Chapter 668: Is That Tutelary Fort Worthy of Me?
This is a busy restaurant located on the commercial street.
The thick down jacket was hung on the back of the chair behind her. The golden girl watched her friend Pennsylvania, who was sitting opposite her, hang up the phone. Pennsylvania answered the phone without avoiding her at all and asked, "Did Sable introduce you to the admiral?"
"Yeah." Pennsylvania put down his phone, picked up the knife and fork and continued to cut the steak, cutting it three times horizontally and three times vertically to cut it into neat square pieces.
"Doesn't that mean we're going to separate?" the blonde girl said, "From now on, you'll be the admiral's shipgirl living in the naval base, and I'll be a lonely wandering shipgirl."
"That may not be the case." Pennsylvania held his chin up and thought about something, then suddenly laughed, "My crush is a great hero. One day he will come to marry me on a colorful cloud."
"Have you seen that movie?" the blonde girl asked in surprise.
"Is it weird that you've seen that movie?" Pennsylvania said, "You've definitely seen such a classic movie."
"How should I put it." The blonde girl said, "You are an American ship girl, right?"
"You are also an American ship girl." Pennsylvania said, "You have also seen that movie. Otherwise, how would you know that line?"
"Eh?" The blonde girl was a little confused. "So it's me too? That's okay then."
"But you're wrong." The blonde girl thought for a moment and said, "I should say that my admiral is a great marshal, and one day he will come to invite me with the world's strongest tutelary fort. That's right."
"Same meaning." Pennsylvania said indifferently.
"So..." Pennsylvania picked up a piece of steak with a fork, dipped it in mushroom and ketchup, and put it into his mouth. His slender fingers pinched the fork with the tip hanging down and shook it. "My requirements are very high. If it's not a first-class admiral and a first-class garrison, I won't even consider it."
"Does the sable know what you want?" the blonde asked.
“I know,” Pennsylvania said.
"What did she say?" the blonde asked. "Did she tell you who the admiral she introduced you to was?"
"She only said that she would guarantee my satisfaction and that it would fully meet my requirements. She also said that if this admiral was not satisfactory, there would be no admiral that would satisfy me." Pennsylvania said, "But I doubt this."
"Sable is still very reliable." The blonde girl said, "Ella is not that reliable. Kilshaji is okay, and Habbakuk is very smart."
"I hope she can be more reliable this time." Pennsylvania smiled.
The blonde girl enjoyed her pasta, raised her head and stole a glance at her good friend, wanting to say something but stopping herself. Finally, she chose to speak: "But, to be honest, I think Pennsylvania shouldn't be too picky. Just about anything is fine."
Pennsylvania raised an eyebrow and asked, "What do you mean by almost good enough?"
"It's almost enough." The blonde girl said, "As long as the people are reliable, it doesn't matter if the tutelary fort is not that strong."
"Isn't there a saying like that?" the blonde girl said, "Have you seen 'Moscow Doesn't Believe in Tears'? In the movie, the beautiful girl Liu Jia wondered: Why are the wives of generals so old and ugly? If it were me, I could be an outstanding general's wife. Liu Jia's colleagues told her that if she wanted to be a general's wife, she would have to marry a lieutenant first and live with him for twenty years in the frontier, in the forest, in the desert, and even in the rain of bullets."
"You do have a point," Pennsylvania said, "but not every lieutenant can become a general. Only a small number of lieutenants can become generals. It is better to say that a lieutenant who has to live in the frontier, forest, desert, or even in the rain of bullets for twenty years will never become a general."
"A lieutenant who can become a general must have a strong background, or at the very least be a graduate of a prestigious university with excellent talents. Even if such a person stays on the front line, he may be in danger, but the treatment will not be bad," Pennsylvania said.
"Don't worry about the details," the blonde girl said. "And I said lieutenant, not private. I also didn't ask you to join just any tutelary fort. I said just about anything good will do."
Pennsylvania shook her head and said slowly: "I am a battleship, Battleship Pennsylvania No. 1, a rare and powerful battleship."
"Is it really that rare and powerful?" the blonde girl said, "There are so many battleships more powerful than yours. Let me count them. There are Iowa-class battleships, South Dakota-class battleships, North Carolina-class battleships, including Colorado-class battleships. There are a lot of them in the US alone."
"Are you really my friend?" Pennsylvania said, "Why don't you say that a lot of battleships are weaker than me... You can't compare like this, you can't say who is a genius, you compare with Einstein, Newton, Gauss and those people, if you compare like this, there is no genius."
"You were the one who said you were rare and powerful," the blonde girl said.
"Don't be stubborn." Pennsylvania said, "I admit that I am not as good as Iowa, New Jersey, Missouri, St. George, Lion, Hindenburg and Hutten. I admit that I am not as good as them. The question is which naval base has these ship girls? If there is one, it will be a powerful naval base."
"Really?" Pennsylvania said, "Please don't mention the Iowa-class battleships all the time. If you bring up the Iowa-class battleships, the Colorado-class battleships, one of the Navy's seven holiday giants, are also fake."
The blonde girl was speechless.
"And I'm confident." Pennsylvania's slender fingers lifted her hair, "Those who are stronger than me are not as attractive as me, and those who are more attractive than me are not stronger than me... No, no one is more charming and elegant than me."
The blonde girl looked at Pennsylvania and raised her chin proudly. She had to admit that Pennsylvania was indeed very charming, with shiny curly black hair, a pair of bright eyes with deep eyelashes and eyebrows, a delicate and charming face with a glow, big breasts, a thin waist, and long legs.
"Tell me," Pennsylvania asked, "for a battleship as powerful and charming as mine, what kind of garrison and what kind of admiral can be worthy of me and highlight my status."
The blonde girl was speechless.
"I hope Sable can be more reliable and not introduce people casually." Pennsylvania said, "You know, I like to speak directly and I'm not good at taking care of other people's feelings. If the gap between us is too big, I'm afraid I'll say something unpleasant, and that would be embarrassing."
“Hold on, you must hold on.” The blonde girl said, “If it really doesn’t work, don’t leave right then and there, that would be too humiliating. At worst you can just not contact us anymore.”
"I'll try my best," Pennsylvania said.
The blonde shrugged.
"When is Pennsylvania going to come over?" asked the blonde girl.
"Tomorrow," said Pennsylvania, "mainly because the sable is in a hurry."
"Then we should have some fun tonight," said the blonde girl.
"Of course."
That being said, the two of them just went shopping together and drank a cup of milk tea. After all, it wasn't a life-and-death separation. Even if Pennsylvania joined the garrison, it would be easy for the two of them to meet.
The next day, Pennsylvania set out in the morning and arrived at the coordinates given by Sable in the afternoon, only to see a garrison built on the island.
An ordinary tutelary fort.
This is the first impression of Pennsylvania.
