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"As Chika's man, you must achieve something!" Fujiwara Daichi's eyes were as sharp as a hawk, staring at the various stalls in the park, "He is a student, I won't make it difficult for him, let's decide the winner here today!"

If he did it openly, his wife and daughter would be strangled in their infancy, so as a politician he quickly found a loophole in the rules and planned to humiliate Xing Yuanhui in another way.

As the saying goes, it is easy to dodge a gun but hard to guard against an arrow. Although it is a pity that I cannot defeat this boy head-on, as both of us are males, we should still have a basic sense of winning and losing, right?

There are many experience projects in the park that allow tourists to see the primitive tribal style thousands of years ago, such as learning the stick dance technique of torch dance, fishing in the artificial lake with a simple fishing rod that only has a wooden stick and a line without a float, making traditional handicrafts with a few grasses, and drilling wood to make fire...

With so many items, there will always be a winner! If I beat you in all these items, how thick-skinned do you have to be to dare to stay here?

Using the simplest method to deliver the most brutal insult... worthy of me!

After all, I don't have the confidence to throw a check to him and ask him to write the number and leave. The seal is still with Wan Ling... But who came up with this kind of practice that will lose money anyway? Either I lose my daughter or I lose money. With so much liquid funds in hand, it's better to use a relationship to let the gangster make a profit than to let the man ask for a huge price!

Looking at her husband speaking such elementary school-like words with a resolute expression, Fujiwara Manzuki took a deep breath and pressed her chest to prevent herself from kicking him into the river in excitement.

I'm not angry~ I'm not angry~, I made my own choice, at least now the fight has changed from physical to literary...

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In front of the man who calls himself Kap, Xingyuan Hui and Fujiwara Chika are watching the traditional Samoan hand-kneaded coconut milk making process with great interest.

He found a good angle on the stone and smashed the coconut open, leaving only the inner shell. He poured out the coconut water skillfully and scraped off the flesh. The fragmented coconut meat was mixed with the dry coconut hair, and he squeezed out the milky coconut juice like wringing a towel.

"Look, it's fun, isn't it!" Fujiwara Chika introduced like a competent tour guide, "If it's too cold, you can heat up a stone and throw it in to heat it up! And you can eat it with coconut milk like soy sauce."

"The little girl knows a lot."

The Samoans took out the burnt breadfruit and a stone from the fire behind them, and threw the latter directly into the coconut milk, causing the white liquid to boil instantly.

The man then used a branch to carefully tear open the charred shell of the breadfruit, then with his ruthless iron hands he took out a few pieces of ripe flesh and dipped them into the steaming coconut juice, took a sip and nodded, "It's delicious, do you want to try it?"

Xing Yuanhui was a little scared when faced with the traditional food in his hands.

If you hadn't thrown that rock in there to heat it up, I might have given it a try, but let's forget about it now.

But with Fujiwara Chika by his side, Xing Yuanhui has no say on what to eat.

Looking at her sister who had eaten a piece of food and then force-fed the delicious food to Xing Yuanhui, knowing that she really wanted to share the delicious food instead of deliberately taking revenge, Fujiwara Toyomi and Fujiwara Moe, who were following beside her, felt that they had no sense of existence.

Fujiwara Moe whispered in shame: "Sister Feng Shi, do you think Sister Qianhua is lying?"

Although I was also stuffed with snacks by her like feeding her Pace, the man seemed to take good care of her, and after a few rounds of persuasion, she obediently accepted all the snacks...

Ah! Now he's snatching it from Qianhua's hand! He looks even closer to her than to his younger sister! I really like this kind of food!

"I don't think so. After all, Chika is not a good liar." Fujiwara Toyomi covered her face and chuckled. "Now we are at most more than friends but less than lovers. For people who gradually develop feelings for each other in daily life, the emotional veil may be difficult to break."

Fujiwara Moe guessed that her sister had confidential information, so she asked indirectly, "What would it take to expose it?"

Her subtext is that I know you have more information, tell me your plan and I will help you.

Not wanting to interfere too much, Fujiwara Toyomi shook his head and rejected his sister's request to join the team: "Who knows? Everyone's situation is different."

At this time, the elders who were offline returned to the team. Looking at them, especially the men and women who were playing, Fujiwara Daichi took a deep breath and then controlled the riot of his muscles.

With his hands behind his back, he said with a forced smile: "Are you interested in this traditional craft? I remember that you can experience making fire by drilling wood a few steps away. Why don't we go there and take a look?"

Behind Fujiwara Daichi are special tools that he obtained from the staff in exchange for money.

After all, wealthy customers need to be coaxed. The technique is traditional and I didn’t say the stick is traditional, right?

In order to get a good start in the war against elementary school students, he has spared no effort and is willing to embrace victory even if it means losing face in front of his wife.

Fujiwara Manzu pressed his temples, obviously not wanting to talk.

How do you adjust your mental state back to that of a 20-year-old in just half an hour?

"Okay!" The enthusiastic guide raised his hand. "In fact, I was planning to take Xingyuan to try it. His strength is really great!"

Xing Yuanhui, who was fully enjoying the uncle's "gentle" glance like a "class teacher", didn't want to talk much.

So the bad luck I had getting on the plane is still there, right?

Now that I think about it, even if I ran away just now, Fujiwara Chika would have followed me, right?

If the rage bar is cumulative, maybe attacking destiny directly is the best solution?

Xing Yuanhui stood there in deep thought, and pretended not to hear Fujiwara Chika's call, and was led away by her, dragging him by the clothes.

"Why do you smell like gunpowder?" Fujiwara Chika wrinkled her nose and couldn't help asking, "Did you go to the shooting range to shoot a gun before?"

"Yes." Xing Yuanhui raised his finger calmly, not caring at all that his heels were scraping against the floor. He pointed at the guns he had fired, "Glock 17, AK47, PKM..."

The boy recited all the famous gun types in just a few steps, as if he was reading out the names of dishes.

It won’t make any sense if I tell people who don’t go out. The impact will be too small, so it’s better not to say anything.

"So many?" Fujiwara Moeha was surprised. "Xingyuan... Senior, do any elders in your family know anyone at the shooting range?"

Generally speaking, you can't shoot so many guns in one trip, right? Bullets are free, right?

"No." Xing Yuanhui shrugged, "Do I need to report the guardian's name when I shoot a gun?"

"Hmm?" The pink-haired girl tilted her head in confusion, "Can a minor be so casual?"

You are a high school student, right?

"My situation is rather special." The boy patted Fujiwara Chika who began to pant, and stood up as soon as she stopped breathing. "Anyway, there is no problem with the procedures."

Special? Fujiwara Daichi's fighting spirit remains undiminished - so there's no need to decide the winner if it's special?

I must tame your spirit today and then discuss this with your guardian!

"Let's not talk about this for now." The head of the family stared at the outsider who was dusting his pants with a burning gaze, "Since we're here, how about we all give it a try?"

It's too obvious to drag only one person into the water, but it doesn't matter, this is just a war between him and me! Wan Ling just needs to wait for my triumphant return with the children!

"Okay, okay." Fujiwara Chika, who had just straightened out her breath, was the first to raise her hand, "I'll teach Xingyuan-san!"

Upon hearing this, Fujiwara Daichi's face froze. When he heard his wife's snickering, he realized what it meant to shoot oneself in the foot.

But the arrow has been put on the string and has to be shot! This is just a small sacrifice!

Fujiwara Daichi's eyes were red, like a gambler at the card table, and he spoke to Xingyuan Hui in a tone that could not be refused: "How about it? What do you think of Xingyuan-san?"

You still have to act, but if you run away, I will look down on you for the rest of my life!

Xing Yuanhui glanced at the pink-haired senior who was eager to try and had already picked up a stick to recall how to make fire, and habitually let out a disdainful sigh: "Do I need to be taught this?"

"What else?" Fujiwara Chika handed him the stick, "There are many tips here. First of all..."

The boy ignored the senior student who was teaching him diligently. He took the wooden stick and asked the staff for a stone and some flammable material. He rubbed the tip of the stick around his neck, and then poked it hard on the stone!

Several sparks were generated on the friction surface with this powerful attack, and they fell on the flammable coconut shell fibers.

A gust of wind blew and a small flame popped out from above.

In fact, I don't need to apply it, I'm strong enough anyway. Xing Yuanhui crossed his arms and thought.

But when he saw the people around him with their jaws dropped, he couldn't help but laugh.

Chapter 10 Are you really afraid that your father and I won’t be able to fight?

In the distance, the sun gradually sets, losing its edge. The orange-red afterglow dyes the sky a mellow color, stretches the silhouettes of the palm trees, and the shadow of the park's gate spreads to the entrance of the restaurant.

As time goes by, snacks and desserts can no longer satisfy their stomachs, and more and more people step into the only restaurant in the park.

The services provided by the park are very thoughtful, with everything from food to entertainment. In order to ensure that tourists have enough energy to watch the final stage play, a formal dinner is naturally indispensable.

It is similar to an ordinary school cafeteria, but in order to highlight the specialness of this place, they hung huge murals on the walls surrounding the hall.

The ocean and the beach were sparkling with tiny lights, people were dancing around the bonfire, and the girls with flowers on their heads seemed to be able to jump down from the wall, bringing joy to every corner of the restaurant.

In addition, there were local singers leisurely playing their ukuleles and singing lively songs on the stage, which was very pleasant.

In a relatively private area, the politician, who was usually low-key and steady, stared at the small bags piled up by several people on the sofa opposite him.

Most of his attention was focused on a pitch-black handbag, as if he was treating it as someone's stand-in.

If sight could turn into a sword, this bag and its contents would have been torn into pieces long ago.

"Something's wrong..."

Fujiwara Daichi sat on the sofa in the VIP seat of the restaurant with his arms and legs stretched out. Neither the tempting smell of barbecue due to the Maillard reaction nor the various sauces carefully prepared by the kitchen could interrupt his thinking.

The father folded his arms and pondered for a long time, still unable to let go: "Could this kid have the same idea as me? Has he secretly bribed the staff?"

My hands must be dirty! How could I lose so badly? Even if I lost to time and my reaction time is not as fast as it was back then, it would not end up like this.

How is it possible that he even lost his best event, fishing?!

It must be because the fishing rod is too simple! Or maybe that guy has a novice protection period, anyway, it’s definitely not my strength that’s the problem!

At this time, footsteps were heard. Fujiwara Daichi looked up and found his wife walking towards him with a plate in both hands.

She heard her husband talking to himself, but she just quietly served him the healthy exercise meal she picked for him and did not continue to comfort him that victory and defeat are common in the military.

After all, it’s not as simple as losing badly and never winning.

If you only lose a few times, it's only natural to say a few words of comfort for the sake of our years of friendship.

Even if she failed ten times in a row, she could instantly come up with ten sentences with the same meaning as "Failure is the mother of success" to lower her chance of being checked for plagiarism, fully demonstrating her knowledge reserve as a diplomat.

But you lost from the afternoon to the evening, and even the most sincere consolation would sound sarcastic!

He clearly wanted to rely on his dual advantages of having props and being familiar with the rules to gain an advantage in the competition that was like competing for the position of the king of kids and to overwhelm his daughter's classmates. Putting aside whether his approach was correct, the fact that he didn't win in a single game is something he should reflect on.

With a childish strategy and adult tactics, Xingyuan-san was able to win the game without any knowledge of such a terrifying monster without any flaws. In a sense, he is a remarkable person.

No wonder Chika likes to play games with him, the king of games. Fujiwara Manzu thought as he took out his knife and fork and started to enjoy the food.

"Alas..." Fujiwara Daichi looked at the healthy meal in front of him, pursed his lips, and couldn't help feeling bitter in his heart.

Now, not only did I fail to regain Qianhua's attention in front of Xing Yuanhui, I couldn't even eat as I wished, even though I asked Wan Ling to supervise it myself.

Forget it, now that things have come to this, let’s eat first.

Fujiwara Manzuki, who was standing by, cut the grilled meat on the plate with a knife and fork, put it into her mouth, squinted her eyes, and felt the aroma of the rich and fatty meat flowing on her tongue, without considering her husband's thoughts at all.

It just so happened that Dadi's physical examination report last month was not ideal, and I was still racking my brains to figure out how to get him to change his diet. Unexpectedly, there would be an unexpected gain.

A few minutes later, seeing Fengshi and Mengye coming back with plates, Fujiwara Manjung looked up curiously towards the other end of the hall, where there was a self-service area with a rich variety of dishes, including famous dishes from all over the world.

However, although the dishes are local, the chefs may not be.

Fujiwara Chika was still fulfilling her duties as a tour guide, explaining the area's specialty dishes to Xing Yuanhui one by one.

"So they really aren't in that kind of relationship?" Fujiwara Daichi followed his wife's gaze and frowned naturally.

He just frowned. Even though the competition was not mentioned explicitly, he had lost the day and had lost the courage to compete again.

At least let's stop fighting for now, I'll take it slow tomorrow...

"...At least that's what they think. It's not like you didn't hear what Chika said." Fujiwara Manzu said calmly, cutting another piece of meat and putting it in his mouth.

After she chewed and swallowed the food, she saw her husband with a faint sadness on his face, and couldn't help but laugh: "I almost feel that you are helping Xing Yuanhui save the country in a roundabout way. Didn't you notice that Qianhua didn't cheer you on every time you experienced a project?"

Like a broken jar, even though he knew Qianhua now considered herself Xing Yuanhui's tour guide, he still tried hard to drag them to participate in various experience activities and forced them to walk through the entire Polynesian Center.

Xing Yuanhui originally wanted to find an excuse to leave, but you two, father and daughter, held him back, one playing the good cop and the other the bad cop, and kept him here.

"...He came here alone. As my daughter, Chika has learned good etiquette from me. She will naturally help him get rid of the unfamiliarity of being an outsider. This is normal." Fujiwara Daichi was trying to save face. "And this is also a good opportunity to observe him, isn't it? At least we can confirm that he really has a gentle personality."

But this kid does have something... Fujiwara Daichi had to admit that he seemed to be inferior to this young man in some aspects.

Tsk, is it too late to use a check to get him to leave my daughter? Is the private savings enough?

Forcing compensation! The three people who heard this said in their hearts.

"Dad, if you keep doing this, Sister Qianhua will be rude to you after Senior Xingyuan leaves." Fujiwara Moe used a spoon to stir the hot soup in the bowl to disperse the heat. "She has warned you many times with her eyes today."

Fujiwara Toyomi nodded: "Yeah, if Chikako gets angry, she might come and wear my clothes~."

Your clothes!?

As a father, Fujiwara Daichi glanced at his eldest daughter's belly-baring outfit and covered his chest in pain.

Quack! This is three times more horrible than the punishment of not talking to me for three days! Qianhua wearing belly-baring clothes or something... Let's wait at least ten years!