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It seemed like I had taken the train for several hours to get to Tokyo, and my butt was numb. Xing Yuanhui heard himself complaining.

Huh? How can you still complain? If you can complain, let me get up!

No one was listening to his complaints here. Instead, these complaints were fleeting, washed away by the ocean of memory, and he became an isolated island in the sea... or a stone, a seagull, anything.

The film then shows the person walking with him - is it Fujiwara no Manzuki in a business suit?

Suture, right? Why not sew the snoring guy next to you who will be the lead singer of the classical music concert tonight? Xing Yuanhui shouted in his dream.

After going to the company to negotiate the contract, agent Shiraishi invited the guests who came from Oma to a concert with a professional smile.

After the concert, the perspective came to the dark lounge backstage, and that pink hair...

Suddenly, the plane in reality shook, and Xing Yuanhui was slightly shaken, and all the complaints in his dream disappeared.

"Hmm..." He murmured subconsciously. When he opened his eyes, it was still dark. He was stunned for a moment, then roughly lifted up the blindfold in front of him.

For a moment, Xing Yuanhui didn't realize that he still had the headband of the headphones on his forehead. The price of pulling up the earmuffs was that the clamped part of the earmuffs scratched his ears hard, making him shrink his head and regain consciousness.

Xing Yuanhui took a deep breath. Although it didn't hurt much, he still rubbed his ears which looked a little red to others.

The boy, who was fully awake, scratched his head with an annoyed look on his face. It was obvious that it was not the right time for him to sleep sitting on the chair as a bed. If he had stayed up all night in class the day before, he would never have slept so miserably.

At this moment, the fragments of the dream also took the opportunity to flow into the brain along the active body, bringing a sense of suspense, and gave the young man, who was flying for the first time, a real lesson in the philosophical question of why it is necessary to upgrade the cabin for long-distance flights.

When he saw this kind of discussion, he thought the answer was simply to do what one can, but judging from the current situation...

Unless you like to wear earmuffs and eye masks in your daily life and feel like you are wrapped in a body bag and unable to move, try to upgrade your cabin if possible, otherwise it will be too difficult to sleep.

He found out that passengers can lie down in the first class cabin when he asked the flight attendant out of boredom yesterday.

A place to lie down! Isn't that enough? Now everyone who wakes up wants a place to lie down!

From the vague complaints that can be heard from the back, it can be seen that the front row is even relatively good. Sitting near the emergency exit, there is no seat in front so you can stretch your legs as much as you want. But the experience in the back row seems to be that the body bag is too small, and the deceased's knees have to be bent.

Then I kept bending, and when I woke up in the morning I felt like I had an amputation. I wanted to relax my thigh which had been stiff since yesterday, but I ended up having to support myself with something to stand up.

So was this the sound of a hand slapping against a seatback that was heard so often in the cabin? He straightened his back and looked back, only his eyes showing as he secretly observed the people who were just out for a walk in a nursing home, his face stiff as he pulled his legs as if he was walking in mud.

It seems that most people didn’t sleep well like me. The trip to Hawaii only takes seven hours, but some people have to stay on the plane for more than ten hours. I really don’t understand how they do it.

Shit! I won’t sit in first class when I go back! Xing Yuanhui turned his head and stretched lazily, swearing secretly in his heart.

But when he turned his head and looked out the window, his mood didn't seem so bad anymore.

There seems to be a layer of gradient color painting high in the sky. When you look down, it is no longer a dark and flat sea of clouds, but scattered clouds, floating leisurely on the dark blue background.

The pink horizon is divided into two in the painting, with charming colors in the haziness, and a gorgeous orange and red.

After going to the bathroom to wash up briefly and deciding to go to the hotel to rest, Xing Yuanhui immersed his mind and body in the scenery a thousand feet above.

When the hazy beauty gradually disappeared, he heard the sound of the crew car's wheels, followed by the stewardess's greeting and his breakfast.

The breakfast was very simple, yogurt, sandwiches, and chocolate cookies, just enough to stop my stomach from growling.

Xing Yuanhui took out the PTV from under the seat out of boredom, ate some bread mixed with yogurt, and glanced at the live flight map, which showed that it would take another hour and a half to arrive in Honolulu.

The thought of being able to break free from this prison made the young man feel more excited.

Golden sand, pure sea water, fresh sea breeze, and the exotic atmosphere of dancing to the music...

He took out the brochure promoting the tourist attractions and could not help flipping through it again, eager to land on solid land immediately.

First, go to the hotel and change into a Hawaiian shirt full of tropical style, then go to the shooting range to find the coach that Quan Jing has arranged with you, and as for the last thing... just take a walk along the coastline.

But it seems that my driver's license can also be used? But it doesn't matter if it can't be used, I can just rent a bicycle.

If I don’t waste too much time at the shooting range, I might consider riding my bike to the Polynesian Cultural Center to learn about the customs and have dinner at the same time.

They should allow me to record with a shotgun microphone, right? Xing Yuanhui stroked his chin in thought, with a slight smile on his lips.

Speaking of music, the dream just now was really inexplicable. All kinds of people appeared in places where they shouldn't be, and even Ishigami merged with Shirogane for some reason...

There seems to be a saying that dreams are a manifestation of memory organization? So this is how I use my computing power after I fall asleep, right?

And where did that pink-haired person in the lounge come from? When I entered that lounge, it was pitch dark. I didn't know anything except that there was a little girl sitting inside. And you counted her as Fujiwara?

My hippocampus, what are you doing! Are you also like those boring people in Xiuzhiyuan, joining their bet and wanting to participate in it yourself?

——The dividing line full of expectations——

"Great! We're finally here!" Fujiwara Chika raised her hands and shouted, then unbuckled her seat belt with great energy. Under the smiling gaze of the flight attendant, she urged her slow-moving sister, "Hurry up! The passionate hula dance is waiting for us!"

Fujiwara Moe, who was hugging a pillow, stood up sleepily and yawned. She glanced at her sister who seemed to be working for ANA for free and said casually, "I know, I know."

Can't you be considerate of those who have low sense of security and can't sleep after changing pillows? And it's not your first time in Honolulu...

When Fujiwara Toyomi heard the yawn, he naturally yawned too, picked up his backpack with a smile, and gently helped Mengye pack her things.

"So energetic." Fujiwara Daichi crossed his arms and was full of enthusiasm. He obviously couldn't wait any longer. "I don't need to say more about what is the best way to deal with this situation, right?"

Fujiwara Manjusaki glanced at her husband and said calmly, "It's no use worrying. The ship will leave tomorrow."

"Is my persistence so insignificant?!" The head of the family wailed, holding his head.

"Could you please behave like an adult when you're out there?" She looked at the flight attendants' scrutinizing looks and pinched her brows with her fingers, feeling helpless.

After the Fujiwara family had finished their preparations, they stood together behind the flight attendants who stretched their arms to the left and right, waiting for the cabin door to open.

This is a safety action called pointing confirmation, a gesture originally invented for the railway industry.

"Sorry for the wait. Please take care. Thank you."

The hatch opened, and the people in the jet bridge and the flight attendants stretched their hands forward to confirm safety, then stood aside and said farewell words to the first group of first-class passengers who were getting off the plane.

Fifteen minutes later, they put on the wreaths given by the airport staff, picked up their luggage and found the driver who came to pick them up.

"Hmm?" Fujiwara Daichi put his luggage in the trunk and asked his wife, who was standing there looking back at the international airport, "Did you forget to take anything?"

Fujiwara Manju turned her head and glanced at her husband. Seeing that he had no idea about their daughter's emotional state, she shook her head and got into the car, saying, "Nothing. I just felt the sense of solidity of standing on the ground after flying for a long time."

"Then let's go to the hotel first." Fujiwara Daichi sat in the co-pilot seat, looked at his daughters who were discussing which style of Hawaiian shirts would look better, and said with a smile, "Let's have fun later!"

The three sisters responded at the same time, and the car slowly drove onto the road, heading towards the hotel booked by the Fujiwara family.

……

As soon as the passengers got out of the cabin, they were warmly welcomed by the local airline. They put wreaths symbolizing friendship on the tourists who had just got off the plane, hoping to turn it into a soul-binding circle to plant a psychological hint in the guests' hearts so that they would buy their tickets when they leave this holiday paradise.

That's how it should be, isn't it? Xing Yuanhui stroked his chin and imagined the passionate Hawaii in the virtual work, but all he saw was business as usual.

"Aloha!" Only the greetings from a few staff members contained a hint of warmth.

Xing Yuanhui nodded symbolically and answered a few questions, then stood beside the luggage carousel waiting for his suitcase.

He then took a taxi to the hotel to wash and change clothes, and from there he ran to an outdoor shooting range outside the city.

After making an appointment with the coach, Xing Yuanhui began to quickly pass the shooting range.

The sturdy man with a crew cut and a double-door body handed him a pistol and said in the headset: "I know you want to learn the cool American Iai style in games and movies, but everything needs to be done step by step.

Seeing that the boy didn't object, he carefully looked at the gun in his hand without removing the safety, and said with satisfaction: "In fact, the whole set of actions can be broken down into three steps - draw the gun, aim, and shoot. You have never touched a gun before? Do you know how to use it?"

"I know." Xing Yuanhui, wearing goggles and earmuffs, released the safety and ejected the empty magazine.

You can learn most of this by watching videos on the Internet. The structure of a pistol is pretty simple and you can get the hang of it quickly.

"Very good." After all, the other party paid a large sum of money, and the coach thought he could save some red tape. "Here is the magazine. Try loading it."

With a click, Xing Yuanhui held the gun with both hands and aimed at the target in front of him.

The coach crossed his arms and asked, "Do you want me to take you to the 25-meter target?"

This kid is a bit arrogant. He has never touched a gun, but he still wants to shoot at the target with the longest distance. Fifty meters is the result of compromise.

This will be really troublesome. If I miss, I can't hook the fish for you underwater like my cousin does when he takes guests out to sea. How can I comfort you?

I prepare a few targets with holes in them? But there must be a death squad that dares to stay there.

"No need." Xing Yuanhui took aim and felt the strength of the trigger, then fired without hesitation.

The bullet hit the target, and the farthest mound of earth stirred up a cloud of sand and rocks.

The sturdy man squinted his eyes and looked into the distance. After a moment, he gave a thumbs up and said, "Not bad, I got it right."

For newcomers, winning is a great encouragement!

But for those who can precisely control their bodies, the debugging is now complete.

"Indeed." The guy nodded and started aiming again. Seeing that the coach didn't stop him, he fired three shots in a row, each of which hit the bull's eye. "I think we can change the gun."

The coach frowned when he saw Xing Yuanhui firing three shots in a row.

But after seeing the three bullets hit, his frown suddenly stretched out, his eyes bulged out in disbelief, his mouth slightly open, and his gaze moved back and forth between the target and the financier.

"...You haven't shot before?" He even picked up the telescope to confirm that the three shots were shot into the same hole, and sweat began to break out on his back.

"If the game counts, then I'm a ten-year veteran." Xing Yuanhui put down his gun and shrugged, "But I have good athletic talent, so aiming is easy."

The coach swallowed and quickly put away his pistol. Then, as if deliberately making things difficult, he asked someone to take out the AK, one of the world's classic rifles.

The recoil of the gun must be too small! I have never shot three shots into the same hole in all these years! How come the trajectory is consistent in his hands? This is bullshit!

The primitive people on the seashore were deeply shocked.

Grabbing their guns, they moved to the 100-meter target area - since this kid wanted to hit the farthest target as soon as he arrived, it wasn't a problem.

Helping him load the gun, the coach stared at Xing Yuanhui with burning eyes.

Seeing that the coach didn't say anything, the boy was too lazy to say anything either. He just wanted to fight with real things in real life. Otherwise, he would never be able to learn the American style Iai without a revolver even if he practiced to death.

Even if the experience bar I need is very low, I still have to fire a shot to calibrate it.

The boy also raised his hand to try a shot, and he could shoot wherever he pointed. Even in full-automatic mode, he could hold down the upturned muzzle and control the discrete bullets to a very good range.

...Is it too late for me to go out to sea with my cousin to coax the fishing guests?

The first time I saw a coach who cheated, the idea that shooters should be fed with bullets was easily shattered.

Chapter 7: The Magic of Hawaii

In the afternoon, a symphony of gunfire just ended at the shooting range.

The coach sighed deeply, staring at the sunny sky with empty eyes, and behind him were other numb staff members, saying in a melancholy tone: "I have nothing more to teach you, you can leave."

Damn, is this guy addicted to guns? Guns have been used all the way from World War I to modern times. Don’t his arms get tired?

How can you be the same as the Chinese who come to a foreign country to retaliate and shoot? Logically speaking, when receiving Japanese people, shouldn't we bow and scrape to each other? You compliment me and I show some modesty, and we can easily get through the day?

Why is today so long? You've almost used up several boxes of bullets by yourself, but the sky is still so bright! Did I go to the North Pole to see the polar day?

The Hawaiian dude’s spitball soul has never been so uplifted.

"Can't we have a few more?" Xing Yuanhui, who was shrouded in gun smoke, squatted slightly, put down the pkm in both hands on the table, stood up, stretched out his hands to open their receiver covers, casually threw down the empty ammunition belt, and said with a firm look in his eyes, "I have found the trick to concentrate fire with two guns."

You shot the blue human-shaped paper target in the middle, but the paper outside the circle was still intact. With such high precision at long distances, how else do you want to focus your fire? Can you shoot an enemy 800 miles away with one shot?

The coach smelled the faint smell of burnt metal in the air, glanced at the boy who looked like a devil in the smoke, and his tone gradually became Russian: "Davarich, don't you notice that your gun barrel is smoking?"

I'm beginning to suspect that you were sent by your peers to mess with our shooting range. Why do you want to learn American Iai when you can sweep with dual machine guns? How many shots does a handsome revolver have to fire to withstand a hail of bullets from a belt? Do you understand the principle of equality of all beings under firepower?

Is this the most popular complaint of Japanese tourists? Have I figured it out?

Looking at the flat-headed coach with his hands clasped together, Xing Yuanhui stared at the barrel of the gun that was indeed smoking, and after hesitating for a moment, he said, "Then I will pay?"

They say a loyal barrel never overheats. You seem disloyal. No wonder you were exiled to Hawaii by the Russians.

But it is really refreshing to fire a machine gun. It feels like my whole body is on fire, and the more I fire, the more excited I become.

Compared to the American Iai, this one is indeed more powerful. The revolver can fire in a blink of an eye. It's too fast.

"That's not necessary. The barrel can be replaced..." Before the young man could speak, the coach quickly changed the subject and said, "Mr. Xingyuan has shot so many times today. Did you come all the way to Honolulu just to experience the charm of gunpowder weapons? I think it's more than that."

"I do have other plans..." But Xing Yuanhui still cherished the joy of shooting with the gun, and touched the pkm reluctantly, "But since I'm here, I might as well have a good time today, so that I won't slap my thighs and resent myself for not shooting a few more sets when I think of today in the future."

Besides, each magazine and each belt are charged separately, and there is no buy-one-get-one-free promotion. I just buy them right away to avoid withdrawal symptoms later. This actually saves me more money.

"No, no, no!" The coach waved his hands anxiously. He really wanted to get off work today and go to the barbecue restaurant to talk about life with his buddies and commemorate his shattered outlook on life. "You see, we didn't expect that a big customer like you would be interested in all guns, so some bullets are still in the warehouse and haven't been prepared! Why don't you come back in a few days, then you may have a new experience."