章節 427: [427] That Guy is a Damn Normie
Chapter 427: That Guy is a Damn Normie
"You know what they say, no risk, no reward."
Watching the enthusiastic invitation from the stall owner, Hachiman raised an eyebrow.
What's this? Are you getting into charity work now?
"Well, since you're so eagerly inviting me, I won't refuse," Hachiman said, taking the replica rifle from the owner with a smile.
"Hmm... let's start with twenty bullets," he added.
"Alrighty."
Hearing Hachiman's request, the middle-aged stall owner grinned widely.
To him, Hachiman probably just wanted to show off in front of these girls. He had seen plenty of boys like him. But among those boys, very few actually won any prizes. In his estimation, if Hachiman hit four or five targets with these twenty bullets, it would be considered good.
With those odds, he was definitely making a profit.
As for Hachiman, he took the bullets handed to him by the owner and turned to the girls beside him with a smile.
"Which one do you want? Just tell me," Hachiman said to the girls.
Seeing Hachiman getting ready to play again, Yui hesitated.
"Hikki, is this really okay?" The memory of Hachiman's previous goldfish scooping adventure made her reluctant to let the shooting stall owner suffer the same fate as the goldfish stall owner.
"Well, since the owner is inviting me so enthusiastically, I might as well give it a try," Hachiman shrugged in response to Yui's concern, then turned to the smiling stall owner.
"Hey boss, I hope it's okay if I hit a few more targets this time."
Hearing Hachiman's request, the stall owner laughed heartily.
"Haha, however many targets you hit, I won't hold back."
The middle-aged stall owner was used to hearing such words. Almost every boy who came out with girls to play would say something similar, wanting to show off their shooting skills.
But unfortunately, if there were really that many sharpshooters, he would have gone bankrupt long ago.
"You see, even the boss himself says so. So don't worry, silly," Hachiman reassured Yui, ruffling her hair affectionately.
"Okay," Yui nodded, giving a sympathetic glance at the still cheerful stall owner before falling silent.
Seeing that Yui didn't object, Hachiman first picked up a rifle to test it out. After confirming that everything was in order, he turned to Yui.
"Yui, which one do you want?"
"Hmm..."
After hesitating for a moment, Yui finally chose a small dog plushie.
"I'll take this one. It looks quite similar to Sable."
Glancing at the dog plushie, Hachiman nodded in agreement.
Yeah, it does resemble Sable, that silly dog.
"No problem, leave it to me," he said, lifting the replica rifle in his hand.
Loading the bullet, aiming, firing—all in one smooth motion.
With a "bang," the bullet burst forth, and the dog plushie fell from its perch.
Seeing this scene, the stall owner's hand holding the fan paused.
Huh... He actually hit the target on the first try?!
That must be luck.
Comforting himself internally, the stall owner bent down to pick up the dog plushie and placed it on the table with a smile.
"Wow, you've got some good luck there, young man. Hitting the target on the first try."
Hearing the stall owner's words, Hachiman just smiled and turned to hand the plushie to Yui.
"Here you go, Yui."
"Thank you, Hikki!"
Taking the plushie, Yui thanked him with a happy smile on her face.
Rubbing the bun on her head, Hachiman's face softened into a gentle smile.
"It's nothing. This is a gift for my little bun."
Feeling the warmth of his hand on her head, Yui's face flushed with a touch of emotion.
Seeing the intimacy between the two, the stall owner felt a pang of jealousy, feeling like he had unknowingly eaten a big bowl of dog food.
Not just the owner, a few of the girls also felt a bit awkward.
At that moment, Yumiko walked over and swatted away Hachiman's hand resting on Yui's head.
"Hey, you, don't take advantage of Yui so casually."
Seeing Yumiko pout, Hachiman couldn't help but find it amusing.
He didn't expect the girls to be so jealous now.
"What does Yumiko want then?"
"Hmph."
Despite being addressed by Hachiman, Yumiko snorted lightly but still stated what she wanted.
"I want that dolphin plushie."
Glancing at the red dolphin plushie on the prize shelf, Hachiman nodded.
"No problem."
He then lifted the replica rifle once again.
Seeing this scene, the stall owner's heart tightened, but he kept reassuring himself internally.
It must have been just luck earlier. How could I randomly encounter a sharpshooter like this?
Perhaps the reassurance worked, as the confidence returned to the stall owner's face.
Unfortunately, you can't just casually set flags.
With a "bang" from the air rifle, the red dolphin plushie fell from its perch just like the others.
Seeing this, the confidence in the middle-aged balding stall owner's face froze.
Could it be that I really encountered a sharpshooter who never misses every shot today?
But Hachiman paid no heed to what the owner might be thinking and simply smiled.
"Boss, could you please bring over the prize?"
Hearing this, the owner had no choice but to bring over the dolphin plushie.
Taking the plushie, Hachiman handed it to Yumiko.
"How about that? Are you satisfied?"
"Hmph, it's alright," Yumiko said with a slight snort, but the smile at the corner of her mouth betrayed her true feelings.
Hachiman smiled and prepared to take another shot.
However, this time, he skipped the question and went straight for the gun. With a "bang," a Mr. Panda plushie fell down.
"Boss, sorry about that," Hachiman chuckled awkwardly again, but to the stall owner, his voice sounded as terrifying as a demon's.
But there was nothing he could do. Since the plushie had fallen, he could only dutifully hand it over to the customer.
Taking the plushie, Hachiman directly handed it to Yukino.
"Here, this is for you."
Seeing her beloved Mr. Panda, Yukino couldn't resist the temptation and reached out to take it.
"Thank you."
With the plushie in her arms, the girl's face turned slightly red as she thanked him.
"It's nothing. As long as you like it," Hachiman smiled faintly.
Seeing this scene, Komachi glanced around.
She hadn't expected her Onii-chan to understand Yukino-nee so well, not even needing to ask what she liked. And judging from Yukino-nee's attitude, she really liked this plushie. It seemed like Yukino-nee had the highest chance of becoming Komachi's sister-in-law.
Of course, Hachiman was unaware of the little girl's thoughts.
With a fair and impartial attitude, Hachiman spoke again.
"Just tell me which one you like, everyone gets one."
Upon hearing this, the girls all spoke up about what they wanted.
Meanwhile, Hachiman transformed into a sharpshooter, never missing a shot.
"Bang!"
A boxed figurine fell down.
"Bang!"
A DVD dropped.
"Bang!"
A beautifully packaged box of chocolates fell.
"Bang!"
An onion-shaped pillow tumbled down.
...
As the "bang bang bang" of gunfire continued, the prizes on the shelf kept falling, and the smile on the middle-aged stall owner's face disappeared completely. Beads of sweat even formed on his forehead.
He hadn't expected to encounter a sharpshooter who never missed every shot.
Even the onlookers nearby couldn't help but start whispering.
"This... is so impressive! Every shot hits the target. Isn't that too strong? Could he be some retired special forces soldier?"
"No, shouldn't we focus on the girls? That guy actually gave each of them a gift, and after receiving it, those girls all looked so happy."
"Huh? What's so strange about that? Receiving gifts is supposed to be a happy thing."
"Idiot, if it's not something you like, would you show such a genuine smile?"
"That makes sense. So, you mean those girls..."
"Yeah, I guess those girls all like that guy."
"Giving gifts to all the girls, and then all the girls being happy."
"In conclusion..."
"That guy is a damn normie!!!"
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章節 428: [428] Encountering Black Lace
Chapter 428: Encountering Black Lace
Ignoring the snide comments from onlookers, Hachiman emptied all the bullets.
Naturally, every shot hit its mark, and each girl received her desired item. Even Mafuyu, who had already left with a full load, didn't miss out.
However, the most eye-catching prize was the giant teddy bear cradled in Komachi's arms.
This toy bear stood over a meter tall, originally placed on the prize shelf's top to attract attention.
Seeing this large teddy bear, girls would surely pester their boyfriends to shoot it down, thereby attracting more business for the owner.
But if the teddy bear were that easy to shoot down, how would the owner make money?
Its enormous size meant it was much heavier than regular plushies, and the impact of a single cork bullet wouldn't dislodge it.
Even Hachiman, who had hit it just now, only made it wobble slightly before it stabilized.
Seeing this, Hachiman raised an eyebrow.
But he wasn't about to give up. After some thought, he borrowed another gun from the owner.
Loading both guns with bullets, he raised them simultaneously, drawing surprised looks from onlookers, and pulled the triggers.
"Bang!" "Bang!"
Two shots rang out in quick succession.
The first cork bullet's impact was resisted by the teddy bear, but before it could stabilize, the second bullet hit it again.
Under the combined force of the two bullets, the large teddy bear finally fell from the top shelf.
Setting down the two guns, amidst the owner's bewildered smile, Hachiman reached for the prize and handed it to Komachi.
"Here, this one's for you, Komachi," Hachiman said, handing her the teddy bear.
"Wow, thank you, Onii-chan! I love you so much!" Taking the large teddy bear in her arms, Komachi flashed a radiant smile.
Hachiman's face softened into a gentle smile. "I love you so much, too, Komachi."
However, Yukino's face showed a hint of disdain.
"What you just said is already a crime. Komachi is only 14 years old, and besides, incest is not allowed in Japan."
Hearing this, Hachiman smirked.
Is she jealous?
Really, Yukino, are you jealous of Komachi too?
At this moment, Komachi spoke with a smile, "Don't worry, everyone. Komachi will always be Komachi. I won't compete with you for Onii-chan."
Hearing this, some girls blushed and turned their heads away, while a few others retorted.
"Just a Hikki? I don't want him anyway."
"Although I don't want him, Komachi, don't worry. I believe there will be an insect who loves Hachiman someday."
"That's right, only insects would like him. All he does is bully me in the kitchen."
"Yeah, Komachi, what are you saying? I'm his teacher!"
...
Listening to the girls, Hachiman smirked wryly, looking somewhat helpless.
Doesn't your conscience hurt when you say these things? And what's the point of this self-deception? Can't you learn from Kotonoha and Saeko and the others?
"Alright, let's go. It's about time. We should head back to the observation deck," Hachiman said, shaking his head in resignation, then turned and left the area first.
Seeing this, the girls looked at each other, thinking that Hachiman was angry.
Upon careful consideration, Hachiman had been quite attentive to them tonight, ensuring everything from food to entertainment was taken care of.
However, girls never hope for mere equality; they want to be the one treated specially.
Unfortunately, that doesn't work with Hachiman; in his mind, there's no favoritism.
Watching Hachiman walk ahead, they didn't dare to approach him casually, fearing he might genuinely be upset.
At this moment, Komachi spoke up to reassure them, "Don't worry, everyone. Onii-chan won't get angry over such trivial matters."
"But I think you should refrain from speaking about Onii-chan like that in the future. Boys have strong egos, you know."
Hearing Komachi's words, the girls nodded.
They had blurted out those words earlier due to shyness, and deep down, they regretted it. After all, they knew Hachiman's feelings best.
"Don't worry, everyone. Leave Onii-chan to me; I'll make sure to cheer him up," Komachi said, quickening her pace to catch up with Hachiman.
Arriving by Hachiman's side, Komachi smiled and said, "Onii-chan, don't be upset. It's the festival today, so cheer up."
Watching his sister approach, Hachiman reached out to ruffle her hair and smiled.
"I'm not upset; I understand Yukino and the others."
Indeed, he knew the girls' personalities quite well. Their words earlier were simply out of shyness.
After all, they had kissed many times before. If they still claimed not to like him, it would be self-deception.
Hearing Hachiman say he wasn't upset, Komachi found it strange.
"Then why did you walk ahead?"
"Well, if I didn't, they might have continued talking. I'm not some masochist, you know. Of course, I wouldn't stick around to be scolded," Hachiman shrugged.
"And I do have a temper, you know. They said they don't like me, so I left."
Hearing this explanation, Komachi felt helpless.
She never expected her Onii-chan to have such a childish side.
"Then, Onii-chan, we agreed. No getting mad, okay?"
"Don't worry, I won't get upset over such trivial matters," Hachiman nodded with a smile.
This reassured Komachi, who then clasped her hands behind her back and made an "OK" gesture.
Seeing this gesture, Yukino and the others breathed a sigh of relief.
Indeed, Komachi was impressive; she managed to soothe him so quickly.
And from this scene, it was evident that Hachiman truly adored his little sister.
Reaffirming this thought, almost all the girls made up their minds.
They must build a good relationship with Komachi.
If they ever accidentally angered Hachiman, Komachi would undoubtedly be crucial.
Although Komachi indicated that Hachiman was no longer upset, the girls didn't immediately follow them, giving the siblings some space.
And so, the group split into two parts, with Hachiman and Komachi walking ahead and the other girls following not too far behind.
Just then, a somewhat familiar figure caught Hachiman's eye.
It was a tall, slender girl with a model-like figure. Her light blue hair was tied into a ponytail, and she wore a light purple yukata with white flower petals. A teardrop mole beneath her right eye added a touch of charm.
She was Hachiman's classmate and also the target of a previous request from the Service Club, Saki Kawasaki.
At this moment, flanking the girl were two relatively shorter figures, one of whom was Komachi's classmate from the cram school, Taishi Kawasaki.
The other one appeared to be much younger, probably around five or six years old, with similarly light blue hair tied into two small braids.
This must be Saki Kawasaki's other sister, Hachiman recalled her name as Kawasaki Keika.
Komachi also noticed Taishi not far away and waved to greet him.
"Hey, Taishi, good evening."
Seeing Komachi, Taishi smiled and returned the greeting.
"Hey, Kom..."
"Hmm?"
But as soon as he spoke, Hachiman's piercing gaze fell upon him, causing him to quickly change his words.
"Hikigaya-san, good evening."
Seeing the boy being so tactful, Hachiman nodded in approval.
Meanwhile, Saki, who had been focused on her sister, also heard her brother's voice and turned to see the Hachiman siblings not far away.
After a moment's thought, she decided to greet them as well. "Hikigaya-kun, good evening."
Hachiman nodded in return, smiling as he spoke, "Good evening, Black Lace."
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