Order French fries at Shuchiin

The next day, I was walking around the square and looking for a rental car, and I ran into Fujiwara family running out of the swimwear shop. I thought, don’t you have swimwear?

On the third day, he decided to hide away from the crowd and wash away his bad luck by wearing sunglasses on the most famous Waikiki Beach. He planned to leave Oahu directly by a small plane after making an appointment at a hotel on the Big Island. Then he was seen by Fujiwara Daichi who was out for a run.

On the fourth day, he made a direct counterattack from the Big Island to Maui, but he died before he could accomplish his mission. Before he could even get on the plane, he was spotted by Fujiwara Moe who was getting off the plane.

Day 5… Day 5 was even more important. I was ambushed while I was still having breakfast! I hadn’t even figured out where to go!

Here, the gamble is over. Although the result of the encounter is just that there are "a few" more people in the original journey, which does not interfere with the travel experience, why do you feel so unhappy?

In the end, he inexplicably owed 5+1 demands, and Fujiwara Chika was unwilling to use her previous debts to pay off her own debts, saying that everyone should pay for themselves. She was directly dragged into the Fujiwara family's family trip by the big demand.

Then the remaining five small requests were all weird stuff, either to participate in the American version of boys and girls rushing forward to shatter other people's million-dollar bonus dreams, or to go out to sea to fish for giant grouper, and the boat owner would not return to the port unless he caught something.

Damn it, Fujiwara Chika is the aggregation of wishes that the system has spent ten years to obtain. Can it force me to improve my reputation?

If the system hadn't been studying hard until now, I wouldn't dare to imagine how proud it looked.

After reviewing the situation in his mind, Xing Yuanhui refocused his gaze on the girl in front of him. The bow was swaying slightly towards him, as if mocking her.

"...Is it ready now?" He pressed his middle finger against the bottom of the fan, and used his thumb and index finger to push the fan bones slightly, and with a "click" sound, the fan surface was opened, like a neat scholar. He reminded, "Don't forget that you are not only sending me off today, you also have to pick me up at the airport."

Fanning himself with the wind, Xing Yuanhui had to think about a philosophical question - should he cover his face or his body, this is a question.

This extremely difficult test has puzzled countless people, and he really could not have imagined that he would encounter a similar situation one day. It was as if he was really tied to the tram tracks and used as a bargaining chip for decision-making.

However, at the critical moment, he didn't even have a toilet plunger.

Because the girl used the last request, it could also be considered a farewell - she would prepare for herself a gift that she had wanted very much before.

Alas... Xing Yuanhui didn't dare to look down, for fear of seeing something unclean.

Painted skull ornaments are placed in the amulet, Kabuki masks are protected at the knees, Roman shoes are worn with trousers and Scottish skirts...

This is your middle school fantasy! You are too embarrassed to be a model yourself, so you come to trouble me? !

But he had no choice but to accept the defeat and could not escape. He could only cover his face with a paper fan painted with landscapes, and at the same time block the various decorations on his hair, such as Hawaiian garlands, Viking horn hairpins, tribal feather headdresses, etc.

But his concealment made the girl in front of him even more excited, and for a while, the laughter continued.

Fujiwara Chika coughed lightly a few times, trying to control her happy and rosy face, but it was no use. Everyone could see that she was immersed in the joy of playing pranks and couldn't extricate herself.

There were couples among the audience, and judging from the woman’s expression, I guess the sales of souvenirs at the airport must have been good today.

"No! As partners who have traveled together for three weeks, I will not allow our farewell to be so sloppy!" She arrogantly lifted the weak barrier of the Chinese fan, and then pinned a hairpin with Nordic runes on Xing Yuanhui's hair.

Xing Yuanhui thought with a dejected look on his face: Now that’s great, if I throw myself like this to the AI to ask it to determine my nationality, I’m afraid the code will start to smoke.

“At least, please allow us to give you our most sincere blessings!” Fujiwara Moe followed her sister’s steps and made an additional attack to hang the tassels of the grass skirt on the Scottish skirt.

The young man sighed deeply, his shoulders slumped, and at this moment, the only feeling of powerlessness that could crush him to death was the only thing that embraced him.

Where's the airport security? This is Dubai, you should be guarding the first stop of the luxury city, why didn't anyone evacuate the crowd?

Actually, there was, but the security guard was also watching and took off his hat to hide.

I've been on duty for so many years, but this is the first time I've seen such an exaggerated combination that can be brought to an abstract art museum! Can I win a prize if I paint an oil painting with everything I saw today?

"...your 'most sincere' blessing is to decorate me like a Christmas tree?" In addition to the local characteristics, the top he "specially" selected actually has LED lights. "I think Germany in this world didn't win. Where did such a weird Christmas tree come from?"

And even the most radical Christmas decoration party would not accept using a human to fight a cyberpunk pole, right? I literally contain half of the history of the world!

"Then who told you to lose?" Fujiwara Chika jumped up and took up her phone to take pictures. It seemed that she was planning to make a stop-motion animation of the gradually "richer" Christmas tree. She took a picture every time something was hung and really enjoyed it.

...I can't hesitate any longer. After we part, I will contact Quan Jing immediately and ask him to offer a large reward to anyone who can do it. I will give the order to paralyze Twitter.

If it's someone in charge of the circuit breaker, I can pay twice as much. No matter what, these photos cannot be leaked to the Internet!

The sense of urgency that even Fujiwara Toyomi's visit could not force out was vividly demonstrated.

"Oh, brother-in-law, don't be so stubborn~." Fujiwara Moe whispered in his ear while putting jewelry on him, then stepped back a few steps and nodded while looking at it, seeming to be very satisfied with her own matching, "This is a gift picked by a beautiful girl herself! Many people beg for it but can't get it, just bear with it!"

It's fun! If it weren't for sisterhood, I would have wanted to go out on a date with Xingyuan!

He knows how to read the mood and can make a joke. Although he doesn’t seem to go out often, he can always come up with new ways to do sports-related things and there’s always something fresh!

He just doesn't seem to be very ambitious. He always keeps his distance. He has no interest in emotions, money or anything else. He donates the prize money he wins from participating in competitions immediately.

Maybe he was a big part of the "stars"? Except for the trip to Hawaii, he paid for his own food, clothing, and other expenses.

But no matter what, sister, please work harder! Quickly turn the honorary Fujiwara family members into real Fujiwara!

Looking at Fujiwara Moe handing the "weapon" to his sister, the resentment between Xing Yuanhui's brows deepened.

This little girl seemed to have figured out him and Fujiwara Chika, and every day when no one else was paying attention she'd keep whispering "brother-in-law, brother-in-law" beside him like Cthulhu. He wouldn't listen, and instead got louder and louder, getting happier.

They are no longer just ordinary spectators! We must strike hard!

"...Just wait, this matter is not over yet. When the time comes, we will settle all the new and old grudges together." Xing Yuanhui laughed dryly.

All he wanted now was to hurry up and check in, then in the lounge he heard Fujiwara Moe's wail as she ate the last sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty cake he had given her because she had nothing better to do.

Originally I was still hesitating whether to do this, but when I thought that you were part of this Christmas tree plan, why couldn't my soul suppress its restlessness?

After saying these harsh words, Xing Yuanhui looked down and saw the same artifact as Wang Yang: "And why is there a thousand-year-old building block? Is it that Egypt and the UAE in this world are particularly close, or is it that the Egyptian government's finances have already relied on selling the Pharaoh, so they want him to try his luck in the modern world and work in the Pyramid Hotel to make ends meet?"

Even though the elements are Egyptian, this thing is ultimately a Japanese work, right?

Just because you get a sphinx keychain, I will think you have worked hard!

"That's all because Chika kept yelling about wanting to play cards with the Pharaoh!" Fujiwara Moe had no intention of facing her mad brother-in-law, and passed the buck directly to Fujiwara Chika who was still decorating, "Now when people mention Egypt, they can only think of this!"

"...Is that so?" Xing Yuanhui's resentful gaze finally turned to Fujiwara Chika, who had won a great victory in the trip to Hawaii.

He couldn't express his inner excitement in words. After all, he lost the bet, and besides, he actually made a profit by using this request in this situation.

I don't even dare to imagine how this request would be used if it was kept until the beginning of the school year. If the director of the drama department knew about this... I don't dare to imagine it, would he ask me to perform on stage in front of everyone?

But the eyes are the windows to the soul, and glaring is his most powerful weapon at this moment. Black substance spurts out from his pupils like the howl of a ghost.

Chika Fujiwara, who was originally rubbing her chin with her fingertips and holding a pen to pretend to be an art student, gradually could not resist the sad gazes from her juniors and could only touch her head and smile awkwardly.

"Just a little longer, I think it can still be adjusted! I won't show it to others, it will take another five minutes!" Fujiwara Chika clasped her hands together, tilted her head slightly and blinked her big blue eyes, which, combined with the white dress she was wearing today, was indeed quite powerful.

But Xing Yuanhui couldn't indulge in the beauty. The underlying logic of reproduction in human genes was forcibly suppressed by shame!

"...One minute." He couldn't help but bargain.

"One minute is not enough." Fujiwara Chika pondered for a moment and looked very distressed.

Just when Xing Yuanhui thought that the senior sister still had a conscience, he saw her quietly take out a pair of sunglasses from her chest pocket.

Fujiwara Chika added more bricks and tiles to the "Christmas tree" and blocked out the intimidating light. She chuckled and said, "That's fine! Five minutes, I'll be quick!"

Looking at the senior sister who was displaying amazing wisdom, Xing Yuanhui took another deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

The tight circle brought by credit and agreement is more powerful than any emotion. The boy is like a monkey under the Five Finger Mountain, and he can only pull back his outstretched hand powerlessly.

But this is also the best time to think about a revenge plan. Let me think...how about I contact the News Department and the Discipline Department to be an insider? Someone has to take on the important task of resisting chaos.

Tsk, why aren't the club funds at Xiuzhiyuan calculated once a semester? My reach for power has been blocked!

When the general affairs officer was thinking about the counterattack in the future, Fujiwara Chika was distracted by a junior whose skin looked even whiter with sunglasses: "You are not really dark, even though I have never seen you use sunscreen. Is this a secret technique used at the beach? Teach me."

...You treated me like this, and you think nothing happened just because you're a pretty girl? If you were my computer, I would at least remove your graphics card and put it in the backup computer.

With a dissatisfied tone, Xing Yuanhui said with a wooden face: "...This is innate. If such a secret technique existed, I would have become rich long ago."

Even without this thing, I am still rich.

Seeing that she seemed to care about this, Xing Yuanhui smiled evilly: "Why? Darker? It doesn't matter, even if you are darker, you have gained weight~."

Wow! What a monstrous malice! No matter how many times she had seen it, Fujiwara Moe would always admire her brother-in-law who dared to directly touch upon taboo topics.

I have to admire him. If it were my dad, Sister Qianhua would probably go back to my grandfather's house to complain.

"... Humph! Pointless provocation! I'm growing muscles, not getting fat!" Fujiwara Chika narrowed her eyes and said with a sly smile, "Xingyuan-san will be deducted five points and given a yellow card!"

Even if you know, you can’t say it out loud!

"Calm down," said Fujiwara Toyoshi, who rarely spoke when Xing Yuanhui was around. "Chihua is doing well now, and she's very healthy!"

“But…” Fujiwara Chika hesitated to speak, as if she couldn’t accept the fact that she was darker than the boys.

During this rare halftime break, the person who could truly calm down this farce finally appeared. Because Xing Yuanhui was going back to Oma, Fujiwara Manzu, who came to take over, was a little confused about what he saw.

The three sisters were traveling alone, and their parents were really worried. They originally wanted to entrust other relatives and friends to help them, but given Xing Yuanhui's fighting ability, his ability to travel with them really helped a lot.

Of course, the custody fee was deposited into his card, but I had no control over whether the other party used it or not.

"…What are you doing?"

The mother searched for the exit for five minutes without finding anyone. Because of her close relationship with her daughters, she sensed that something was wrong and rushed over following her intuition.

She glanced to the left at the terrifyingly fancy Xingyuan brand Christmas tree, then to the right at the second and third girls with awkward smiles on their faces. She hesitated for a moment and stared directly at the eldest daughter in front of her.

"It wasn't my idea, and I'm not an accomplice." Fujiwara Toyomi raised his hands and reported it directly with his real name without hesitation, "Chika wanted to test the appeal of this outfit first, but it hasn't been improved yet, so it looks like this now! Originally, I was going to pick her up at the airport in this outfit!"

Fujiwara Chika and her sister cried out in disbelief, looking at their elder sister: "Toyoshi-sister, why?!"

This isn't the first time! Did you really betray us?

"If we don't do this, we won't have any pocket money next month." Fujiwara Toyomi argued for himself, "I'm just trying to survive by cutting off my arm!"

And Mr. Qunxing seems to still be upset about me asking him to go to Shuchiin, and I also want to repair the relationship between us.

Chapter 19 If you want, I can book a ticket for you

She waved again to Xing Yuanhui, who had changed into his normal low-key outfit, and watched him leave with his luggage and a box of souvenirs. Fujiwara Chika felt a void in her heart. The feeling of loss was like digging up muddy land with a shovel, and then gathering into a bowl of water at the bottom of the pit.

But this was not the first time she had been left out like this. After all, the Fujiwara family would have a family trip every year, and they would always meet some like-minded companions on the road, so such separations were very common.

"Then let's go too~." Fujiwara Chika turned around, walked closer to her mother, and said caringly, "Mom, do you want to take a rest? You must be tired from flying here from Japan?"

Fujiwara Manjung touched Fujiwara Chika's head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "If you can complain about Emirates' first class, how can other airlines survive? This is one of the most luxurious airlines in the world."

"Are you trying to save your pocket money?" Fujiwara Toyomi asked with a chuckle.

"No way! My respect for mom is like water in a sponge, no matter how hard you squeeze it, it will never run dry!" Fujiwara Chika naturally couldn't admit it, so she hugged Fujiwara Manzu's arm and argued, "This is slander! Mom will definitely not be misled!"

Your metaphor... wouldn't it be gone if there was no crowding? Fujiwara Toyomi quietly turned his head.

"That's right!" Fujiwara Moe and Chika are in the same boat. Their common stance made her do the same thing as her sister - pretending to be good. "Mom knows that we usually listen to you the most! I know there's a very good coffee shop in Dubai. A friend of mine recommended it to me. I heard that the atmosphere is great! You can definitely relax in this quiet space filled with green plants and retro home decorations!"

"Since you all said so, then fine."

They took a car to this eco-friendly coffee shop, placed their orders, and waited for a while listening to the soothing white noise of the room.

Soon, Fujiwara Manzu took a sip of the freshly brewed coffee and said in surprise: "It is indeed the real thing. Mengye's friend has good taste."

"Hehe, as long as everyone is happy." Fujiwara Moe looked around and found that everyone liked it, and she felt happy in her heart.

Great! Now I can keep my pocket money!

Fortunately, I am a step ahead! In such a healing environment, I am sure my mother will forget everything that just happened, right?

After all, it’s just a little joke. Those souvenirs are not cheap, and many of them are foreign products!

"..." Fujiwara Manzu looked up and saw his little daughter with her hand on her chest and eyebrows raised in pride. He made a judgment without hesitation, "No matter what, someone who is half a step ahead of the world is a genius, and someone who is one step ahead is a lunatic. So in order to avoid lunatics appearing in our house, I must make adjustments to your pocket money."

It's okay to behave like this at home, but it's too outrageous in public. I need to teach you a lesson.

She asked the waiter to bring paper and pen, and quickly wrote out the adjustment plan.

He placed his five fingers on the paper and twisted it slightly, then pushed the paper onto the table of the two sisters who had been playing pranks not long ago, like a cool lawyer in a movie or TV series.

The anxious sister stood up and took a look. After seeing the words and numbers on it, her whole body went limp and she collapsed on the exquisite sofa in the store, unable to extricate herself, as if she was as desperate as a criminal who was executed by firing squad.

[Although I know you two have an appointment, this is not a reason to do anything. Considering that Xingyuan didn't say anything, I won't do anything. The money for the souvenirs will come from your pocket money. The following calculation results...]

Fujiwara Chika and Fujiwara Moeha struggled to hug each other, like climbers who were about to lose their will due to hunger and cold in the snowy mountains. Only by staying together could they feel the presence of warmth.

Those things are so expensive... Is this what you get for your own actions?

After confirming that the two sisters would not fall off the sofa, Fujiwara Manju took another sip of coffee, turned to his eldest daughter and asked, "But Feng Shi really didn't participate. I'm surprised."

After all, he is the inventor of the Christmas pine trees and the dancing lion elk. He could bear not to get involved as he watched the cultural stitching he inherited being used to eat up the representative objects of every country in the hands of others.