The female protagonist's character was completely ruined after transmigrating into a book and b

"Okay, okay."

A village girl.

Qin Yizhu didn't say anything.

"Is there anything you don't eat?"

He didn't even need to think; if he asked her what she wanted to eat, Wen Yao would definitely say, "Anything is fine."

There's no point in asking this question.

However, asking if there are any foods you don't eat can at least avoid some awkwardness.

"Green pepper."

"I won't eat it either."

"Everything else is fine."

Qin Yizhu glanced at her again.

She's too thin.

It looks like it could be blown over by a gust of wind.

So we have to have some meat at noon today.

"Qin Yizhu".

While he was packing chicken wings in the refrigerated section of the supermarket, Wen Yao suddenly called out to him.

"Um?"

Do you usually go to comic conventions?

"I'm not going to shop; it doesn't seem very interesting."

These days, comic conventions... well, those who know, know.

A large-scale fan meeting.

A mixed bag.

Of course, Qin Yizhu's decision not to go has nothing to do with these things.

He just didn't think it made any sense.

It's nothing more than looking around and taking a picture with any characters you think are interesting.

"Is that so?"

"Yeah, I don't know any of the guests invited by the organizers, and those ordinary cosplayers aren't anything special."

Qin Yizhu shrugged.

"And there's something really interesting about this. There was this prostitute, the kind that can fly all over the country, who once flew into the bed of a high-ranking executive at Fukushima, and ended up being recruited and becoming a regular member of the 'official' group, starting to collect anime and manga fans. Before, she was called a prostitute, but now she's called 'teacher'."

He laughed at himself when he said this.

Wen Yao had no idea what he was laughing at.

Is it some kind of absurd dark humor? Or is it a mockery of this group?

I can't tell the difference between Wen and Yao.

"In fact, many of the old folks who used to sell image packs on certain websites and travel all over the country have used the identity of cosplayers to launder their money and go straight. There is a very strange problem: comic conventions require tickets, and the organizers need to spend money to invite guests. Doesn't that mean I am at risk of giving money to 'welfare girls'? Please, I even wait for the image packs to be leaked and get them for free. It is impossible for you to ask me to spend money to 'welfare girls'."

Qin Yizhu was clearly getting carried away and didn't realize that the person next to her wasn't Wang Gaofeng or Sun Yang, but Wen Yao.

By the time he realized this, it was clearly too late.

"Well……"

"Is that so?"

Contrary to expectations, Wen Yao's reaction was quite calm.

Maybe she doesn't know what "image pack" means?

That makes sense.

Finally, she nodded.

It's like expressing agreement.

"If you understand, then you're right."

Qin Yizhu found it amusing.

"It's because you think spending money to see prostitutes is a boring and wasteful thing."

"That's roughly the idea."

"So you've never been there?"

Wen Yao continued to ask.

"I've been there once."

Qin Yizhu answered, unaware of the hint of anticipation that flashed across Wen Yao's face.

"I went with a friend."

This friend is naturally Wang Gaofeng.

The guest at that comic convention was the girl group he was a fan of.

So Wang Gaofeng insisted on dragging Qin Yizhu along.

She even said she would buy him a ticket.

Qin Yizhu wasn't the type to take advantage of others, so the ticket was waived.

"My friend was watching a girl group perform otaku dances in front of me, and I was just wandering around aimlessly."

He recounted the events of that time.

He was completely oblivious to Wen Yao's absent-mindedness beside him.

"Why are you suddenly asking this? Are you into anime and manga? But I only read anime and manga; I don't really participate in anime conventions or fan groups."

He continued talking to himself while putting tomatoes and potatoes into the cart, preparing to weigh them later.

"Well, not really, I just..."

Wen Yao didn't know how to continue.

You mean we might have met?

Ask him if he still remembers him?

Something seems a bit strange.

"Just what?"

"I just feel like you look familiar."

In the end, she still spoke up.

"what?"

This sentence, taken alone, doesn't seem to have any problems.

However, considering Qin Yizhu's experience, the problem becomes much more serious.

"Have you seen me before?"

How come I've seen myself before?

"I'm not entirely sure, but I feel like you look a bit like me."

"What were you doing back then...?"

Qin Yizhu didn't have much of an impression of Wen Yao.

So her identity at the time was... a cosplayer?

Kids these days mature early, so it seems normal that you can't tell which ones are in middle school.

"For distributing materials."

"For distributing materials?"

Who can remember that?

On the contrary, Wen Yao, could it be that she can remember the appearance of every person who receives the materials she sends out?

This is too weird!

"At the time, several of us made a few postcards together."

postcard?

When it came to a specific material, Qin Yizhu had an impression of it.

"It seems that's true. Someone gave me several of them, but the styles seemed to be quite different."

"Yes, yes, because it was a project we did together, and each of us drew one."

"Wait, I remember now."

Qin Yizhu's expression suddenly turned strange.

He took it and flipped through it casually, eventually stopping at a picture of a nun.

He muttered that this picture was so erotic.

But that's not the most important thing.

He added another sentence after that.

"It would be a shame if they didn't go into drawing books."

Because the nun's image didn't show a large area of ​​nudity, but Qin Yizhu felt a sense of eroticism about it.

"That picture of the nun wasn't drawn by you, was it?"

After weighing Wen Yao, Qin Yizhu looked at her with some surprise.

"right."

If we're not sisters, why are you blushing?

Did he really go to draw a book?

It's been over a year now, hasn't it?

Wouldn't Wen Yao's skills improve by leaps and bounds?

"At the time, I felt that my drawing was not good, and we were all ordinary students, the oldest being only a high school student. Although the materials could be sent out, everyone accepted them out of politeness."

Wen Yao recalled the scene at that time.

Qin Yizhu seemed to be the only one in the entire room who took the drawing, flipped through it immediately, and then said that he had drawn it well.

Please, do you think drawing a sketchbook is easy?

Only experts can draw books.

Comics emphasize plot, while doujinshi emphasize artwork.

A comic book has two pages to leave a lasting impression on the reader, but a notebook only has one cover.

In fact, Wen Yao's painting skills were still very immature at that time, and the details of human figures and expressions were far from reaching the level of her paintings.

But Qin Yizhu's comment, "It would be a shame if he didn't go and draw books," was the highest form of recognition.

"Wait a minute, you're not actually going to draw a doujinshi, are you?"

After the two came out of the supermarket checkout, Qin Yizhu asked in a low voice.

Keep your voice down, is it something to be proud of?

Speak louder, it's already disgraceful anyway.

But then again, what's so shameful about it?

If that's the case, then Wen Yao should be called a teacher.

Although the threshold for being called a teacher is very low these days, as Qin Yizhu said, even those who are repressed and arrogant can call a bunch of chickens "teacher".

In his eyes, the fields of Shenzhen are far more beautiful and worthy of the title "teacher."

However, the sketchbook at least demonstrates that the artist's skill was up to par.

No, no.

Wen Yao quickly denied it.

"That's good."

Qin Yizhu breathed a sigh of relief.

No matter what, this thing belongs to the gray market.

"My drawing skills aren't that good yet."

"Even if you're that good, you're not allowed to draw books, understand? What if you end up in jail one day? I'll have to bail you out."