Azur Lane: The Tragic Admiral’s Azur Life

Outside the study, Belfast and Sirius stood guard.

Yang Sikang closed the study door and called Sirius to guard the door before Belfast came back.

Although Belfast had the key, he wouldn't go in and disturb him in this situation.

After three full hours, the door to the study room opened, and Yang Sikang walked out and stretched.

"Huh... Belfast, how about Zhenhai?"

"I have informed Miss Zhenhai of the matter as you requested, and reminded them of the dangers of those things. Because Donghuang's nearby ship was damaged by the energy of the Mind Cube at that time, Miss Zhenhai took this matter more seriously."

"That's good, that's all we can do, but even if something goes wrong, the three Yamato-class people are here now, so it shouldn't be too bad."

"Regarding this, Miss York City seems to have exchanged contact information with Yamato-level Miss Musashi. Do I need to ask Miss York City to contact me?"

"No need."

Yang Sikang waved his hand and said:

"Although the Yamato class has a higher say in Chongqing, their actual position is not necessarily whose side they are on. Factions and differences of opinion within Chongqing are commonplace. In ensuring that our interests are consistent, Even now, Musashi cannot be trusted easily."

"Yes, Master."

Yang Sikang turned to look at Sirius, looking up and down.

This made Sirius feel a little confused. She tilted her head and looked at Yang Sikang.

"It seems like Sirius's temperament is a little different?"

Yang Sikang muttered softly, but his voice was still heard by the two people next to him.

Belfast smiled and looked at Sirius, who suddenly blushed for no apparent reason.

Yang Sikang looked carefully and fixed his eyes on Sirius's headdress.

"It's pretty. It suits you very well."

Yang Sikang said with a smile. Sirius blushed as red as an apple and lowered his head without responding.

Yang Sikang walked out, and Belfast looked at Sirius with a smile:

"The master has discovered it. According to our agreement, Sirius, you should stay with the master in the next few days."

"But, if you break the master's things..."

Of course Sirius wanted to follow Yang Sikang, but she also knew that she was still far from the rest of the maid team outside of combat.

I always accidentally break something or lose something.

Therefore, Sirius would always be with her when Yang Sikang called him or when he might need to fight. Other times, she would study with Newcastle or Hermione.

Although a lot of things were actually destroyed during this period, Yang Sikang stabilized the source of funds early on. In addition, he chose furniture that he felt was suitable rather than expensive, so the losses were not high.

But it's different with Yang Sikang.

So when Belfast told Sirius to let her take charge of the master's work, although Sirius was very willing, he still refused.

But Belfast made a bet with her and gave her a less conspicuous hair accessory.

The result was that Belfast won, and Yang Sikang noticed the changes in Sirius at a glance.

"I believe the master won't care, and you don't have to think about it so much. After all, you are also a member of the maid team."

Belfast said with a smile, and then followed Yang Sikang's footsteps and left.

Sirius hesitated for a moment, then took a breath and followed.

After coming out of the study, Yang Sikang seemed to be much more relaxed.

Although he was quite leisurely in the past, except for some fixed rest time and reading time, he would always find some work-related things to do at other times.

After they discovered something was wrong with Yang Sikang in Belfast, she had noticed that Yang Sikang actually did not relax completely at all many times.

But today was different. After coming out of the study, he seemed to have released some kind of shackles.

Belfast didn't ask any more questions, but after Yang Sikang came out of the study, he came to the courtyard.

Suzuki Shenyue, who had just come back, was now struggling under the guidance of Lin Shuqin, who was transformed into a devil coach.

Of course, because of the subtle differences in male and female body structures, Yang Sikang cannot talk about specific posture issues and places that need attention.

But what surprised even Belfast was that Yang Sikang went there not to see Shenyue suffering, but to see Lin Shuqin.

"Is your brother still here now?"

"Of course he is, it's not like he can swim back by himself."

"Then what else has he been doing these days?"

"You want to see him for something?"

Lin Shuqin looked at Yang Sikang in confusion. He had only met her brother once, and she knew her brother very well.

He has a good face and a good figure, but he is a dull gourd who cannot be beaten with three sticks.

It's not a big deal when it comes to being stupid, but it's even less so when it comes to being witty.

With his character, if he could establish some friendship with someone he had only met once, he would not be single until now despite having such good hardware conditions.

"I want to ask him to guide me in combat matters."

Yang Sikang said casually, but Lin Shuqin frowned and shook his head after hearing this.

"This won't work, he can't do it. If you want to find someone, I can. If you have any questions, just tell me. Anyway, I'm free outside of Shenyue's training time, so you're welcome."

Yang Sikang looked at Lin Shuqin strangely and shook his head.

"No, no, no, you can't do this."

Lin Shuqin looked over with dissatisfaction, and Yang Sikang could only say:

"I'm the kind of person who wants to do actual combat and take action directly."

"Sparring? Then I can do it too, and I'm much better than that guy. As bad as he is, I can punch him every time."

Yang Sikang looked at Lin Shuqin, who was full of pride, speechlessly, and said coldly:

"Then don't you think there is a reason why you are single? One punch at a time?"

Lin Shuqin's smile disappeared.

Shenyue couldn't help laughing.

"Practice for an extra half hour."

Lin Shuqin said to Shen Yue expressionlessly, and the smile on Shen Yue's face disappeared.

"And if I fight you, I'm afraid that an aerial bomb will suddenly fall on your head while you are sleeping at night."

Yang Sikang said and pointed to the corridor, where Dafeng was quietly watching.

"...I'll call him. You don't have to be polite if you attack him. Just beat him to death."

Yang Sikang looked at Lin Shuqin, she was really a sister.

But he still said:

"I have practiced and killed many people."

"...Then I'll beat him half to death. No, then you should be a little more restrained."

Yang Sikang breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Lin Shuqin was not so cruel to his brother.

"If I wake him up and he can't get out of bed, I'll have to delay work and drag down other people. That wouldn't be good."

Lin Shuqin said casually and dialed the phone.