As the two girls walked towards this side, Wang Yu looked at them quickly but without any trace.
The girl walking in front was a girl who looked a little younger than herself and seemed to have a higher status. She should be the person who spoke about this contact.
She has long straight hair like black silk and brown eyes. She wears a simple long-sleeved sailor suit and a knee-length sports-style culottes. From the hem of the skirt, she can see her smooth and straight calves and a pair of easy-to-move sports shoes. Booties.
Although this girl's pretty face is currently wearing a serious expression, her overall face is still a bit childish. This is not a negative point, but it adds a bit of cuteness to her serious expression.
The girl overall looks slender, even a little delicate, but Wang Yu, who saw her climbing the gangway with flexible hands and feet just now, knew that people should not be judged by their appearance.
In fact, she looks like a "normal person" that Wang Yu is very familiar with.
The silver-haired girl walking a step behind the black-haired girl surprised Wang Yu even more.
If nothing else, this long silver hair is so unique.
Wang Yu had never seen such a hair color before - although those old people used words like "a head of silver threads" to describe it, it was ultimately white, with occasional gray interference.
And pure silver hair like the girl in front of her is more energetic than white and livelier than gray, so she looks quite eye-catching.
Not to mention the very abrupt but seemingly logical red highlights on the forehead of the silver-haired girl, which immediately gave Wang Yu a preconceived impression.
Perhaps this is the girl's inner expression?
People who are not familiar with her will only get a cold look from her, as cold as her long silver hair, and only the lucky person who is closest to her can "see" the crimson on her bangs and her sincere words. smile.
Wang Yu put away some of the carelessness that had arisen in his heart.
It seems that the "people" in this world are still very different from the previous world.
All in all, the two girls in front of him are both pretty and delicious, but Wang Yu is not someone who can't walk when he sees a beautiful girl. He has always been able to distinguish priorities, even if the person standing opposite him now The two of them don't wear clothes or are simply two aliens. As long as they can still communicate, he will ask about business without changing his expression.
While Wang Yu was observing the two girls, they were also observing Wang Yu who was standing near the battleship's main gun.
Wearing a military uniform with a somewhat strange style, he stood upright, tall and tall, with a solemn face and an unswerving gaze. Although his appearance was not shockingly handsome, he was at least above average, but his military-like composure was even more so. It added a lot of temperament to him.
And the black-haired girl has a feeling that the other person has definitely experienced the battlefield of iron and blood. He must have fought countless sirens and paid a heavy price - maybe the accumulation not far behind the person is still there. The metal cartridge smelling of gunpowder and the scars on the battleship as far as the eye could see must have given her this feeling.
The only thing that surprised the black-haired girl might be the other person's age - he seemed a little younger, not much older than herself, which was a bit difficult for her to understand.
She originally thought she would see a gray-haired veteran who had been on the battlefield for a long time, or at least an outstanding general who was middle-aged and looked calm and confident.
Neither party spoke first after meeting, and the scene fell into silence for about three seconds - and the other party obviously didn't want the silence to continue, so the black-haired girl spoke first.
She introduced herself and held out her hand.
"Hello, my name is Habara Mio, and I am the commander of this fleet."
Her voice was clear and powerful but not harsh, and it was pleasant to listen to.
Her name, Hahara is the surname and Mio is the given name, is a bit like the naming style of Sakura Province in the previous world.
She said that she was the commander of that fleet. According to Wang Yu's current understanding of the basic situation of the world, she should be one of the commanders in a certain port area. And the four ships she saw now, It's her personal army.
Well, it seems that she has a certain say in this world.
Wang Yu nodded slightly, gently shook the girl's hand, and introduced himself concisely: "Wang Yu."
He didn't want to say too much, as it would make him appear inexperienced.
He decided to temporarily leave the other party with the image of a ruthless person who doesn't talk much. First of all, silence is golden. There is an old saying in Huazhou that silence makes you rich. I don't say anything. This is the result of falling.
The second is to fit the character you created, at least not to make the other person think, "Ah, you said you lost your memory, but you're still so lively?"
At least for now.
"It's a great honor to meet you." Hahara Mio said sincerely: "Thank you very much for your full help in the past. If it weren't for your appearance and support, our fleet would have suffered heavy losses today."
Wang Yu guessed that she would say that, so he simply replied: "Don't take it to heart."
Then he was silent for half a second and added.
"As long as you are an enemy of the Siren, you are a comrade on the sea."
Hahara Mio nodded seriously, and she took the initiative to praise: "It seems that you are also an excellent commander."
Wang Yu did not answer immediately, but looked into her eyes.
Although this girl seemed to be talking very seriously at the moment, her eyes were subconsciously tilted to her side during the breaks in her words, and her standing posture was constantly making fine adjustments in a way that was difficult to detect.
These small gestures reflect that she seems not comfortable with this "formal" conversation style.
Wang Yu decided to make good use of this feature and temporarily took the initiative in the conversation.
He turned his head and glanced at the silver-haired girl who had been silent: "Who is this?"
"Oh!" Hahara Mio really didn't know how to continue the conversation, so she followed his words and introduced the silver-haired girl next to her: "She is Prince Eugen, the flagship of our fleet, and also my The most intimate secretary ship~"
Wang Yu didn't understand for a while, he frowned: "What did you say?"
I'm asking you about people, you tell me about ships?
Mio Hahara was also stunned: "I said she was Prince Eugen. What's the problem with this...?"
Wang Yu turned his gaze and glanced at the heavy cruiser in the distance, and then tried to insinuate it and asked: "Oh, it's called 'Miss Prinz Eugen', right? So, is it such a coincidence? She has the same name as that battleship. ?”
By the way, what kind of innuendo is this?
You might as well just point at your nose and ask!
"What are you talking about?" Hahara Mio was even more confused now: "She doesn't have the same name as the battleship, she is that battleship."
Wang Yu: "?"
What do you mean she is that battleship?
Of course Wang Yu can understand the meaning of this sentence,
He is not a fool, but he is not easy to understand the deep meaning hidden in this sentence...
She is, a battleship.
Wang Yu took this sentence apart and thought about it.
He glanced at the silver-haired girl subconsciously. Well, Sister Yu, she has a good figure, is tall, and is extremely beautiful.
Then he subconsciously glanced at the heavy cruiser Prinz Eugen parked in the distance. Well, it was a battleship. It was made of steel and had strong guns. It also had a surprising mechanical beauty.
Then he began to try to stack the two images together.
Well. Can't be stacked together.
No...how did he get in touch with each other?
At this moment, he almost lost the calm and solemn expression on his face.
If that were the case, then the grace he had shown just now would have been completely lost.
At least in the end, he managed to control his almost distorted facial expression.
But his subconscious question still betrayed his inner surprise: "So... what are you talking about?"
