Chapter 5: 05 Face to face

Convention Center, outside of c-city.

In front of a game company's booth, a silver-white haired teenager stood diffidently, twirling a silver wooden-bladed short sword between the five fingers of his right hand, his eyes clear and the red tear mole at the end of his eyes cold.

"Mr. Snowflakes! I've been waiting in line for two hours and it's finally my turn!" The girl in the black and red lolita bounced over.

"Tough." Fang Zhiran says, "That's a nice dress you're wearing."

"Want a link?" The little girl said, "It fits you quite well."

"No, no." Fang Zhiran says, "Do you want a picture or a video?"

"Video it." The little girl said, "There's always a frame of my beauty to cut out."

"Snowflakes you're a real looker with that face." The little girl said as she slapped the video, "Unlike some psplay's that can't carry the line at all."

"Playing this is just for fun, you can fix it as much as you want." Fang Zhiran said, "Official cosplayers like me who receive money, receive gold to shine."

"Hahaha you're a real character." The little girl rummaged through her pain bag and handed him two bags of cookies, "Eat more, your waist is too thin, store bought, don't worry about eating."

"Thanks." Fang Zhiran steals a glance at the other's pain bag.

This bag, it's so beautifully tied, so many Lin Qin's beautiful bars.

Tong Tan's handiwork is also too good.

"I'm off, you stay open." The little girl waved, "I'll see you next time."

It was nearing 17:00 pm and the interactive activities at the game booth were coming to an end.

Fang Zhiran beckoned the boys at the end of the line.

"Snowflakes, ooohhhh my beauty god." The boy was emotional, "Good thing I came, you're so beautiful offline too."

Fang Zhiran For some reason, there has always been a huge number of male fans of his and a large fan viscosity.

"Let's take a picture together." The little boy said, "More pictures, I like you so much."

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Comic-Con is almost over for the day, and a lot of people are dragging their suitcases out.

Fang Zhiran was walking against the flow towards the arena, and on the way he heard a lot of talking -

"Ooohhhh happy over, back to school tomorrow."

"Love everyone so much, it's such a great atmosphere today and the teachers are so good at the whole job."

"Claimed a lot of no-materials, so exquisite, I have to work overtime tomorrow, and I'm slightly less murderous towards my boss by 1% yet."

Fang Zhiran is also happy.

Every Comic-Con produces bubbles of joy that stay for ages.

He flew all the way to the Handy Steps to a Thousand Years booth just as it was closing.

"Hello." He asks, "Can I ask if Lin Qin's vocal doughnuts are still available!"

"You're late, the sale is over." The staff at the booth was squatting down to pack up their things, and raised their heads when they heard this, "Wow, is that Mr. Snowflakes? I just passed by your booth, your cosplay is so rejuvenating."

The other party has initiated overtime to you.

Fang Zhiran was very cooperative and took a group photo with the staff.

"Snowflakes teacher." The staff member said, "I just had my coworker look for it, and there's only one broken vocal doughnut left."

"Is it broken ......" Fang Zhiran Some regret.

"Yeah, big blemish." The staff said, "Eyes and mouth and little wings fell off somewhere, and it's just a generic vocalizing ball with no character traits now."

Fang Zhiran: "?"

Fang Zhiran: "I want it! Sell it to me!"

Staff: "......"

Fang Zhiran paid 68 to forcefully buy a large flawed vocalized gnocchi.

The staff member holding the collection code stood still, his hands a little shaky, always feeling his conscience taking a beating.

Fang Zhiran pinched a dumpling and walked out with light steps.

The vocalization button is touched, and in his ears is the voice of the winter god voicing the character -

"Calling me?"

"Who bullied you, tell me and I'll get it back for you."

"Aren't you happy, want to join me, for a great meal."

Bold, how can it be considered a major flaw when Mr. Winter's voice is intact, he plays steadily, and every word soo makes him want to kneel!

Fang Zhiran, who bought the last vocal group, was as happy as a lark trying to sing.

Comic-Con had ended and there was a lot of traffic parked outside the pavilion.

It was a remote location, with no subway nearby, and many people stood on the side of the road to get a cab.

Fellow fans gather and gab, another Comic-Con buffet addition.

Quite a few cosplayers were stopped for pictures, and many others were surrounded by camera long shots.

Fang Zhiran was going to the mcn organization's car, and was also kindly stopped on the way to take photos and videos, and he cooperated with all of them.

Just--

Not far in front of him, a girl in a tutu was being surrounded and photographed.

The orthographic photography looked quite professional, with a camera headlight, instructing the cosplayer on posing and teaching expression management.

Photography around the area was slightly worse, less angle-picky, with the shutter clicking in quick succession.

The photography teaches not too difficult movements, and the cosplayer poses quite seriously, however, unnoticed behind the scenes, a chubby man approaches, holding up a cell phone.

Fang Zhiran saw that the cell phone lens, pointed in the direction of the bottom of the skirt behind the cosplayer, the fat man's finger scratched twice on the screen, seemingly pulling the focus.

Fang Zhiran frowned lightly.

Ji Xingchuan sat in the driver's seat, looking out the car window with nothing to do.

The Comic-Con had just dispersed, and the road was full of cosplayers of all hair colors carrying all kinds of magical props.

Ji Ze's rainy day of not being able to get a cab was planned a little too early.

Ji Xingchuan, who had already been waiting in the car for an hour, was so bored that he counted the number of pink, purple, and white hairs passing by outside the window, and concluded that most of them were probably white-hair controllers.

As he was rambling on, there seemed to be a bit of a commotion not too far away.

A lean figure with silver-white hair moved and heaved a black shadow to the ground.

Fang Zhiran was on one knee, one hand pressed against the fat man's neck, the other man's fingers pinched his wrist, leaving a bloody trail.

He had had the good sense to speak out and warn against shooting like that, but it turned out that the other guy not only didn't listen, but asked him if he wanted to join in.

Seeing that the other man was still trying to pass the pictures he had taken to his friends, he couldn't react in time and pressed down on the other man's arm, a heavy fall.

Clothes and ornaments clashed with clinking sounds, and the silver-white hair-colored teenager's face was cold, just like the cynical teenager in the game who had stepped into reality.

People around them raised their cell phones and started taking pictures, and the female cosplayer who was surrounded by the camera finally reacted and pressed down on her skirt.

"Cell phone code." Fang Zhiran squeezed the man with one hand, held up the cell phone with the other, and handed it to the fat man's eyes.

The fat man cursed a few profanities, probably finally sensing the embarrassment of being mobbed, and reported a string of numbers.

"You delete." He threw the phone at the female cosplayer.

"Ah ...... thanks." The other party hurriedly unlocked her cell phone and blushed not too well as she deleted a photo of the stolen walk.

"Dude, did it hurt? Did you call the cops? Do you want to sue me?" Fang Zhiran patted the person who pressed, "No face to sue right, then I'm leaving."

"Deal with it." He said with the female cosplayer, "Be careful next time you take pictures."

Ignoring the other man's reaction, he got up, coldly walked away from the countless cameras, and-

Heartily, he patted the dust that had gotten on the vocal doughnut.

It's a Winter Sensei's hero piece, so protect it.

The cell phone was about to run out of juice and the person at the mcn agency was stammering about the location of the parking.

"I'm running out of battery." He said.

He stopped and looked down at his knees.

The cosuit, which belongs to a teenage character, has a loose, short black tunic on top and dark shorts that don't go past the knee.

That press to the ground just now looked cool, but in reality, it was killing a thousand enemies and damaging eight hundred of his own.

His knee knocked on the hard concrete floor, a red and swollen patch on the spot, and it hurt so much that he wanted to give the hooligan a couple of good slaps in the face.

These legs of his, they've been so plagued lately, they're going all over the place.

"Snowflakes teacher." A voice called to him.

"Huh?" Fang Zhiran turned around, "Ah, it's you."

The little boy who just ended up interacting with him in front of the game booth.

"You couldn't get a cab either?" The little boy asked him.

Fang Zhiran is not in a position to say that the mcn organization dropped the ball, so he replies, "Sort of."

"Let me give you a ride." The young boy said excitedly.

"You?" Fang Zhiran sized up the other man, "With a stroller?"

"......"

"My brother came to pick me up." The young boy, regardless of the previous suspicion, warmly invited, "I knew it would be hard to get a taxi at the end of today's Comic-Con, so I asked my cousin to drive the car here in advance."

"Come on, Mr. Snowflakes." The little boy said, "I'm not a bad guy, and I'd really like to give you a ride."

Fang Zhiran is not afraid of bad people, he is only afraid that he will go back too late tonight to catch the high speed train, and he will not see his dear senior brother tomorrow.

"Then ...... thanks a lot." He said.

The phone is dead, so instead of waiting for an unreliable mcn agency, I'm going to get on a fan first.

As long as I can get a charge and get back to the city, all is well.

He followed the little fan toward the curb.

"Snowflakes teacher." The little boy says, "What's that sandbag in your hand?"

Fang Zhiran : "...... is not a sandbag."

It's my soul awakener.

After this trip back, he's going to hang this doughnut on his book bag and squeeze it when he's happy and when he's not.

"Don't you worry, my brother is quite nice." The little fan said, "It's just that people are getting stricter and stricter, always staring at my test scores."

"How old are you? Middle school?" Fang Zhiran laughed, the return trip was carefree, he now looked at the little fan's body all seemed to carry auspicious Ruiqi, "Do not play now, later to reminisce about youth?"

"Exactly! He doesn't understand us secondaries at all." The little fan was walking along and suddenly came to a ninety-degree bow, "Here it is Snowflakes-sensei, please get on the bus."

He pulled the door open for Fang Zhiran.

This car label looks valuable, Fang Zhiran tasted, think how can not be a black car.

He's on.

A lazy, morose male voice, coming from the driver's seat--

"Ji Ze, make me wait an hour, does your skin itch?"

Ji Xingchuan gritted his teeth and turned his head, frozen.

The silver-white haired teenager had just peeked into the car door, his hair falling over his cheeks and his eyelashes long and slightly curled.

The legs exposed under the dark gray shorts were snow-white, except for the knees, which were bruised and haloed in a good deal of red.

"Hello." Fang Zhiran looked up through the pain, "I can't get a cab, can you give me a ride please ......"

Fang Zhiran : "......?"

Fang Zhiran : "????"