Azur Lane Under the Stars

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Ren Shuo pushed open the door and went inside.

Upon entering the room, you are immediately greeted by the distinct smell of oil paint and the fresh scent of ink.

Inside the room, there was the soft rustling sound of pens scratching across paper.

"Ah, Commander, come sit here with me."

Shengli saw Ren Shuo and waved happily.

Upon hearing the shout of victory, the other girls were also overjoyed.

"commander!"

"Hehe, Commander, are you here to be a model? We'd love to have you!"

"Commander, you know that models have to take their clothes off, right? Come on! Let's take a look at the Commander's muscles!"

The conversation started to get a bit risqué, and Ren Shuo said irritably, "Are you a bunch of ladies or female hooligans?"

"Haha, I've never called myself a lady, so be it, I'm a hooligan!"

Washington burst into laughter.

Ren Shuo approached and said, "I didn't expect you to be interested in painting."

"I'm not really interested; I mainly came here to accompany North Carolina."

Washington brought North Carolina over, he said.

"Let me see what you drew... a fruit basket?"

Ren Shuo saw the fruit basket right in the center.

"Hmm, it is indeed a fruit basket, but what are you drawing?"

Ren Shuo stroked his chin as he looked at Washington's unrestrained lines, unable to tell for a moment whether it was cursive script or abstract art.

North Carolina, on the other hand, was much more normal. Although the quality wasn't high, you could vaguely make out the different kinds of fruit in the basket.

Ren Shuo wandered around and discovered that all of his girls possessed unique skills.

There are ink paintings, sketches, comic-style paintings, paint paintings, and even Picasso's abstract works.

Of course, there are also those like Washington who take advantage of the chaos.

"Commander! Why don't you be our model? Just strike a pose anywhere in the middle!" Victory suggested, his eyes lighting up.

Ren Shuo declined, saying, "No, no, I'm not suited to be a model."

I sat there motionless, feeling incredibly uncomfortable.

"That's not up to you anymore... Sisters, let's go!"

The women were eager to rush forward and capture Ren Shuo.

Ren Shuo's expression changed, and he decisively used Zawarudo.

Everything around them turned gray, and Ren Shuo successfully escaped.

The time stop was lifted only when they reached a safe place.

Ren Shuo wiped away non-existent sweat from his forehead, feeling that these female hooligans in the port area were all incredibly formidable.

Chapter 632 Racing!

"So boring~"

Bumblebee lay sprawled on the sofa, looking utterly bored.

Yorktown, who was on a rare vacation, had no secretary ship work during this time, so she was knitting in her room.

Although it's still early, Yorktown has already made preparations to give Ren Shuo a hand-knitted sweater for Christmas.

"If you're bored, can't you help with the housework? I saw you lying on the sofa like a corpse this morning, and you didn't even bother to mop the floor or anything?"

Yorktown said irritably, "This bumblebee is getting lazier and lazier."

"Sister, stop reading! Sister, stop reading!" Bumblebee covered his ears, burying his head in the sand like an ostrich.

“Sigh, if you’re bored, go out and have some fun with Essex and the others. You should have paid off your debts by now, right?” Yorktown said. “Don’t whine and complain in front of me. It makes my precious vacation feel terrible.”

"But I don't have a motorcycle. I still need to save money to buy one."

"Take your company sister's motorcycle out there and say it was me who told you to." Yorktown, not wanting to spend her vacation with this lazy bum, decisively sold the company.

"Oh! My dear sister! I love you so much!" Bumblebee jumped off the sofa and hugged Yorktown tightly, rubbing her face against Yorktown's cheek.

Yorktown looked disgusted: "Get out of my way. Let me tell you this first, you can ride away, but if you break it, you'll have to explain it to your boss, understand?"

Bumblebee assured him confidently, "Don't worry, I'll be fine and won't break anything."

Yorktown instinctively felt something was amiss; what was this feeling of "planting a flag on the stage" all about?

Before he could give any more instructions, Bumblebee grabbed the company's car keys and drove off.

Yorktown shook his head and continued his struggle with his sweater.

Hmm, how should this be done again...?

…………

Bumblebee rode his beloved motorcycle... or rather, his sister's beloved motorcycle, with great pride and swagger towards the back mountain.

The back mountain is where they gather, and they often race cars there. Before coming, she had inquired and found out that Essex and the others hadn't had any outings recently, so they were most likely in the back mountain.

Strangely enough, the motorcycle leather jacket that Bumblebee was wearing at this moment was much more understated than the cape and denim bikini he usually wore in the port area.

However, Bumblebee didn't care at all. After all, the Commander was the only female in the port area. The Enterprise sister's car that he was currently riding was really great, much better than his old one.

"No wonder it cost a fortune," Bumblebee muttered. "It's definitely better than my beat-up old car."

Businesses are able to save money, so when they change cars, they can usually afford to buy the best ones.

But Bumblebee is usually a big spender, so when he needs a large sum of money, he can never come up with it.

So he'd been eyeing the company's cars for a long time, but because of his clumsy nature, he figured if he drove the car out, he'd likely come back empty-handed. That's why the company strictly forbade Bumblebee from touching their cars.

Now, isn't this the perfect opportunity? Since the Yorktown sister has given her permission, the Enterprise sister can't say anything. As long as she's careful and doesn't damage the car, everything will be fine.

With the engine roaring, Bumblebee floored the accelerator and sped off like lightning through the mountains, heading straight for its destination.

Soon, Bumblebee arrived at their gathering place, where quite a few people were already there.

At the foot of the mountain, a building that looks like a racing club rises from the ground, and it looks quite formal.

Seemingly hearing the familiar roar of an engine, Essex leaned against his motorcycle and looked up.

"Is it a senior colleague from the company?"

"That's strange. Wasn't Senior Enterprise out running around for projects? How come he's back?"

Shangri-La, holding a notepad, asked in confusion.

Wuwei chuckled and said, "What's the big deal? It's just skipping work. I didn't expect our senior colleagues to finally realize the benefits of skipping work."

But Bunker Hill narrowed his eyes: "Judging from his figure, he doesn't seem like a senior figure in the business."

"Who could that be? You must be mistaken." Without looking up, Wuwei screwed on the wheel.

"Hey! Everyone's here!"

Bumblebee straddled the motorcycle, keeping it steady, before taking off his helmet, revealing his golden twin tails cascading down.

"Oh, it's you, Bumblebee. You rode out on Enterprise's bike? Didn't Enterprise forbid you from touching her bike?"

Essex quickly said.

Shangri-La pushed up his glasses and said, "Are you asking for trouble? What if the senior executives from the company come back and give you a good beating?"

Seemingly knowing they would say that, Bumblebee placed the helmet on the hood of the vehicle, looking smug: "I got permission this time, you know. Otherwise, I would have gotten it from Yorktown."

"Would Senior Yorktown agree to this? I bet you only agreed because you bothered him so much, right?" Fearless raised his head, as if he had seen through everything.

Bumblebee lied without batting an eye, saying, "Who said that? My sister gave it to me because she felt sorry for me being bored at home."

"You're just bragging," Kariyong said, looking completely unconvinced.

"Never mind all that, I've brought my bike out anyway. Want to race? Last time you guys benefited from your bikes, but now my bike's performance is about the same as yours. I can't possibly lose. I'll prove I'm the White Eagle Rider!"

Bumblebee stood with his hands on his hips, seemingly forgetting his place after getting a new car.

Shangri-La smiled. Although she didn't race, as a data recorder and analyst, she knew everyone's technical characteristics inside and out. Bumblebee's driving skills weren't bad, but they were more than average.

So, among the dumpling-level employees present, apart from herself, the clerk, she probably couldn't compare to any of them.

"Are you sure?" Unable to resist the provocation, Wuwei stepped forward. "If you're sure, how about we have a match? What are we betting on?"

Carlyon panicked: "No, this is a freebie delivered right to my door, don't try to take it from me! I'll go first!"

Fearless shoved Kariyong aside: "Get out of the way, I came first."

Bumblebee is furious! What do you mean by this? Are you saying I'm nothing special? That anyone can step on me? I, the great Bumblebee, will not stand for this!

"Fine, let's bet! What do you want to bet? I'll make sure you lose everything, down to your underwear." Bumblebee was extremely smug.

Wuwei curled his lip in disdain: "Heh, sure, but we're currently discussing requesting a racing competition from the Commander. How about we hold the competition on that day? That way, we can avoid some people trying to renege on their promises."

Fearless knows Bumblebee's nature well. If he loses, he'll readily accept the penalty if the bet is within Bumblebee's acceptable range. But if it exceeds the limit or requires Bumblebee to pay in installments, then you'll know what a deadbeat is.

So Dauntless directly blocked Bumblebee's path. In front of everyone, with the Commander watching, she couldn't renege on her debt. Moreover, even for the sake of Yorktown's reputation, the Yorktown and Enterprise seniors would probably make Bumblebee work to pay off her debt.

"Alright! It's a deal then! I, Lord Bumblebee, will give you time to prepare for your defeat!"

The bumblebee's nose was practically pointing to the sky.

"Are you sure you can still use the company's seniors' cars when they attend?" Shangri-La finally couldn't help but remind her.

Bumblebee's expression stiffened: "It should be... okay, right?"

"Then I'll just leave you be..." Shangri-La shook her head.

"But speaking of which, what did you guys say? You're planning to suggest a race to the Commander?" Bumblebee asked, intrigued. "A car race? Would the Commander agree?"

Shangri-La said, "The probability of them agreeing is quite high. After all, in addition to motorcycles, there are also people in the port area who like to drive sports cars. Of course, some children also like go-karting. So, many people in the port area can participate. Of course, there will definitely be amateur and professional groups."

"Besides, didn't the commander agree to the last martial arts competition? So the commander will probably agree to this one too," Shangri-La said.

"Besides, I reckon there are only a few big events before Christmas and New Year's Day, then around Christmas time we'll start the year-end cleanup and busy work, and then it'll be the Spring Festival," Shangri-La analyzed.

"Oh! Looks like this is Bumblebee's home turf!" Bumblebee rubbed his hands together, looking excited.

She could almost picture herself standing on the highest podium, popping champagne.

While others open champagne halfway through the event, this guy just imagines opening champagne in his head.

“So, we’re here to train. I reckon the others will come back for a bit of training this afternoon,” Kariyong explained. “After all, we haven’t kept this plan a secret from the others.”

"This is well-prepared... Shangri-La! Help me record my data and give me some advice!" Bumblebee was getting impatient.

“Sure… Fearless, you and Essex go find the commander first and tell him about this.”

Shangri-La said.

Fearless stood up: "I've just finished my things, Sister Essex, let's go."

Essex nodded: "Then we'll trouble you to take our car back."

"understood."

…………

Essex and Dauntless first went back to get the detailed proposal, and then went straight to the commander's office.

Ren Shuo was still a emotionless robot for stamping and signing documents, but after the marriage certificate incident, he was more careful every time he stamped and signed.

At least confirm the contents of the file, or check for any hidden compartments or other issues.

"Commander, are you busy?"

Essex knocked on the door and then came in.

"Essex, what's the matter... Belfast?" Ren Shuo put down his pen and asked Belfast to pour tea.