in a fit of irritability.

Although he was supposed to sleep for about four hours, the admiral soon realized how unreliable this so-called timed sleep method was.

Because he couldn't fall asleep at all!

The windows were closed, and a layer of black cloth was drawn to block out the sunlight.

But he still couldn't fall asleep!

The room was specially soundproofed to prevent the admiral from being startled awake due to his nervous condition.

But he still couldn't fall asleep!

The sun outside was actually quite conducive to sleep.

But he still couldn't fall asleep!

After tossing and turning on the wire bed for a long time, the admiral, with bloodshot eyes, confirmed that he had wasted an hour. He then got up from the bed in a fit of annoyance, put on his clothes, and went to the bathroom in the admiral's room to wash his face.

The admiral's room was more like a small home, equipped with a super-mini kitchen, a super-mini bathroom and shower, as well as a series of living facilities.

After all, this was where the admiral lived. Due to the gender difference with the shipgirls, the admiral couldn't just act like a doorman and mix with the shipgirls. Even when sleeping, he just lay on the wire bed, staring blankly. This time, however, because he was too tired, he ended up feeling more alert.

With a full chest of frustration from not being able to sleep, the admiral roughly pulled open the bathroom door. He then walked into the washroom, turned on the faucet, and washed his face. The cold water, which had been treated, quickly calmed his烦躁的情绪。

随手从旁边的毛巾架上扯下一条毛巾，提督擦了擦自己的脸。眯着眼睛看着镜子中呈现出来的男人面孔。

“确实有些危险的样子啊……”

伸出一只手摸了摸自己印象中的面孔，镜中的那双仿佛枯枝一样惨白的手也随之伸出来，摸了摸那略显凹陷下去的面孔。原本印象中应该英气十足的面孔已经变成了垂老的样子。

眼球深陷在眼窝中，周围满是淤青的颜色。与其说这是一名正当年少意气风发时的面孔，倒不如说这是一个已经被生活磨平了脊梁的可怜男人。脸上总是下意识地扯出温和但异常虚弱的笑容，让人看了之后就感到一丝怜悯的心情。

再仔细打量的话，就能发现镜子中的男人脸上因为虚弱和营养不良而遍布着暗青色的纹路，眼窝中更是阴霾与血丝。

这要是在预备学校的时候，谁说这人是活着的，提督非给他一拳不可。

但是现在，这就是提督自己的面孔。

似乎幻觉一般，在右眼之中还闪过了一丝淡紫色的光芒。在提督的眨眼之间，那紫色的光芒就随之消失不见。仿佛真的是提督因为太长时间没有睡眠而造成的后果似的。

“命运这种事情啊……一年之前我可想不到能变成这个样子。”

倒不如说那时候什么都不知道吧。

看了一眼挂在后面的指挥刀，提督摇了摇头，用毛巾仔细地擦了擦自己的面孔，暗中决定以后稍微多吃一点锻炼一下。

哪怕是为了伪装和不让那些孩子们伤心也好，这种基础的事情还是要做到的。并不是为了自己，而是为了回应那些孩子们的心意。本人虽然说不需要做些什么事情，不过有些时候不是没必要就不去做的。

提督很快就走出了卫生间，到桌面上打开了自己的聊天器。

“不过有些时候，必须要展现出力量才行。”

看着逐渐启动的屏幕，提督的表情中掠过了一丝阴影。

这回111号的话也算是让提督下定了决心。反正人死鸟朝天，不死万万年，舰娘都表达出来不满了，他这个提督也没有必要怂什么。

大不了就是再次转进跑路嘛。相比较上一次的狼狈，这一次人手更多，而且还有整个关岛防御体系撑着。在舰娘独特的亚空间运输法中，他了不起再偷渡回新西兰老家去。没啥大不了的。

前进的话就能够继续在这个海域中生存，甚至让周围的深海进一步的虚弱，为整个人类战线做出贡献。就算是被打败了，也依然有着足够撤退的路标。而且还有夏威夷海域的新希望在等待着自己。这么多后手还有什么好害怕的？自己的错误就自己来承担好了。

压抑了舰娘这么长时间，也是时候让她们绽放出来自己的能力跟色彩了吧。不过是东奔西走而已，现在过了好日子就害怕了不成？

“应该没有问题了。”

交叉着双手抵住了下颚骨，提督一脸阴沉地盯着屏幕。

应该没问题了才对。

就像是为了催眠自己一样，不断地在自己心中重复着那一句话。

但是这种催眠并没有能够压抑住提督心头那种淡淡的不安感。就像是忘记了什么一样，那种想找到什么却完全找不到的恼火与睡眠不足的焦躁一起，混合成了一股暴躁的情绪缭绕在提督的大脑中。

有什么东西被忘记了。有什么东西绝对没有被计算到。那个东西已经意识到了，但是却没有办法把它揪出来。

‘究竟是哪里出问题了啊……’

看着逐渐清晰起来的屏幕窗口，提督心头的情绪越发的烦躁了起来。

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The cold water, which had been treated, quickly calmed his irritability.

He grabbed a towel from the nearby rack and wiped his face. Squinting, he looked at the man's face in the mirror.

"Indeed, it looks quite dangerous..."

He reached out a hand to touch the face he remembered, and the pale, withered hand in the mirror also reached out, touching the slightly sunken face. The face that was once full of vigor and spirit had now become that of an old man.

His eyes were deeply sunken, surrounded by dark bruises. Rather than the face of a young man in his prime, it looked more like that of a pitiful man who had been worn down by life. His face always subconsciously formed a gentle but abnormally weak smile, evoking a sense of pity in anyone who saw it.

Upon closer inspection, one could see the dark blue veins on his face due to weakness and malnutrition, and the dark shadows and bloodshot eyes in his eye sockets.

If this were back in the preparatory school, anyone who said this man was alive would have received a punch from the admiral.

But now, this was the admiral's own face.

It seemed like a hallucination, a faint purple light flashed in his right eye. In the blink of an eye, the purple light disappeared, as if it were a result of the admiral's lack of sleep.

"Destiny... I never thought I would end up like this a year ago."

Or rather, he knew nothing back then.

He glanced at the command sword hanging behind him, shook his head, and carefully wiped his face with the towel, secretly deciding to eat a bit more and exercise in the future.

Even if it was just for the sake of putting on a facade and not disappointing the girls, these basic things still needed to be done. It wasn't for himself, but to respond to the girls' expectations. Even if he didn't need to do anything, there were times when he shouldn't just do nothing.

The admiral quickly left the bathroom and opened his chat device on the desk.

"But sometimes, you have to show your strength."

As the screen gradually came to life, a shadow crossed the admiral's face.

This time, 111's words had made the admiral more determined. If you die, you die; if you live, you live. The shipgirls had already expressed their dissatisfaction, so there was no need for the admiral to be timid.

At worst, he could run away again. Compared to the last time, he had more people and the entire Guam defense system to support him. With the shipgirls' unique subspace transportation method, he could even sneak back to his hometown in New Zealand. It wasn't a big deal.

If he moved forward, he could continue to survive in this sea, even weakening the surrounding deep sea and contributing to the human front. Even if he were defeated, he still had enough retreat routes. And there was a new hope in the Hawaiian sea waiting for him. With so many backup plans, what was there to be afraid of? He would take responsibility for his own mistakes.

After suppressing the shipgirls for so long, it was time for them to show their abilities and colors. It was just a matter of moving around. Was he afraid now that he had a good life?

"It should be fine."

Crossing his hands under his chin, the admiral stared at the screen with a gloomy expression.

It should be fine.

He repeated this to himself, as if trying to hypnotize himself.

But this self-hypnosis did not suppress the faint sense of unease in the admiral's heart. It was as if he had forgotten something, a frustration mixed with the irritability from lack of sleep, forming a storm of anger in his mind.

Something was forgotten. Something was definitely not accounted for. He was aware of it, but he couldn't bring it to the surface.

'What exactly is wrong...'

As the screen window became clearer, the admiral's mood became even more agitated.

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