Y-you have a brother?
Shen Le's thoughts snapped away from the shopping list. His first reaction was that it was absurd. Since when did Cloud Kun have a brother?
Who was his brother? Yan'an or Zunyi?
Or had he become even more accomplished, becoming brothers with Liaoning, Shandong, and Fujian?
Shen Le violently shook his head, tossing away his runaway thoughts. Liaoning and Shandong were impossible, and even the Type 055 was impossible—those were pillars of the nation. Any little movement from them would generate endless online news reports.
Even if someone was not a military enthusiast, or paid no attention to the news at all, such information would still find its way into their ears:
For instance, something about one of our Type 055s setting off a huge firecracker in the south these past few days—
There had been no such news domestically lately, which meant they had not deployed. In that case, Cloud Kun's so-called brother ought to be a lower-ranking ship—
"Which one is your brother?" Shen Le softened his voice as much as possible, like a parent who had discovered their child had made a friend and feared that, if they spoke too loudly, the child would no longer dare tell them about it. "Where is he now? How is he doing? How did you meet?"
[You don't know my brother—...] The little wooden boat hummed and hawed. [He's a fish! A really, really huge fish! When I was diving and drawing maps, he brought me things a few times—food, and sparkly stones from the seabed...]
Shen Le scratched his head, unsure whether he should complain or breathe a sigh of relief.
No warship from their country had suddenly gained intelligence and become sworn brothers with Cloud Kun. Was that a good thing or not—
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