Hikigaya, the Son-in-law of Three Surnames

Hachiman touched her head. Eriri glared at him, but she couldn't help but feel moved. The interest that had lasted for more than ten years had already been integrated into the imprint of her life.

"I understand." This guy forced himself on me, that's it, yeah.

"Then I will be your first fan, the first one to give you a reward, Captain. Remember to say 'Thank you for the rocket, boss. You are so generous.'"

Eriri looked oddly grimaced, with bumps all over her body for some reason, so she quickly changed the subject.

"By the way, let me tell you, when my mother recovered some of her memory, she told me that her family was very poor."

"Hmm? And then?" Hachiman asked curiously.

But Ying Lili also shook her head: "I don't know either. Mom should have fully recovered her memory by then, but she still pretended to only remember things before she was ten years old and told me about her poor childhood. Although I didn't understand it, I just felt that I had to tell you."

Then Eriri repeated to Hachiman what her mother had told her that night.

Eriri didn't know why, but she always felt that this was the key to the success or failure of Hachiman's trip, although it was just an unfounded intuition.

"I've made a note of it." Hachiman nodded. He himself didn't understand it for the time being.

"Sir, we have arrived at Narita Airport." Hayasaka Ai said in a cold voice.

Hachiman nodded, and went down with Eriri. After walking a few steps, he spoke to Hayasaka Ai.

"You already know the route I plan to take to sneak across, right?"

Hayasaka Ai was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to say.

"Remember don't make a mistake." Hachiman waved his hand and took Eriri's hand and walked into the airport lobby.

However, as soon as he walked into the door, he saw two noble ladies, Yukinoshita Kiyoyuki and Fujiwara Kaori, standing there. Kiyoyuki was fanning himself with his plane ticket.

Yukinoshita Kiyoyuki looked at the two people holding hands, and her eyes became more fierce. Eriri shrank her head. She was really a little afraid of this serious Mrs. Yukinoshita. The aura of that traditional noble lady made her scalp numb.

But when he returned to Hachiman, all the words he had to say were reduced to the word "wronged".

She understood Minamoto no Raikou's warning, so she felt even more aggrieved. The Yukinoshita family is his last base camp. Even if something happens to him while he travels far and wide, at least as long as the Yukinoshita family is preserved, he will have a chance to turn things around. This kind of cautiousness is something a noble lady like Minamoto no Raikou would not understand.

Hachiman smiled and said, "Your Highness Raikou doesn't understand, but don't I understand you? Why do you feel so wronged?"

Yukinoshita Kiyoyuki tilted her head slightly and handed him the plane ticket: "Although I don't approve of you going abroad now, I know I can't stop you. Be careful... Your whole family is waiting for you to come back."

Yukinoshita Kiyoyuki said frankly that she didn't know what Shinomiya Yunying was up to, and she had a strong feeling that he would do something small. At this time, Hachiman, the backbone, was not there, and she felt a little uneasy, but she did not stop him.

She had already been mocked by that woman for being selfish and only caring about her family and not caring about him. Was she going to be mocked by her for being too controlling and for not letting go of the man?

Hachiman hummed, gave a few instructions, and then looked at Murasaki Shikibu. She was still blooming alone like a hydrangea, as if isolated from the world. When she saw Hachiman looking at her, she just stuffed a note into Hachiman's pocket and said, "Be careful of bad women when you go out this time."

"Bad woman?"

"Don't you think you're too lucky to have met only good women? According to probability, it's time for you to meet some bad women."

Not sure if she was just being crow-mouthed or stating the facts, or maybe a bit of both, Murasaki Shikibu said with the corner of her mouth slightly raised.

Hachiman shook the piece of paper in his hand and said, "If you want to say that your daughter is a bad woman, just say it directly. Is there any need to beat around the bush like this?"

Without thinking, you know that this note contains the contact information of Kaori's daughter, Kasumigaoka Utaha. It can be said that the relationship between you two mother and daughter is really bad.

The mother directly said that her daughter was a bad woman. She didn’t know how her daughter would describe her mother, but it probably wouldn’t be good.

However, he did not plan to look for this Kasumigaoka. After all, he still did not want Xiangzi's daughter to be in danger.

Before leaving, Hachiman hugged Eriri, and then, as if by surprise, hugged the two ladies.

Just then, I met Hayasaka Ai who had just parked her car. Her eyes widened slightly, as if she had learned some incredible fact.

Hachiman ignored her, waved his hand, and started going through security, leaving the country without notifying anyone else.

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A day later, he got off the plane at the Paris airport and took a bus to the northern French city of Caen as a tourist. He strolled in the port town with Baroque-style buildings. In addition to tourists, there were many illegal immigrants preparing to cross the English Channel to the Port of Portsmouth. In fact, from Hachiman's point of view, they were quite easy to recognize, as most of them had timid and flickering eyes.

Just before smuggling, he slowly walked through an ochre-colored alley and entered a handicraft jewelry store. The store looked like it was barely able to swat flies, but it was able to stay open.

The nearly 1.9-meter-tall white man could tell at a glance that the strange foreign visitor was from Japan.

"There's no sushi here. We've come to the wrong place." I didn't know he could speak Neon.

"I was introduced by Nishikawa." Hachiman took off his hat and said calmly.

Three nights later, in Portsmouth, a port city in the southeast of Ying Country, on a beach often visited by illegal immigrants, a team of strong men armed like mercenaries were guarding here. One of the bearded men yawned and said to the captain: "Captain, we have been guarding here for two days. Will the yellow-skinned man we are targeting really come?"

"Shut up. If you don't want to guard the place, go and ask the head of the family..." Although the older captain said this, his face clearly showed impatience. If Hachiman was there, he would recognize that this was one of the Spencer armed forces who kidnapped Sayuri that night.

I really don't know where Mr. John received the information that said that the extremely arrogant local tyrant would come to Ying Country that day, and he just waited for two days and suffered from the sea breeze.

But thinking about the anger he felt that day, and the idea of ​​taking revenge by dismembering that guy, gave him the patience to continue waiting.

The bearded man squatted down out of boredom, and when he saw a small crab, he picked it up and put it directly into his mouth and bit it into pieces.

"There's movement, everyone be on alert." The captain wanted to curse, but he heard the barely perceptible sound of an engine.

Sure enough, a shabby little fishing boat floated over, and it was most likely the guy named Hikigaya.

A light of revenge burned in the captain's eyes, even though the opponent only had one person and it was a sneak attack.

But there is no such thing as despicable in war. All the members raised their guns and waited for the captain's order, and then they shot the small fishing boat into a sieve.

"Hey, is that little guy trembling in fear inside the boat?" someone said with a smile.

"Did you... hear any singing?" asked a mercenary with sharp ears.

As the small fishing boat got closer, I realized it was not an illusion. The small fishing boat was actually playing music, which was comparable to the sound of Tik Tok.

"I'm playing in the mud in Northeast China?" Someone imitated him, and the captain looked strange.

"Shoot..." But just as he was about to order the shooting, he suddenly saw high energy approaching from the thermal imager.

Suddenly realizing what it was, he yelled, "RPG!"

The weird Northeastern guy playing in the mud just now slightly obscured the huge sound of the rocket-propelled grenade launch. Hearing the captain's shout, the mercenaries immediately evaded tactically, but the next moment, the grenade blew a big hole on the beach, raising countless sea sand. Even if they were not hit directly by the grenade, the impact wave of the close-range explosion was enough to directly destroy the semicircular canals. Those who were a little closer were blown to pieces. There were 52 people, and one-third of them were killed before they even fired a shot.

Fortunately, the captain was far away from the explosion. As soon as he stood up, he saw the seemingly shabby small fishing boat accelerating as if it was about to hit him.

All I heard was a crisp clicking sound, and a bright light flashed over the beach. I had just been attacked by a sneak attack from an RPG, and before I could catch my breath, my glasses were blinded by the flash.

A strong sense of conspiracy arose in the captain's heart. He could already confirm that he was being tricked, and the information was leaked in advance, or it was released on purpose.

But as soon as he opened his eyes, despair slowly filled them.

Hachiman, who was on the small broken fishing boat, pulled open the raised cloth at the front of the boat. He stayed in Caen for two whole days just to modify things.

He showed a stern smile with a six-barrel 7.62mm rotary machine gun. As the saying goes, the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind it. In fact, the mantis was himself. He used himself as bait and when he landed, he wiped out most of the Spencer's armed forces in one go.

Thank you, Sigong Yunying.

While Hachiman was grateful in his heart, the heavy machine guns he set up continued to spit out flames on the coast, turning the originally beautiful beach into a hell on earth with blood and flesh, accompanied by mud playing and screams.

Chapter 1: My roommate is very insignificant but not ordinary at all

In Zone 2 of London, there are already many runners exercising in Finsbury Park in the early morning. For Britain, where it is rainy and cold all year round, the dry and bright autumn is one of the few good seasons.

The golden sun rises slowly, shining on the Paz Apartment near the park. The soft alarm clock rang. If the owner wakes up gracefully, stretches, and says with a smile, "What a nice day", then this well-decorated apartment with a rent of nearly one thousand pounds per week is worthy of being considered upper-class.

As a result, the tense fleshy arm swept the cat head alarm clock to the ground, and the magic water, Apple notebook and white mug were all affected.

There was a knock on the door not far away, and the owner who was sleeping on his stomach lazily stuffed his head with a pillow.

The person outside the door opened the door upon seeing this, and looked at the things scattered on the ground without seeming surprised: "Breakfast will be ready in about twenty minutes, didn't we make an appointment today?"

"Mmm...Mmm..." Sleeping Beauty made muffled sounds through her nose, her scattered long hair casually dotted the white mattress, revealing only two tight and fleshy long legs under the white shirt.

"Ah, why are you staying up late again? I really can't do anything about you. Remember to get up."

The light girl's voice, subtly carrying the feeling of a mature wife, the roommate slowly closed the door.

But fate seemed to not allow her to enjoy a good sleep in autumn. The phone rang again, and a nasal voice made a meaningless venting sound. She picked up the phone in a half-asleep state.

"Hello, I don't need to buy a house and I'm not interested in securities." Then he hung up the phone, and his consciousness slowly sank into the abyss again.

As a result, the phone rang again, and this time she finally couldn't sleep anymore. She suddenly opened her eyes and sat up in a duck position on the soft bed. The bay window reflected her beautiful figure wearing only a loose white shirt. The buttons of the white shirt were loose, and it seemed easy to see the deep ravines inside, as well as the bad temper of getting up.

"You actually took the initiative to call me. I hope it won't rain in London today." She said to the person on the other end of the phone with some boredom.

"Huh? No one is looking for me. What's wrong? Distant relatives, aren't all our relatives dead?"

"Ha, why do I have to entertain a strange relative for you?"

"climb."

The female college student who had just lost her girlish look hung up the phone impatiently. Three seconds later, she drove the annoying woman out of her mind, patted her cheeks, got out of bed and posed in front of the full-length mirror. She was not skinny. On the contrary, her tight thighs and plump chest made her look like a disaster to everyone. That is...

"Hmm...Have you been drinking too much happy water recently?"

She touched her smooth belly, which was as smooth as cream, and had a slightly plump feeling, as if the edge of a pair of stockings outlined the slightly exposed roundness. That wonderful sense of balance was a gift from God.

She looked at herself with great satisfaction. Hmm, so pleasing to the eyes, so perfect.

She is always narcissistic.

She got up from the messy chair beside the bed, and slowly wrapped the black tights from the toes to the entire hips, outlining a tight shape. Then she put on denim shorts, took off the white shirt that served as pajamas, and changed into a slightly loose shirt and a light green knitted jacket. She looked in the mirror and gradually turned into a high-class girl, intellectual and elegant. Her mature and plump figure surpassed the average literary girl. This kind of explosive figure is probably only possessed by butter. Finally, she put on the iconic white headband.

Utaha Kasumigaoka has completely forgotten the bad phone call she received in the morning and welcomed the beginning of another beautiful day in London.

"Good morning, Xiaohui." After opening the door, she greeted her roommate.

Her roommate, Kato Megumi, is an international student who has just arrived in China. She is a slightly cute girl but has little presence. However, she has a very easy-going personality, making her a perfect roommate. More importantly, she cooks much better than she does.

Shiyu had just greeted Kato Megumi, but saw her make a gesture. Shiyu stuck out her tongue slightly, closed her mouth and quietly went into the bathroom. From the large floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the entire Finsbury Park. You can wake up every day full of energy. Of course, the rent is also very expensive.

She had always lived alone, and the reason she posted the rental information was not because of the rent, but because she felt it was too empty to live alone. Three weeks ago, Kato Megumi, an international student, did not choose to live in the dormitory, but strangely found her place through Zoopla (a rental app). However, after Kato Megumi took a look at the house and asked the price, she said she was sorry to bother her.

But Shiyu had an inexplicable liking for the plainly dressed Kato Megumi. After confirming her identity as an exchange student, she found out that she was a junior in the same department and college. So she agreed that she would pay most of the rent, and Kato Megumi would be responsible for cooking and cleaning. So three weeks later, she was finally freed from the life of daily takeout. Long live white rice.

After washing, I heard Kato Hui say to the phone: "This is how to make today's tomato pasta and pan-fried bacon and cabbage. Remember to click three times in one go. Bye everyone."

Kato Megumi said goodbye bye to the camera of the mobile phone in a handsome way.

Shiyu sat at the table, waiting for Kato Megumi to finish recording the VLOG, and then brought over breakfast, which was the tomato pasta and bacon cabbage she had just mentioned, and a cup of warm milk. Thank God for letting me get away from cereal and milk. It is so happy to have someone make breakfast for me.

She opened her phone and went to YouTube, watching Kato Megumi's old videos. She took a sip of milk and said, "You are so different in front of the camera than in real life."

In the video, Kato Megumi has her hair in braids, and her eyes, movements and temperament all reveal a decisive and handsome look. She seems like a completely different person from the somewhat slow-paced Kato Megumi in real life.

"Well, this is also necessary packaging. After all, I make videos to make money, and personality is very important."

When Shiyu heard her roommate's rather professional answer, she remembered that Kato Megumi seemed to have a talent in front of the camera and could act in any role.

As someone said, it is precisely because Kato Megumi is blank that she can be easily colored with other colors.

After all, Kato Megumi can really earn a living through VLOG to support her daily expenses in London, which is not low. Unlike Shiyu, Kato Megumi comes from an ordinary family.

"Who taught you this knowledge?" Shiyu asked curiously.

Kato Megumi's movement holding the cup of milk suddenly paused, and suddenly, she covered her mouth and rushed to the bathroom. Soon after, she heard bursts of retching sounds.

Shiyu was not surprised. Rather, it was because Kato Megumi did not hide anything from her before she moved in.

Shiyu leaned against the door, waiting for Kato Megumi to calm down, with water droplets still dripping from her wet face. Shiyu handed her a tissue.

"Thank you." Kato Megumi said softly.

"Do you need me to accompany you to the hospital to get the results this afternoon?" Shi Yu asked calmly.

"I hope it troubles you. It's already troublesome enough for me to ask you to accompany me today." Kato Megumi stroked her flat belly with a slightly embarrassed expression.

"What nonsense! I don't want to go back to having cereal or salad for breakfast."

"Well, senior's cooking is really bad." Kato Megumi said honestly.

Shiyu said she couldn't stand it anymore, so she just called out "I her meow" directly.

"But I'm wondering, why do you want me to accompany you to break up with your boyfriend when you're like this?"

Although she smelled something unusual, she did not ask directly and was even willing to provide Xiaohui with breakup services.

"Because...I want to be a good person?" Kato Megumi tilted her head, looking a little cute.

"Huh? What the hell, why is it a rhetorical question?"

Her roommate is apparently invisible, but she is not ordinary at all.

Chapter 2 Theme of Teacher Xia Shizi's New Book

After retching, Kato Megumi returned to normal and ate her breakfast calmly. There was meat, carbohydrates and milk, a rich combination. Even though her wallet was not well-off, she still took the time to make a nutritious meal that was both delicious and cheap.

Utaha Kasumigaoka forked the bacon on the plate, and her two tight black stockings legs were shaking like a child.

"Xiaohui, I heard you say that you originally planned to go abroad with your boyfriend, but since you are ready to break up, why don't you stay in the country? Wouldn't it be easier to break up this way? You can use the excuse of long-distance relationship as an excuse."