Azur Lane Under the Stars

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Belfast chuckled softly, then went to prepare some black tea.

In an instant, two cups of fragrant black tea appeared before Essex and Fearless.

“Belfa, you’re getting more and more skilled at using time stop,” Essex exclaimed.

“You flatter me,” Belfast replied, then continued to stand behind Ren Shuo as a backdrop.

“Commander, take a look at this.” Essex handed the proposal to Ren Shuo.

Ren Shuo took it and started flipping through it. For a moment, the only sound in the office was the rustling of pages turning.

"You want to organize a car race?" Ren Shuo asked.

“Yes, that’s right. Before the New Year, this period is the only time we’ll have some free time. As the year draws to a close, we’ll get busy. I’ve noticed that others haven’t been very active, so I was thinking of organizing an event,” Essex said.

"You wrote the proposal? It's very detailed." Ren Shuo casually flipped through it.

Essex touched her hair somewhat embarrassedly: "Well, actually it was Shangri-La who wrote it. I just offered some suggestions."

“No wonder… I approved it, but you can negotiate the specifics yourselves. If you need funds, go to the company and find St. Louis; if you need any supplies, go to the warehouse and find Ning Hai.” Ren Shuo made the final decision, stamping and signing the proposal.

Shangri-La, being a civilian employee, wrote a very detailed plan, covering all aspects of participation, from large ship girls to small ship girls.

Moreover, the resource extraction there is nearing its end, and it's estimated that everyone will be withdrawing from that world in the next few days.

Perfect, everyone's here now.

"Really? Thank you so much, Commander!" Fearless and Essex exchanged a surprised and delighted glance.

"It's nothing, everyone's having fun... By the way, can I join?"

Although Ren Shuo had never raced a car, he longed for the feeling of being pushed back in his seat and the surge of adrenaline.

Unfortunately, because the ship girls at home are overly cautious, they absolutely forbid him from speeding. Even when driving a sports car, someone always accompanies him.

"No, Master, everyone will worry."

As expected, Belfast flatly rejected Ren Shuo's application.

"Haha, I thought so too..." Ren Shuo said with some regret.

“But the master can get involved in other ways,” Belfast said.

"Let me do the commentary, forget it. I don't have much knowledge, and it would be embarrassing to talk about it," Ren Shuo waved his hand in refusal.

“Actually, Master could be a cheerleader…” Belfast said with a subtle expression. “Master could wear a racing suit, announce the start, and then wave flags to cheer everyone on. I believe everyone would be even more motivated.”

Commander in racing suit...

Fearless and Essex were also lost in thought, it seemed... that could be possible!

The two looked at Ren Shuo with shining eyes: "Please be sure!"

Ren Shuo: "..."

So it's really just a mascot?

Chapter 633 Port District Tradition: The Unified Scam of Sisters

White Eagle is decisive and efficient. The matter that was just finalized with Ren Shuo in the morning was completed by the afternoon, and the promotional posters were posted on the bulletin board in the port area by evening.

Who designed this poster?!

Essex was held back by Shangri-La and Fearless on either side, for fear that Essex might do something outrageous.

"Calm down, calm down. Isn't this poster quite cute? And it's easy to understand, which is great."

Although Shangri-La's stomach was about to hurt from laughing, she still spoke in a serious tone.

“I think Shangri-La is right,” Wuwei said with a grin. “Sister Essex, you’re so cute up here.”

On the poster, the little figure of Essex leaps off the page, slapping a blackboard with one hand and giving a thumbs up with the other, with a big smile on his face, even grinning with shiny teeth.

It looks somewhat comical, yet also somewhat cute.

As for the unusual things, they're quite normal; they're just things like the competition rules and registration information.

For example, they can be divided into professional and amateur groups.

The professional category includes racing cars and motorcycles, while the amateur category consists entirely of go-karts and... bumper cars.

Of course, the professional group is limited to the big ship girls, because they have carefully considered that none of the little ones have reached the level of professional racers, so they simply sent the little ones instead.

As for the amateur group, there is no age limit. Although it is called a competition, it is really just for fun.

However, this has attracted many people to sign up. Even ship girls who have never been involved in racing come to join in the fun. Even if they can't go-kart, they can at least try bumper cars, right?

Essex and Shangri-La, along with Fearless, were in charge of posting flyers, while Carlylon and Bunker Hill were assigned to be statisticians for registration.

"Honestly, I feel like I'll lose all face if this poster goes out."

Essex squatted on the ground with her arms wrapped around her knees, burying her face in her arms.

"Isn't this adorable, Essex?"

As soon as the company's voice rang out, Essex quickly stood up: "Senior company, you're back. Thank you for your hard work."

The company waved its hand: "It's not hard work at all. It's just a round trip from our city's port area to the one next door, which can be done in a day."

"Hey, senior colleague, don't look!"

Essex quickly covered up his poster, blushing deeply.

“Isn’t this adorable? There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Be more confident, Essex,” Enterprise said.

“Well, since the senior executives have said so,” Essex said somewhat awkwardly, lowering her hand from covering the poster.

"As expected, it takes the senior executives of the company to make Essex obey... Ah, and the Commander too." Shangri-La clicked her tongue in amazement.

The businessman glanced at his watch and said, "You guys keep going, I'll head back now."

"Ah, senior, wait a minute. Your car was left here by Bumblebee for maintenance. You can take it back with you."

Shangri-La quickly stopped the company and said.

The company was puzzled: "Huh? Why did Bumblebee appear on my vehicle?"

“Well, Bumblebee said it was with the approval of the Yorktown seniors,” Shangri-La said.

As he spoke, he took the company's car out of the ship's cargo space.

The company probably figured it out; they guessed that Bumblebee had annoyed Yorktown, which is why they sent her away.

But Yorktown lady, you're being generous with other people's money...

However, the company didn't say anything, only nodded slightly: "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's not hard work, it's what I should do."

…………

The registration frenzy swept through the entire port area, with everyone discussing it heatedly. Compared to the previous martial arts competition, Shangri-La wanted to make this racing competition a bit more professional.

What does it mean to be professional? Shouldn't there be guides for race queens?

There should be referees, right? Basically, all the necessary ones... should be there, right?

As a result, the ship girls who did not participate in the competition or participated in the amateur group for fun were targeted by Shangri-La and her group. In the following days, Shangri-La kept lobbying everywhere, trying to get some ship girls to become race queens.

However, there was a piece of news during this period that, despite being a strong favorite to win the championship, the company did not choose to participate because it was so bothered by its sister, Bumblebee, that it lent her its car.

The company originally thought that as long as they beat this guy up, based on past experience, he would definitely give up. But who could have imagined that Bumblebee would be so determined and serious this time, and no amount of beatings could work.

In the end, he even felt embarrassed and had no choice but to agree.

"So, would any senior colleagues from the company like to join the cheerleading squad?"

Shangri-La looked at the company with shining eyes.

The company was somewhat embarrassed: "Racing girls..."

She knew, and had watched racing competitions, so she knew what kind of attire it was, to dress like that in public... Well, to be honest, at least for someone as conservative as herself, it wasn't quite appropriate.

So the company politely declined, saying, "Let's not go, I'm not really used to that kind of outfit."

Shangri-La felt a little regretful. As a senior colleague, she couldn't possibly pester him. After all, one should always show respect to one's seniors. If it were anyone else, she probably would have pestered them to get them to agree.

"Isn't it great, business?" Yorktown seemed intrigued.

A glimmer of hope appeared in Shangri-La's eyes. Could it be that things could still turn around?

The company stared at Yorktown in disbelief: "Yorktown?!"

I was already prepared to give up trying to persuade her after seeing Shangri-La's appearance, but her sister's words have only made things more complicated!

“I said, isn’t this a good thing? Even businesses should try different things.”

Yorktown looked at his sister's troubled expression and felt a sense of satisfaction. Hmm, it's been a long time since I've seen Enterprise with this expression. And what would Enterprise in a race queen version look like?

"Furthermore, the commander will be wearing a racing suit and cheering everyone on this time, so you can stand right next to him."

Yorktown said.

The company was somewhat interested, but shyness prevailed: "No, no, no way!"

“But I heard that the commander has prepared a camera or something, saying he wants to take pictures of each cheerleader’s style to enjoy later. It’s clear that the commander is really looking forward to it,” Shangri-La said abruptly.

However, in her heart, Shangri-La apologized, "I'm sorry, Commander, for spreading rumors about you. I will make sure Essex makes it up to you properly later. If you have any anger, vent it on Essex!"

This is for the greater good, Chen Gong thought.

The company became even more interested. After hesitating for a moment, they finally nodded in agreement, saying, "Well, okay then..."

"Yes!" Shangri-La couldn't help but stand up and cheer. Finally, she had won over the senior executive from the company.

"Then I won't disturb your rest any longer! I'll be going now!"

Shangri-La rose to take her leave with light steps.

Hmm, there are still many more places to visit~

…………

"Sister, be good!"

"I do not want!"

"Listen to me! Otherwise, I'll have to use force!"

"Eugen, you bastard!"

Inside the Ironblood dormitory, Prince Eugen, holding a race queen outfit, approached his sister Hipper with a sly smile.

Lützow, who was watching the drama unfold, said, "Go for it! Win her over!"

"Shut up, you bastard!"

Hipper's face turned red with anger, and he cursed, but unfortunately, his vocabulary was rather limited, and he kept repeating the same few words.

“I’m warning you, Prince Eugen! If you actually bring that thing over, we’re no longer sisters!” Hipper warned.

Prince Eugen chuckled: "No, it's just a race queen's outfit. It only shows a bit of thigh and belly button. The only man in the port is the Commander, what are you afraid of? There are no outsiders here."

"You bastard, don't think I don't know what you've done to this clothing! Let me tell you, you can kill me, but you can't insult me!"

Hipper's face turned as red as a monkey's bottom, and he gritted his teeth, even wishing he could rush up and bite his sister to death.

Grinding its teeth and sucking blood, now is the time to hunt!

Lützow became interested and asked, "What is it that's so offensive to you?"

“Eugen, you tell me yourself!” Hipper turned his head away angrily.

Prince Eugen said casually, "It's just adding breast pads inside the clothes, isn't it?"

Lützow was puzzled: "That shouldn't be the case. Even if it's a bra pad, Hipper usually wears one. There shouldn't be such a strong reaction."

Hipper shouted, "I don't usually add any!"

Prince Eugen coaxed him like a child, "Okay, okay, no, no!"

Lützow looked at Hipper with pity, "Your inexplicable pride..."

Hipper felt Lützow's gaze and became even more annoyed: "What kind of look is that?"