Su Xin: “…You two have a really good relationship.
Kewei: "Be careful or I'll feed you!"
Su Xin: "Yes, hello."
Kewei: "You are the one who wants to take the postgraduate entrance examination, right?"
After thanking Shangri-La, the two men started arguing with each other and laughing.
Jean Bart was not as eloquent as them, never said such nonsense, and his daily communication was always concise.
When they met in private, she seldom saw the little conductor so talkative, he was in the most relaxed and comfortable state.
"...I can't become like this."
She propped her chin up in boredom and looked away, but accidentally discovered that the manager behind the counter was looking at what was written on the little conductor's table.
The highly alert pirate narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the other clerks.
Denver's occasional furtive glances, Honolulu's short walks, Shangri-La's fiddling with their phones.
All of this proves that the intentions of several people in this store are not pure.
Jean Bart thought that since he had encountered it, he couldn't touch the cat, dog, rat or bird anyway, so he might as well help the little guy solve the problem.
So she sat against the wall with an empty stomach, using her excellent geographical location to observe the few shop assistants.
After all, she is a ship girl, her five senses are better than those of ordinary people, and if she listens attentively to the whispers, she can still vaguely make out the content.
Denver: "Hey, it's the guy the boss mentioned, right?"
Shangri-La: "Well, you're blocking the camera, don't get so close."
Denver: “Did the boss ask you to take this?”
Shangri-La: "Yes, that's why they hired me at such a high price."
Denver: “I remember you used to provide pictures for magazines?”
Shangri-La: “Photographer.”
Denver: "The famous kind?"
Shangri-La: "I am a bit famous at best. I take pictures of insects and fossil skeletons. Maybe my boss thinks I am good at grasping details? I can't say for sure."
Denver: "Oh...what about Empire? Why let her be the store manager?"
Shangri-La: "Hmm... I don't know. Maybe they think this will lower the target's defenses?"
Denver: "You mean... Empire is our store's mascot?"
Shangri-La: “No, Honolulu.
Denver: "Uh... because she's the boss's sister?"
Shangri-La: "She is actually the elder sister, but she just looks like the younger sister."
Denver: “I know, but after spending these days together…”
Honolulu: “I heard it all!”
Jean Bart frowned and looked around the restaurant which was temporarily staffed by people from various fields. He found that the decoration was very new and there was not much left. It was obvious that a lot of money was spent to hire people to repair it.
She remembered that there seemed to be a snack bar next to the cafe. It did good business and didn't look like it would suddenly close down.
Combined with what the few people were whispering about, she reasonably suspected that the boss might have authorized the purchase of the shop and invited them over in order to do something to the little commander.
As for the boss's identity, it's easy to guess.
It seems like Honolulu’s older sister, but it’s actually the younger sister’s. Besides Helena, the only other one is St. Louis.
But Jean Bart couldn't remember where his commander had provoked the other side. In fact, not many ships could be captured in each activity, and no one was sent to investigate before joining.
Therefore, St. Louis's purpose was definitely not simple, and she needed to tell the commander all of this so that the other party would be more vigilant.
Jean Bart was about to get up with a sullen look on his face when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the orange-yellow mass that had run to his feet and was lying there.
"......Um?"
"Meow~"
".....?
"Meow…?"
Jean Bart, who was always despised and guarded by various small animals, finally met the fat orange who gained weight by eating leopard gall in this restaurant full of conspiracy.
She stared at the beautiful cat eyes for a moment, then sat back in her seat, bent down, reached out tentatively, and successfully lifted the fur ball onto her legs.
The plush on her fingertips was incredibly smooth, a satisfaction she rarely experienced.
Jean Bart: "Are you... the pig who always comes to the port area to eat and drink for free?"
Fat Orange: ???
Jean Bart: "Oh... I haven't ordered yet, what would you like to eat?"
Fat Orange: “Meow~”
Jean Bart: "Is there fish on the menu...?"
Su Xin: "We ordered it, right? It happens to be a big portion, why don't we just eat it together?"
The pirate nodded, but then felt something was wrong. He looked up and saw the commander smiling at him foolishly and the fearsome one making a friendly invitation.
Jean Bart: "...No."
Fat Orange: “Meow!”
Su Xin: "Look, it can't refuse. This is a rare opportunity to pet a cat. Let's share a table?"
Jean Bart: "...Okay."
Chapter 1101 Confused Restaurant 3
It was the first time that a non-staff member sat opposite a couple.
Although Jean Bart is straightforward, he still has basic emotional intelligence, which makes him fundamentally different from a certain foolish commander.
She had just agreed to share a seat, but she regretted it as soon as she sat down.
It's not that the two of them showed their affection regardless of the occasion and without regard for others, but that she herself felt it was inappropriate.
You said that [Mihu Restaurant] happened to be opened next to the coffee shop, opposite to the equipment store, and there was a bathhouse diagonally, and all the people coming and going were familiar faces.
When she asked Bar to sit between the young couple, those who knew her thought they were sharing the table, while those who didn't thought she was forcing them to be kissed.
Especially that guy from Changdao, he started with a picture and made up all the content, most of which was written very well, it's hard not to believe it.
If a scandal really arises, she will feel uncomfortable just thinking about what kind of looks she will receive.
But now that she was seated, it was impossible for her to say something like "I want to sit back and eat alone". The soft-hearted little commander would not let her go back no matter what.
It was no use trying to find an excuse to escape. She hadn't figured out what the restaurant employees were up to yet, so how could she give up halfway?
Jean Bart was in a dilemma, neither leaving nor staying. He sat stiffly in his seat with a cold face, looking like a rich mother who likes to wave checks to persuade people to break up.
This results in a lot of pressure on the person sitting opposite.
She thought that she had never provoked him. He usually jumped around in his room. Wasn't the house sturdy?
Besides, the rock enthusiasts were all hidden in the airtight back room. It was not like they were dragging their speakers out to rock the streets. How could they affect Jean Bart in the other building?
After thinking for a long time, there is only one possibility left.
The young conductor who was drinking sweet tea frowned, "Hmm... Uh-huh - why are you pinching my thigh?"
Kewei, who wanted to pinch the soft flesh but failed because his girlfriend's skin was too slippery, glanced at Jean Bart, who had a straighter body and a colder expression, and quickly lowered his head, almost unable to hold it together.
"It's over, it's over... She doesn't think I'm a woman who likes to be shy, does she?"
The pirates, who always stick to their word, are also in great pain.
She really couldn't think of a suitable expression to deal with the intimacy between lovers, so she had to maintain her expressionless state and try to be an exquisite statue.
Su Xin was the only one at the small table who didn't feel awkward, and wasn't even affected at all.
She really just came out to eat today.
She and Kewei finished running in the morning and talked about this after a short rest. After confirming that there was not much work, the two hit it off and immediately went out together.
One was there for the cute pets, the other was there to check in at the new store, and they didn't consider this meal as a date at all.
When meeting family members when going out to eat, she naturally invited them to share the table, not to mention there was an orange pig. Su Xin, who loved furry things, had no time to think about whether it was awkward or not, and her mind was completely focused on petting the cat.
"It's not afraid of people... Sister Jean Bart, I just heard you say that it's the cat that comes to our house every day to eat?"
Barely having a topic to talk about, Jean Bart relaxed his expression a little and nodded coolly, "Well, I haven't seen it often, so it should be correct."
"Have you fed it?"
"...I have fed him." Jean Bart said, glancing at the commander, "The sausages I got from that guy Louis IX."
As soon as Su Xin heard it, she remembered that she had asked the Templar Knights of [Free Iris] to get along well with the big pirates of [Vichy Church].
Now it seems to be working, at least Jean Bart can call people's names without emotion.
She laughed foolishly twice, picked up the ball of fur and placed it next to the legs of Jean Bart who was sitting opposite her.
"Would you like to touch it? It's rare to see one. I heard from my fourth uncle that the little animals in the store usually don't go home."
"I've already told you that he's not your fourth uncle, guest." Denver, who was not far away, loudly retorted.
Jean Bart glanced at the shop assistants and made sure that they were not doing anything special, then he raised his hand to touch them, but his hand failed.
I looked down and saw that the chubby cat had come to the little commander's legs and was lying there.
Jean Bart has a constant "negative affinity" physique, so it would be a lie if he said he was not disappointed.
To be honest, except for her serious expression, which makes her unable to act like a soft, aunt or a lady when girls see cute things, she is pretty good in other aspects.
Why aren't the little ones fond of it?
"...Or is it because of this?" Jean Bart looked at the commander who was bending over to play with the cat, "Is it because of this that she doesn't like me...?"
In fact, there is nothing to complain about. She has always known that her serious and cold appearance is not as friendly as others, and she does not speak as tenderly as them.
She is Jean Bart, the last battleship on the seven seas. She has her own pride and will not change her principles just to please or get close to anyone.
If something makes her unable to be herself, she will give up everything, or plunder everything. There is absolutely no such thing as traditional arts.
As I was thinking, the sofa cushion beside me sank slightly, and the scent of peach lingered on my nose.
"I'm holding it, can you touch it again?"
Jean Bart came back to his senses, glanced at the girl who approached him, and then looked at the orange ball of hair on her leg.
"...No need. I won't accept charity."
"This is not charity at all." Su Xin's mind raced, "You are a great pirate, so you should be tougher and not miss any opportunity. Look, I caught it for you."
These words seemed to imply something else, but considering someone's below-average emotional intelligence, Jean Bart wisely chose not to think too much about it and raised his hand to cover the ball of plush.
The touch was just as imagined, smooth and soft, slightly higher than one's body temperature, which brought obvious heat transfer and felt comfortable to the heart.
"How is it? Does it feel good?" The little conductor seemed to be showing off, looking very proud.
Jean Bart looked at her, then looked at Kewei who turned back to take the photo, "...Yeah, it feels good."
"Really? They also said that I was immature and childish, but being furry is really stress-relieving."
“…That’ll do.”
Jean Bart was not addicted. He rubbed it for a while and then pulled his hand away. He looked at the little commander and said seriously, "You can do it like this now."
Su Xin was so happy holding the cat in her arms, "I still need to improve in all aspects, but I am very happy that you praise me."
"Ah."
"Do you still want to touch it?"
"No, sit back down."
The little finger gesture was in a really good mood, "It's okay, just sit over here, I'm afraid the photo will think I'm in the way, and I might even be in the photo, so I'd better stay back."
"No way! Last time I said something bad to you because you had a sullen face!" The aircraft carrier retorted unsatisfactorily, and the young commander quickly responded.
