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Let me go home and recover my mental state before you torture me again!

Unfortunately, Xing Yuanhui didn't realize that his coach's shooting dream had been shattered by him. He just said suspiciously, "You're not trying to trick me into getting a card, are you?"

"No way!" He immediately denied the idea, lowered his head and whispered to the staff member who was in charge of handing over the ammunition belt and breathing in the gunpowder. The young man nodded and left quickly. "Although I do have a commission, please believe me, I will never take advantage of you!"

The young man came back quickly, holding what seemed to be the bill for the target shooting.

After talking to the coach for a few words, he handed the piece of paper that could be dragged to the ground to the other party and ran to check the situation of the two pkms.

"To show the enthusiasm of Hawaiians!" The coach took a pen and made a mark on the bill. "The boss agreed to let us be friends with you. As long as I am here when you come, we will give you a 20% discount!"

Why does he look at me with the same expression I give the board game club?

Xing Yuanhui finally woke up from the joy of shooting, his eyes moving back and forth between the bill and the coach: "Uh, not really?"

"As for that, we Polynesians are such a hospitable group of people!" The coach's sincere gaze was imminent as a big brown hand pressed on Xing Yuanhui's shoulder.

Did I complete your KPI for the year ahead of schedule? So generous?

The boy scratched his head, turned around and looked, then reluctantly compromised and said, "Okay, let's stop here today..."

"Yeah!" Before he could finish, the staff around him suddenly started celebrating, dancing as if they had learned that the team they supported had won the World Cup championship.

"?" Xing Yuanhui turned his head, but saw only a few people silently surrounding him. The cheers just now seemed to exist only in his mind.

They draped him with a wreath of orchids, frangipani, tuberose, roses, carnations and other flowers.

The coach took the hat with the shooting range logo on it, as if he was not the one who shouted the loudest just now.

Just like the old king putting a crown on the new king, the coach solemnly arranged the wreath around the boy's neck, and then gently put the hat on his head: "We like to use wreaths to express our enthusiasm, Mr. Xingyuan should not mind?"

He shook his head slowly. He wanted to know where the wreath came from rather than what it meant.

Xing Yuanhui's nose twitched, and it didn't seem to be made of plastic...

"This wreath..." The boy hesitated.

"It's magical Hawaiian magic, please don't mind it." The coach stood aside and pretended to send him out.

After all, it is a tourist city. If the waves at the beach knock down a thousand people, about ten of them are big customers and one is a super big customer. This is the reality. Every store that is open for business always has such wreaths under the counter at the front desk.

"Then this hat..." He took off the baseball cap with the logo and looked at it for a moment, "Is this also considered Hawaiian magic?"

The magic of Hawaiian light industry?

"Uh, no." The coach silently put away his cap. "This is professional inertia. Sorry."

“……”At this moment, there was only silence.

He paid by swiping his card and walked out of the shooting range. People inside came in groups to see him off, which made up for the fantasy he had on the plane.

The last person to stay at the door was the coach. He came to his car and invited, "Okay, let me take our distinguished guest back to the city."

Looking at the sign quietly posted in the window saying "Closed", Xing Yuanhui's mouth twitched: "Are you guys off work now?"

There must have been other guests inside just now!

"A resort city is all about a sense of relaxation," the coach said confidently, puffing out his chest. "And the establishment of a sense of relaxation naturally starts with the locals!"

"...It makes sense."

Xing Yuanhui got in the car, reported the name of the hotel, then turned his head and looked quietly at the blue sea in the distance.

The sea can be seen everywhere, and it is indeed sparkling compared to the sea. Flowers everywhere and palm leaves swaying in the wind are ordinary, but when combined with the powerful beings in the sky like those in fantasy novels, the "cloud sword mark" that runs across the deep blue sky seems to be as memorable as tea going down one's throat.

Seeing him staring out the window, the coach chuckled, and while feeling proud of his hometown, he silently drove the car into the road by the sea. He lowered the window with his left hand, and suddenly the car was filled with warm and moist sea breeze.

It carries the saltiness of the sea, the vigor of the tropics and the scent of hibiscus flowers that can be found everywhere on the island, as if telling of the passion here.

Perhaps it is all this fiery heat that makes the nectar in the flowers overflow, and the sea breeze even adds a lingering sweetness to the mouth.

"How is it? Hawaii." The coach's driving posture was very arrogant. He drove with one hand, supporting his head with his left hand.

He is always proud of the beauty of this place, and his mentality as a "family head" makes him naturally want to hear what tourists think of his hometown.

Xing Yuanhui pushed his bangs up, felt the wind more, and leaned back on the passenger seat with satisfaction: "If there were fewer people, maybe we could compete with my hometown."

The coach was not angry when he heard this answer, because his hometown was the first priority for him.

After a pause, the coach then asked him where he was going next: "What are your plans?"

"If you want to see the local customs, go to the Polynesian Cultural Center." Xing Yuanhui thought, stroking his chin.

The main purpose is to listen to the traditional songs of the tribe. Even though I am traveling, work matters have to gradually return to my life.

Diligence can make up for lack of talent. Listen more and think more. But you can't always rely on copying to make a living, right? Although that is enough for me to live on for a lifetime.

"Ouch." The local strong man complained, "It's not very convenient. It's quite far away."

"Actually, I do have a motorcycle license, but I haven't found the time to rent a car yet." Xing Yuanhui waved his hand casually, "Coach, do you know any reliable stores?"

"Why don't you use mine?" Because the boy was shooting so hard, the coach, who was paid a commission, suddenly had a lot of extra money. He tried his luck and wanted to lend his motorcycle. "It's not a piece of junk. I just bought it last year. I just lost interest after riding it a few times."

But even if we exclude the financial connection, just looking at his miraculous marksmanship, I would probably be interested in him, right?

I have seen an old lady with two guns, and I have seen a strong man with two machine guns firing, but I cannot even imagine that two machine guns can fire at a distance of 400 meters with no loss of accuracy and all the bullets hit the target.

In comparison, the purity of the American-style Iai expression of the 6-second gun is too low.

Seeing this, Xing Yuanhui did not refuse and accepted it directly with a smile: "Thank you then."

As men, interpersonal communication is very casual and they can easily become brothers.

"It's a small matter." The coach stepped on the accelerator and changed lanes. He changed his mind and went straight home. He lent the car to the customer and let him go back by himself.

Dozens of minutes later, the part-time auto mechanic finished checking the condition of the vehicle, tapped the neglected horse with a wrench, and said with a smile: "Done, it's yours now."

"You really have a lot of skills." Xing Yuanhui took the key and said with a sigh, "Luckily you didn't buy a high-emission version of the Harley, otherwise I might not dare to ride it."

My face is not suitable for Harley. Any policeman with a little professionalism will stop him and check him, right?

"Is there anything you are afraid of?" The coach burst into laughter. "I also often receive Japanese tourists. I understand the traffic rules there. Otherwise, I wouldn't dare to lend you my bike. The license plate is in my name."

He went on to say, "But I never thought you had a motorcycle license. If you want to borrow a bicycle, I don't have one."

"Motorcycles are cool. If it weren't for the age limit, I would directly apply for a large two-wheeler and wouldn't have to consider the emission limit."

Xing Yuanhui circled around the coach's small detached house for a few times. After he felt familiar with it and could control it, he said goodbye to him: "It should be OK. See you at the shooting range in a few days."

They agreed to return the motorcycle to its owner on the day they went to the shooting range.

The coach gave a thumbs up and said: "I will ask the logistics department to help you reload the ammunition. You can shoot as many as you want!"

It's really strange. Before the chat, he felt a little unhappy looking at Xing Yuanhui who was showing off (thinking he was showing off on purpose), but after taking a ride on the bus, he didn't seem to feel any aversion anymore.

As the boy was about to leave, the coach came over and reminded him, "By the way, I suggest you go back and take a shower and change that Hawaiian shirt you're wearing. The smell of gunpowder on it is so strong that it could cause the Americans in the naval port to sound the emergency alarm."

Now you can smell the gunpowder before you see the person. When you get a short distance away, your nose is filled with the smell of gunpowder. Taking a drive cannot solve the fundamental problem, as the smell of gunpowder is still there.

The taste is even pure enough to make retired soldiers suffering from battlefield PDST pick up their guns and shoot.

Hearing this, Xing Yuanhui lowered his head in thought, feeling a little moved: "You mean, in a sense, no one will come to me now?"

Can it be used to ward off evil spirits? There are three great demons on this island.

The coach, who didn't know how he came to this conclusion, suddenly felt a little worried: "...You will be questioned by the police."

Didn't he look like a high school elite before? Why did he suddenly start talking dirty?

"That's right." Xing Yuanhui nodded, stepped on the accelerator and drove away. The sound came intermittently from a distance as if it was torn apart. "...See you next time~."

Can I just change my clothes? I'm too lazy to take a bath, it's troublesome.

The coach watched his beloved horse disappear around the corner of the street, shrugged his shoulders and went back into the house. He slumped down on the sofa and relaxed for a while, wondering whether he should go and help his cousin who was out to sea tomorrow and change his mood at the same time.

It just so happened that the owner of the shooting range saw that the backlog of bullets had been fired before they expired, and knowing that Xing Yuanhui would come again, he allowed him to take a break for a few days so that he could entertain this young rich man.

……

"Sister Chika, why are you here again?" Hearing aloha's greeting, Fujiwara Moe lowered her head and let a girl of similar age at the entrance put a wreath of frangipani on her head - after all, she had paid for the ticket, so she still had to get what she deserved.

"I came in a hurry last time, so I want to make up for it." Fujiwara Chika smiled, "I'll listen to you from now on! You can go wherever you want!"

"You said it." Fujiwara Moeha decided to stop while she was ahead and planned to research where to go tonight.

"Hey~, don't I have any compensation?" Fujiwara Toyomi acted coquettishly to her sister.

She actually didn't care where to go because there was no place in particular she wanted to go and she had been to Hawaii many times.

"Then I'll listen to you next time!" The energetic second daughter sold another bad check without hesitation.

Will the over-issued bad checks lead to the credit bankruptcy of Qianhua Bank? When the elders heard the children's words, they all smiled.

The Fujiwara family and their entourage walked straight in. The seven simulated villages with different cultures were the highlight of this place, and almost all the performances and cultural explanations took place there.

Among the crowd, Fujiwara Chika saw at a glance a figure standing alone in the crowd, holding a gun-shaped microphone in his hand and wearing monitoring headphones, squinting his eyes and nodding from time to time, like a spy.

Because I have seen his standing posture too many times in school, and it is very unique in Japan, I can't forget it once I find the memorable point.

She blinked and murmured in confusion: "Xingyuan?"

Chapter 8: All coincidences

The sun was shining brightly at this time and a canoe festival was taking place in the park.

On the artificial river that runs through seven villages, people from different tribes perform in different costumes, songs and dances.

They push out their own boats from the tribe, and sing and dance on the boats, accompanied by commentary from people on the shore and accompaniment from traditional instruments played by locals in the middle of the river, moving the audience with their passionate performances and the legends of the Hawaiian Islands.

However, Xing Yuanhui did not listen carefully to the mythological story on the radio. It was probably about a demigod who used his magic hook to "pull" these islands out of the sea.

It's very mythical and mysterious, but as musicians, we should be more concerned about the tunes they passed down and their application of human voice.

But after listening for a while, he was a little confused - although it did have an exotic feel, wasn't the drum beat a bit modern? Did you guys change the music of your ancestors?

Wearing headphones, with his attention focused on the performers beating drums, shouting and singing on the river bank, Xing Yuanhui was unaware of the four pinks and one black who appeared behind him, and a bow-tied figure sneaking up on him.

After all, there are a lot of people here, and I can't look back every time someone passes by. I'm not a thief, and the general affairs department has also paid.

The butterfly put its hands behind its back, looking at the sun that was shining exactly towards it, like a spotlight on a stage shining in unison, so hot.

She finally understood why no one else was standing in the same place as him - there were no seats, no shade, and everyone was here to watch the performance, not for military training, so naturally no one was competing with him for this spot.

Seeing that the General Affairs Officer still didn't react, Fujiwara Chika covered her mouth and laughed secretly - every time she wanted to scare him from behind at school, she failed, but this time she actually succeeded in getting close to him!

It can be seen that he seemed to be busy, holding the microphone in one hand and the recorder in the other, and frowning from time to time as if he was thinking about something. The curious elf stood on tiptoe and watched for a long time but couldn't see anything. He only smelled the faint smell of gunpowder, so he simply withdrew out of consideration.

If it was at school, it wouldn't be a big deal to get scared, but here we are near the river and it would be troublesome if we accidentally fell in.

But what is he doing? Working part-time? I think I saw the box next to him when I first met him in Yoyogi Park.

But why is there a smell of gunpowder?

Fujiwara Chika walked back to her family in confusion, looking back every three steps, wondering what the general affairs director was doing, but her father was already impatient.

Like a wife who suspected her husband of cheating on her, Fujiwara Daichi grabbed her daughter's hand and walked aside, staring at Xing Yuanhui with a vigilant look: "Is he an acquaintance? Why doesn't he look like a good person to me?"

A turquoise Hawaiian shirt with a dark blue palm tree pattern, vintage jeans, and white sneakers... a gangster? It seems that a Vice City overlord is wearing this outfit!

Copycat? Is there a knife in the sponge cover of his microphone? If I push him into the water, will he dissolve?

You better not think he is a bad guy just because Qianhua rushed towards him with a flash of eyes when she saw him. Fujiwara Manjusaki pressed his brow helplessly.

Fujiwara Moe and Fujiwara Toyoshi were whispering to each other. Although I didn't know what they were talking about, judging from the smiling faces that seemed to indicate they were trying to move away, it was definitely not a good thing.

"No, it's a classmate, the general affairs officer of the student union!" Fujiwara Chika looked puzzled, "Dad, what's wrong with you? Why do you look like mom found out about your private money?"

This is more serious than discovering his private money! This feeling... is definitely correct! I bet my political career that this guy must be one of the three lifelong enemies!

Fujiwara Daichi's hair all stood up like a Saiyan. His strength now increased tenfold!

In order to protect the one I love most, I will launch an incredible attack!

"I suddenly received a revelation from God, and God told me that now I must face the strongest rival in my life!" Two streams of white smoke came out of his nostrils, and his hands were itching.

"Uh, wait a minute." Fujiwara Manju stopped her husband's shouting, glanced at Qianhua and Xingyuanhui, and explained to them, "They are probably not in a relationship."

Judging from Qianhua's expression, they certainly don't look like a couple in love.

Otherwise, given Qianhua’s personality, she should have been happier after the surprise encounter with her “boyfriend”.

Not only did the man not take the flowers, he also threw himself into the performance like a secret agent. If this was his preparation, it is really hard to judge.