Play Azur Lane even if the world is apocalyptic

Because of the existence of Qinhe River, this place has become the residence of many free ship women, living along the riverside. The most happening here every day is not the boys of Palmaria expressing their love to the girls, but there is still time in the future Expression will be thrown into the river by these beautiful girls.

If it is in other places, because of the existence of the ship's mother, after expressing goodwill or even love, he will probably choose to give up, but the Holy See of Iris...at least not the males of Palmaria.

They pay attention to etiquette and respect women, but on the other hand, they have the spirit of persistent pursuit of beautiful things. If it sounds better, it is called perseverance, and if it sounds bad, it is called stalking.

But even so, the Qinhe River still attracts countless ship maidens to live there, and the scene of throwing people is still staged every day, and it still becomes the most enviable romantic place in Palmaria.

Sightseeing downstream from the magnificent Coron Bridge, there are small white-walled and red-tiled villas on both sides along the way. Most of them are built on two floors. The area between the villas is covered with green grass and tall and verdant. Trees.

The sun shines through the gaps in the tree canopy, and there is visible dust floating in the air, and criss-cross spots are scattered on the ground of bluestone slabs. The morning sun dispels the slight coolness in the air.

Walking along this road, staying in the shade of the trees, the girl held a loaf of bread in a paper bag in her arms, enjoying the comfort of the morning breeze.

It’s brighter than usual, or maybe it’s a little sleep today. The girl looked sideways at the sparkling light reflected from the surface of the river in the distance, and the stars were surging as the river breeze passed by. It shines with dreamlike brilliance, like white fluorescence beating on the music score, sparkling and charming.

He gently picked up the golden hair around his ears, and stopped to look at the tranquil scene, which was broken by the crisp cry from a distance.

"Sister Joan of Arc!"

Da Da Da Da steps from far to near.

"Sister Joan of Arc~" The huge double pony tails swayed in the air, and the girl quickly ran to Joan of Arc with a youthful smile on her face.

"Reckless, have you gotten up so early?" Joan of Arc smiled, "I used to sleep well."

"Hehe~ I was actually woken up by Forban. She practiced with Kaixuan Morning and had to pull me."

"So you sneaked out?"

"Hey~" Recklessly scratching his head in embarrassment, "Sister Joan of Arc, I will help you get it."

Joan of Arc smiled and did not refuse, she naturally knew that Reckless was trying to escape Forban's blame by helping.

Handing the bread in his arms to Reckless, Joan of Arc asked: "Where is your novel? Is it finished?"

"Hey~ it's still far away." Recklessly sighed, "It was pretty easy to write before. Recently, I got stuck in a place and I can't write anymore."

"Then let Emil teach you."

"Emil will not write anymore. She doesn't write anymore. The former editor doesn't find her and finds me, but I feel that writing is much harder than I thought." It seemed very interesting to read Emil's writing before. Hualala was able to write a lot of characters, but Emil stopped writing later. It was a pity that he took it over because of the recklessness. After all, sales alone can bring them a lot of income.

Don't go out to work, don't need to accept commissioned tasks, just sit in the room to write and write every day, you can freely control other time besides writing, is there a better job than this?

I originally thought so, but after I really wrote it, I felt reckless that writing a novel is really hard!

It’s okay to write smoothly. If it were Calvin, a plot can be stuck for a long time, and his head will explode.

Hearing the reckless complaint, Joan of Arc wondered: "Where did it write?"

"Well, it's just... nothing. Didn’t Emile say that after writing the adventure, there is no story to write? Then I thought to myself, thinking that the commander came back to find us, the following stories are all in What happened in the guard house."

"This is very good. There are many stories to write about the guard house alone." Joan of Arc nodded slightly.

"Yes, yes." The reckless intention originally was to write the plot to the guard mansion, and then there are many ship maidens guarding the mansion, right?If each ship's mother played again, wouldn't it be long and long?

She thought so and wrote so.

"However, every day is a trivial matter, and then the editor said a few days ago that it shouldn't be mediocre, and readers would not buy it."

"What should I do then?" Joan of Arc thought, in the guard house, besides the daily routine, is there anything else?

After thinking about it, she said: "Then you can write missions, commissions and exercises, and have you experienced many large-scale battles with the Sirens before? Interspersed with these will not look too plain."

"I've already written those." With a reckless grin, "It's because of those, otherwise, how can I survive the two-month draft?"

"Also, Emil hasn't written for a long time."

"Yeah, I'm finished writing these, in fact, there are a lot of things that can be written just by guarding the daily life of the mansion, but!"

"but?"

A ray of light flashed in Reckless eyes.

"The editor said, in the life of the guard house, since there are so many ship women, it is impossible for some ordinary and warm things to happen every day, right? There are also the legendary Shura Field, I wrote it, and then, she It's right to say that there should be a plot of the commander being squeezed by the ship's mother, these are the readers most want to see."

"The commander was squeezed by the ship's mother?" Joan of Arc was taken aback for a moment, and she didn't understand.

Recklessly looking left and right, and then leaned into Joan of Arc's ear and whispered a few words: "It's the thing...dudududu..."

Before she finished speaking, Joan of Arc's face was blushing. She sipped and said: "What mess, reckless, why are you thinking about those things?"

"It's not what I think." Recklessness also expressed her innocence. How did she know those things.

But according to the editor, most of the people who read her novels have dreams of becoming commanders, or some commanders whose careers are not smooth. What do they like to watch?

Of course, it is with the beautiful ship ladies, living a happy life every day without shame or impatientness.

But this is difficult for recklessness. Where can she lead a happy life without shame or rashness?

If it is the usual trivial matter, she can still rely on imagination to break it, but she really can't write about that kind of thing.

"It was the editor who said to write those."

"That's a bad editor, just ignore her."

"But, what she said also makes sense. Even if we have really seen the life of a guard house, right? Some of the relationship between the commander and the ship mother in the guard house are all sleeping together at night. "

Joan of Arc pondered slightly: "Yes."

"So, I am not a wedding ship, sister Joan of Arc, you are a wedding ship, have you..." Recklessly blinked, "Is there anything to do with the commander?"

Joan of Arc immediately shook her head: "No!" She shook her head again, "No!"

"Oh~ you don't have it either. I thought Sister Saint Ann Joan of Arc, you have experience. I wanted to ask you about it." said recklessly with a sigh.

Joan of Arc thought, don’t say I don’t have any, if there is, how can I tell you.

Thinking about this, I heard recklessly saying: "Then I have to buy a book and read it."

"No!" Joan of Arc immediately shook her head, the book is an evil thing, cut it!

"why?"

"No, why, as the ship girl of the Holy See, how can I look at that kind of thing?"

"Why can't you watch?"

"Of course..." Joan of Arc opened her mouth, chivalry?It doesn't seem to be, wait, you're a destroyer recklessly?Why did I want to study these things.