Hikigaya, the Son-in-law of Three Surnames

"I'm Miss Hui. I'm on the streets of Shibuya right now. Before I went to bed last night, I suddenly wanted to be a UP host. I'm a very simple person. If you pay attention to me, I'll give you money, so I'm giving money here..."

Miss Hui was talking happily into her phone. Her sapphire necklace was too bright in the sunlight.

Looking at the crowds flocking in and the desire and longing in their eyes, Kato Megumi was not afraid at this moment. Instead, she felt like she could control the desires of these people.

She deliberately scolded the crowd who came forward without reason, and saw them shrink their heads and take two steps back, but they were all observing her expression and acting accordingly.

Kato Megumi felt as if she had completely transformed herself into the unruly young lady in the setting.

No, she is Miss Hui.

Seeing Kato Megumi like this, Hachiman yawned lightly and instructed the head of the planning department: "Once the video comes out, put it on the homepage and splash screen ads immediately. Twitter trending searches and water army must start to move. The account must reach more than 50,000 followers today."

The publicity department began to launch a high-speed promotion campaign around Kato Megumi. Compared with the media promotion costs, the 5 million yen directly distributed was nothing at all and was just a gimmick.

The young man looked at the flower of desire that was gradually blooming on the originally Buddhist girl, and his heart was shaken. He felt from the bottom of his heart that it was very beautiful.

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After a day of hard work, the city of Tokyo was gradually shrouded in darkness. I had just closed my stall at Shibuya Crossing and was on my way back to Shinjuku with the street lights flashing.

Kato Megumi, who was physically tired but mentally in a state of excitement, casually handed the water bottle she had taken a sip of to her assistant Kosaka Miyuki, and kept paying attention to the growth in the number of fans of her own account on TikTok. Then she quickly switched the background to the hot search list on Twitter, watching the ranking of topics about herself gradually rise. As if she had taken stimulants, she refreshed the number of fans and fan comments on TikTok every ten seconds.

It looks exactly like what a failed writer recommends on the homepage.

Kosaka Miyuki glanced at Kato Megumi, looked at her faint dark circles and her red eyes reflected by the backlight of the phone. How should I put it? I felt somewhat fortunate that I was not the one chosen?

This is only the first day......

As the night deepened, considering the convenience of movement over the next three days, Kato Megumi and Kosaka Miyuki were sent to the employee dormitory not far from the company.

After handing the keys to the two men, Hachiman left briskly and returned to the company.

Kato Megumi gradually calmed down and watched the young man leave with the key in her hand, feeling relieved. If he suggested going to his room for tea, Megumi didn't know how to answer.

In fact, she has never understood why those female stars are always easily taken advantage of and then come out crying. If they don’t want to, can’t they just refuse?

But now she understood a little bit. Being in a big melting pot environment, it is not something that you can refuse just because you want to.

"I say, Kato..." After working as an assistant for a day, Kosaka Miyuki didn't even feel that angry.

"What's wrong?" Kato Megumi gradually turned back into that Buddhist girl. There were two people in front of and under the camera.

Kosaka Miyuki pursed his lips and said, "What are you going to do after these three days? No...you don't have to answer. I was the one who said too much."

Patrol Kosaka hurried into the staff dormitory.

Kato Megumi stood at the door for a moment, and then went to her room. Bedding and daily necessities had already been prepared for her. But as soon as she entered the room, the drastic changes of the day made her extremely tired. She immediately lay down on the soft bed, not wanting to move a finger.

But not long after, I still couldn't help but open TikTok and clicked on the waiting page of Aipipi. Her beautiful makeup photo appeared in front of me. Anyone who has opened TikTok today will see her appearance, whether actively or passively.

This is the attention of the entire network. In one day, her account gained 60,000 followers, and her video of giving away money today has been viewed more than 4 million times.

She couldn't help but refresh the user comments all the time. Countless people were commenting "Miss Hui is great!" and "Miss Hui is on board". There were also many people saying that she was acting and that she was a green tea.

She was unhappy about the bad comments, but she followed the man's instructions and did not make any rebuttal or delete the comments.

She turned over, put her phone aside, looked at the ceiling, and felt the high-frequency beating of her heart.

Kato Megumi pressed her hands on her chest. This was where she felt most vividly at the moment, hotter than ever before.

Suddenly, her cell phone rang. She looked at the caller's number on the screen and saw it was Ren Ye.

"Tomoya-kun?"

"Xiaohui, how was your internship today?"

"Not bad, I met a lot of nice people."

She didn't know why. She hadn't done anything to let Lun Yejun down, and the man never mentioned the mistake he made that night. But she couldn't help but play with the sapphire necklace. She felt guilty about letting Lun Yejun down.

"Ah, that's great. I've been worried that your personality isn't suitable for this job, Xiaohui. What did you do today? Did you make copies or distribute flyers?"

Hui pursed her lips and said, "Just hand out flyers, but I'm quite happy about it."

Flyers = money, in essence, they are all promoting her, so it doesn’t seem like a lie.

And although she knew that Lun was concerned about her, the sentence "I'm also worried that your personality is not suitable for the job" made her feel unhappy and looked down upon.

If it were in the past, she would also think that she was not suitable, but now she has more than 60,000 fans.

Miss Hui... was originally just a joke from that man, but now it is the shadow she wants to hold on to tightly, and the proof of her shining on the star stage.

"Oh, oh, Xiaohui, I saw a very interesting anime today. It was about traveling to another world, and it recorded in detail the characteristics of women in that world. This idea is really interesting............"

Kato Megumi listened to her boyfriend starting to talk about otaku topics again. In the past, she was very happy to listen to Ren Ye talking about these things, thinking that this guy was innocent and cute, but now she just felt very tired and couldn't help but interrupt him.

"Ryouya-kun, aren't we supposed to review oral English today?"

"......Ah, ah, of course I have to review, but it's a bit troublesome when there's no one around who can speak English. And it's necessary to relax occasionally, Xiaohui."

"Yeah, that's right, come on, Tomoya-kun." Why am I doing all this?

Next, Tomoya continued to talk about his otaku topic. Kato Megumi didn't say anything this time, but as usual, she expressed some of her thoughts appropriately. In fact, Tomoya could talk very well by himself.

"That's it, see you in three days."

"Yeah, see you in three days."

Finally, Kato Megumi held on until the time came to hang up the phone. Her body curled up on the bed. A surge of anger suddenly arose in her heart, and she subconsciously wanted to smash the phone away, but in the end, she put it down.

Suddenly I remembered what that man said today: This is your first debut, don’t mess it up and then cry.

Although she didn't mess up her first debut, she still felt like crying.

Her hand slowly reached inside the quilt.

After that night, although Renye hinted several times, Kato Megumi avoided the issue because she was worried that certain facts would be discovered by him, and their relationship did not progress.

However, it taught her how to relieve stress.

Three days later, will she be Miss Hui, or Kato Hui?

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The lights in Tiktik's office have been dimmed, and there is no one else except a few media staff who are still busy contacting the media for tomorrow's event.

Murasaki Shikibu walked slowly through the office area and entered the dark president's office under the fixed gaze of the male media staff.

Lights off, but someone is there.

Hachiman sat in the president's chair, looking at the neon night scene of Shinjuku, which was bustling and full of desire.

Seeing Murasaki Shikibu coming in, the young man was not surprised, he just waved his hand: "Come here."

Murasaki Shikibu walked over slowly and sat on the young man's lap.

Seeing Hachiman's hands restless, Murasaki Shikibu held them down and said timidly, "Don't move. I'm afraid I can't fool myself."

Hachiman smiled, nodded, and continued to look at the bustling scene outside the window with the beauty in his arms, as well as the lights in the staff dormitory that he saw in the distance being turned off.

Murasaki Shikibu lay in his arms somewhat comfortably: "Why did you bring up that girl's extravagance?"

"Is this, writing material?" Hachiman asked jokingly.

Murasaki Shikibu frowned slightly, wondering if she wanted others to think she was jealous, so she gave him a complaining look.

"Is desire so bad?" Hachiman asked back.

"Not really..." Murasaki Shikibu was speechless for a moment.

"For example, in order to feel the emotions of the characters you wrote, you personally played the role in the book. Is there anything wrong with this desire to make yourself stronger?"

"For example, Kato Megumi, although I gave her the opportunity, she didn't want to be a drag, she wanted to be more popular, and wanted to stand on the stage to prove herself. What's wrong with this desire?"

"Even Kosaka Miyuki, if she wanted to get promoted, she would use all the resources she could to fight for it. I also like and admire people who are willing to work hard and fight for it, so I still keep her in the company and give her opportunities."

Hachiman looked at Murasaki Shikibu gently and said, "Kaori, I hate Japan's low-desire society the most. I hate those who only talk but don't do anything. Living is very difficult for me. I try my best to drink my last drop of blood until there is nothing left. But if I don't do this, I won't even have a chance to turn over. Qingxue told me that we should just go back to Chiba, which is our territory. But can I really watch the Sonsei Cult grow stronger with my own eyes? Can I watch the rats like Happo Jun occupy the position in the parliament and slowly bite back the Yukinoshita family?"

Many times, in the wind, snow and rain, he did not dare to put down the two knives in his hands. He did not dare to let the girl know when he was injured, for he did not want to make her worry.

How many times have I spoken to myself in front of the mirror with a stone in my mouth, just to get rid of my shyness in front of others and to stop my voice from shaking when I give a speech.

His life is so difficult, can't you be a little jealous of those who think they are Buddhists at a young age?

Murasaki Shikibu rarely spoke at such length. Did the passionate emotions hidden beneath his cynical appearance prove that he had also placed her in a psychological safety zone?

"But not everyone can be like you. People are always prone to forget their original intentions in their desires." Murasaki Shikibu said softly.

Hachiman smiled and said, "What does this have to do with me? I gave her a chance, and she gave me corresponding value. This is a fair trade of capital. As for what she gained and lost along the way, I am not her parent."

If his chance to change his life was to kill Yukino's father, then Kato Megumi's chance was the star-studded stage right now.

That's it? Many people want it all their lives but never meet it.

Moreover, if something can be lost so easily, can it still be called the original intention?

"How can I be so irresponsible... I say, are you seeing your past self in Kato Megumi?" Murasaki Shikibu complained, and suddenly thought of the young man's past appearance that her sister had described to her.

She is more gentle and more passive. She won’t take the initiative to do anything unless she encounters a problem. Isn’t she very similar to Kato Megumi before?

Hachiman rubbed his chin and said, "It seems that there is some truth to this. That's why I always feel uncomfortable when I see her?"

It's like looking back at the dark history of childhood, shouting to my parents that I would destroy you in the name of the moon, and then giving me mixed doubles. Once I recall it, I feel so ashamed that I want to roll on the ground.

Murasaki Shikibu thought for a moment, and then said, "How about we make a bet on whether the girl named Kato Megumi will continue to stay on this stage as the shining Miss Megumi, or go back to being just an ordinary cute female college student, Kato Megumi, in three days."

Murasaki Shikibu then chose for herself: "I'll choose first. If I choose, she will continue to be Kato Megumi. I always feel that this girl is a little special."

Hachiman shrugged, "Then I can only choose her to continue to be Miss Hui, but I hope you can win."

Murasaki Shikibu was puzzled: "Hey, why?"

Hachiman gently slid his nose across hers, "I won't tell you."

Chapter 32: It’s just the president’s task

After a night of fermentation on social media, it finally exploded. After Hui posted a video of a meal worth two million yuan at the Skytree, a private restaurant exclusively for royal aristocrats, her number of fans increased to 200,000.

Overnight, countless people wanted to see how she showed off her wealth, and some people wanted to dig up her background, but they could only investigate Yangyan Project Company and Tiktik.

Just when the growth rate of Miss Hui's account followers slowed down, the next afternoon, the entrance to the "Anime Japan" anime exhibition at Tokyo International Exhibition was crowded with people. Countless otakus were sweating disgustingly as they took pictures of various flying COSERS inside and outside the venue.

From afar, the otakus outside the venue could vaguely hear a deep roar of the turbines, and the beast-like roar became more and more obvious. The low and heavy exhaust note was like an orchestra, and there was a violent friction sound. Everyone saw a pure black sports car with a futuristic sense of technology parked at the entrance. The streamlined carbon fiber-wrapped body exuded the breath of money in the sun. It did not have the hideousness of a beast, but more like a work of art.

"McLaren P1..." Many people who know the goods couldn't help but shout out.

Then let them get excited. Don't get me wrong, sports cars are all the same in the eyes of most otakus. The popularity of this sports car in the otaku circle is all because of... the same boat.

A beautiful woman in a silver mermaid dress slowly walked down from the McLaren P1. Under the sunlight, the pendants on the dress reflected the shining luster like mermaid scales.

"Ah...what a pity." someone shouted.

It is obviously a COS St. Louis costume, but unfortunately the COSER's hardware is not good enough, so the front is gathered up, and it is not so bold, but the large backless design is retained, and the overall look is more elegant and noble, rather than like a high-class woman.

"Hey, is she Miss Hui?" Some otakus looked sharper.

"It seems so." Gradually people recognized her.

Saint Louis Hui gently stroked her hair which was tied into a ponytail instead of a bob. She felt a chill on her back which was a little uncomfortable, but when she saw someone recognized her, she started to lean on a luxury car worth tens of millions of dollars to pose.

Driving a luxury McLaren P1, COS dressed as KanColle St. Louis and appeared at the comic convention.

But it’s all the president’s job.

She started recording videos with her mobile phone and uploading them to TikTok. Sure enough, more and more people started taking photos around her, and some of them uploaded them to Twitter.

Tiktik's publicity department has also begun a remote promotion campaign on Twitter's hot searches. The keywords #惠大小姐圣卢斯# and #惠大小姐麦拉伦P1# appeared on the search list, which in turn attracted more people to take pictures with her.

While posing, she couldn't help but smile like a marketing artist, and her 300,000 fans for today were secured.

It was not until dusk that the crowd at the comic convention gradually began to disperse. Looking at the number of fans on tiktik and the millions of views of her COS videos, she felt a sense of satisfaction as if she had achieved career success.

Hachiman, who was smoking nearby, saw Kato Megumi coming over with sweat on her face, with a subtle look of boasting on his face, and his expression was extremely vivid.

She raised her phone and pointed to her homepage on tiktik. Number of followers: 301248

Hachiman couldn't help but laugh. "You want to show off to me now? Do you know how much money I spent to promote you? Give me a month, and I can promote 10 UP hosts with 30 followers. I also got a McLaren P1. Fortunately, it's rented, otherwise I wouldn't be able to afford it even if I sold both you and me."

Hearing the president say this, Kato Megumi lowered her head slightly.

The young man also began to surrender: "Okay, okay, in such a short time, even if you use all your resources to promote it, you can still reach this number of fans. It is undeniable that you do have the potential to become a UP master. I really want to thank you. Now I have a better chance of attending tomorrow's financing meeting."

Kato Megumi really couldn't suppress her excitement and couldn't help but share the results with her comrades who worked together to promote this "great cause".

Today, except for Yawata who was the driver, no one else followed. Everyone was remotely pushing the direction of marketing promotion in the company.

In the setting sun, the two people's shadows were stretched out, but Kato Megumi surprisingly did not feel uncomfortable.