Daily life in Zongman

Goku screamed and jumped up, covering his butt. It was the Thousand Years of Death. It was Naruto who used the Thousand Years of Death!

Xiu pushed his glasses: "I have another Rasengan."

Jizhu Monkey shouted, holding his butt and jumping a few times, then rushed over: "Try my Kamehameha!"

"Spiral pills!"

"Turtle Style Qigong!"

"Spiral pills!"

"Turtle Style Qigong!"

The two people began to fight each other in the air, walking towards the corner.

Then they saw a man cosplaying as the Grim Reaper sprinting, jumping, and shooting in the distance!

The ribbon leaves hanging in the air fluttered when photographed.

The three of them stopped in their tracks, then turned and headed in that direction. Without a word, Ji Zhu rushed forward, jumped, and slammed!

The leaf swayed in the air, and he touched it!

After touching each other, Fujiwara Haru walked to the wall and leaned against it to rest. Yoshitake also walked over naturally, leaned against the wall, and looked back at his two friends.

He crossed his arms over his chest and smiled smugly.

Xiu Ze took off his glasses and handed them to Zhongbang without saying anything. He crossed his hands and rubbed his wrists, then shook his head to move his body.

Take half a step back, sprint, jump, and shoot!

The leaves floated up and I touched them!

After falling back to the ground, he raised his right hand and clenched his fist. The lights shone on him at this moment. Under the attention of everyone, he was the champion!

Xiu took back his glasses, put them on, walked to Yoshitake's side, leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, and looked at Tadakuni with a smug smile.

Zhongbang looked at the two of them with a helpless smile, then took off his straw hat and started his own sprint.

Take off!

Didn't touch it.

He walked to the other side and sprinted again! Jump!

Didn't touch it.

He repeated it several times, then silently put on his straw hat and walked towards his two friends.

Then he was despised by his two friends who had their arms crossed over their chests. They pointed to the other side, indicating that the losing group should go to the other side and rest against the wall.

The corner became lively near noon, and many people made appointments to meet in the corner. So after Hidenori, Yoshitake and Tadakuni touched the leaves, all the men who came after them also jumped up and touched the leaves.

As if it were a meme infection, no man could resist jumping up and touching the leaves after seeing someone else touching them.

Those who have completed the attempt, those who have touched the leaf can rest against the wall on the left, and those who have not touched the leaf can rest against the wall on the right.

The clear distinction between the two, the law of the jungle in nature is vividly and cruelly demonstrated at this moment.

Yoshitake looked at Fujiwara Haru who was resting beside him. After a few glances, he said curiously: "Hey, you look familiar."

Xiu Ze also looked over and said: "It does look familiar. We must have seen it somewhere before."

Fujiwara Haruya thought they looked familiar: "I think you look familiar too."

Yoshitake nodded: "And we're cosplaying characters from Bleach, Naruto, and Dragon Ball. What a coincidence. By the way, my name is Tanaka Yoshitake, just call me Yoshitake."

Hidenori also introduced himself: "My name is Tabata Hidenori, just call me Hidenori."

"My name is Fujiwara Haru, you can just call me Haru."

"Then I'll call you Fujiwara."

Ji Zhu said with certainty.

"Then I'll call you Fujiwara."

Xiu Ze said in a positive tone.

Fujiwara Haru was a little confused: "I call you by your first names, and you call me by my last name. Isn't that a bit strange?"

Ji Zhu folded his arms and rubbed them: "Hey, no, no! Don't you think it's disgusting to call you Dan Qing?!"

Fujiwara Haru thought for a moment and nodded: "It seems so, indeed."

Ji Zhu also nodded: "Isn't it."

"Come to think of it, Fujiwara, your cosplay of Kurosaki Ichigo looks a bit like that."

Xiu Ze looked at it and said: "But why is there a chain on the arm? Isn't it from the Tensuo Zang Yue?"

Fujiwara Haru raised his right hand, looked at it, and was about to answer when a gentle voice came from beside him.

"Qingjun, we're back."

There were two Glasses. The socially anxious Kikyo Glass was standing not far away, and Nadeshiko Ika Glass was standing beside her.

She noticed that her lover's clothes were a little messy, because the leaves he touched when he jumped just now had scattered some of them. Ika Glass subconsciously reached out to help tidy up his clothes.

Xiu looked at Nishimiya Shoko, who was cosplaying Ikaros, and compared the chain around her neck with the chain wrapped around Fujiwara Haru's hand.

He left without saying a word.

After observing carefully, Ji Zhu also left quietly.

Fujiwara Haru was a little confused and called out, "Hideki, Yoshitake?"

Hidetoshi waved his hand with his back turned: "Goodbye, current Fujiwara, we'll meet again if we're lucky."

Only Fujiwara Haru was left feeling a little confused.

As Xiu Ze walked away, he thought to himself, "I didn't expect you to be such a winner in life. Damn, I'm so envious. But since that's the case, I can only wish you all the best and won't be a light bulb here."

Yoshitake: [What's that Hidenori trying to do to show off? I don't get it. Forget it, I'll just try to show off and follow him.]

Zhongbang was left standing: [What are they doing? ]

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After noon, Kasumigaoka Utaha and Kato Megumi returned, leaving only one member missing. Kitagawa Umi hadn't replied to messages, and no one knew what she was doing.

Fujiwara Haru decided to look for her more separately. He was a little worried because she hadn't replied to his messages. Then he saw Yakumo Yukari helping to sell doujinshi in front of an oriental stall.

Kitagawa Umi was there, selling doujinshi. Looking at her from afar, I sighed a little. She was too outgoing and cheerful. It was already noon. Wouldn't she be hungry after playing all morning? And she was still helping others sell things.

He walked over and knocked on the table: "Kitagawa-san, it's time for lunch now. We should have gathered at the agreed time."

Kitagawa Umi showed a surprised expression, took out her cell phone to check the time, and immediately put down the fan book she was selling.

"Sorry, sorry! I forgot the time. Um...Boss, come on, I'm leaving now!"

Kitagawa Umi left the stall.

The stall owner didn't catch up, but raised his phone to signal: "Then Master Zi, let's chat on Line later. Bye."

Kitagawa Umi turned around and waved goodbye.

Fujiwara Haru took her a little further away, sent a group message on his mobile phone asking everyone to gather again, and then looked at Kitagawa Umi.

"Did you add the contact information of the stall owner just now?"

"add."

Kitagawa answered, clasping his hands together and apologizing, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Chief. I lost track of time. When I was buying a book just now, the vendor said my cosplay was incredibly accurate. Coincidentally, the book he was drawing was also by Yakumo Yukari, so I was asked to be the poster girl for a while."

Fujiwara Haru doesn't mind delaying time, but there is one thing he cares about: members cannot be deceived.

Out of a desire to protect his friend, he warned: "The stall owner just now, when I walked by, I saw him slacking off. You were basically the only one working. And you were a temporary helper, and he didn't remind you to leave after noon. He's not a good person. If you chat with him later, he might have some bad tricks up his sleeve. It feels a bit dangerous. I suggest deleting his contact information for safety reasons."

Kitagawa Umi smiled and said, "Okay!"

Then she took out her cell phone and deleted the newly added contact.

"So decisive."

"What the Minister said makes sense. And it's for my own good. I will definitely listen to him."

Kitagawa Umi showed the message list, indicating that it had been deleted. She walked beside him, humming a song. She felt that she had a lot of fun today. Whether it was cosplay, being recognized, or being cared for, she was full of energy and very happy today.

Afterwards, everyone gathered via group messaging for lunch and then went on a group stroll in the afternoon. Fujiwara Haru took some photos as a souvenir, wondering if she should add a photo wall to the activity room.

Later, photos of club activities can be hung on the photo wall to create a more lively atmosphere.

As the director of the handmade props department, Fujiwara Haru is very concerned about his club. Whether it is decoration, some small accessories, or prop replenishment, he tries to make them better.

As the sun set and the crowd at the comic convention began to disperse, I took everyone out of the venue.

We took the subway back and got off the train one after another to say goodbye until we were on our way home, and finally only Fujiwara Haru and Nishimiya Shoko were left.

The two of them walked along the street, carrying the things they bought, and Glass followed closely, following the shadow beside them.

When she reached the door of her house, she called out softly, "Qingjun."

"Well, what's wrong?"

"Can my Cosplay clothes fit in yours?"

"sure."

Just took it.

At this moment, Glass put his ear to hers and whispered softly: "Hey~ Haru-kun, don't play games after dinner~ Glass has a set of clothes that I want to wear for you~"

She took a step back and placed her right fist on her chest: "My Master~ Please wait~"

Chapter 183 Summer Comic Con (DLC)

What will Glass wear later?

After thinking about it for a while, I guessed it. After all, we made the Cos costumes together, and I saw the clothes she made.

However, even after knowing this, she was still very much looking forward to it. After all, it was a piece of clothing specially made by Glass for her to wear alone. Just thinking about it made her very happy.

After having dinner with Sister Shendong, I watched TV for a while. I was so impatient that I kept paying attention to the time on my phone.

When the phone screen showed that it was Monday, August 8.20th, a little after seven o'clock in the evening, the doorbell rang.

"Good evening, Sister Yukino. Sorry to bother you."

Even though they were very familiar with each other, Glass still maintained her courtesy.

Yukino Shindong was sitting on the sofa holding a small pillow. She was very familiar with Nishimiya Shoko, whom she had seen since she was a child. She was not nervous at all. She responded and continued watching TV.

I walked into the bedroom holding Glass's hand and found that she was smiling lightly, with curved eyebrows and a happy expression.

"Haru-kun~ please wait a moment~"

At this time, Glass was dressed in her daily shirt and short skirt. She lifted the bag in her hand and indicated that she wanted to take a shower first.

There is a hidden independent bathroom in the bedroom of the villa. Glass took out the Cos wings props from the wardrobe left for her, and walked into the bathroom carrying the bag.

While waiting, he turned on the computer and chatted with the silly netizen. About half an hour later, Glass opened the door and walked out.

The top that only covers the chest and the light short skirt are very cool stage costumes. With the long white gloves on the hands and the short white stockings on the legs, Nishimiya Glass perfectly presents the image of the "diva" Ikaros.

Glass walked over to her side. Her voice was no longer as gentle and clear as usual, but rather had a hint of emotionlessness, and her face was expressionless as well.

"Master, please use the computer."

Polite words like "please" and "borrow" disappeared from his speech, and his voice was very consistent, as if it was Ikaros himself who was speaking.

Glass has really become Icarus.

How should I put it... The wife in the anime really appears in front of me, and I can clearly know that she loves me. This ultimate satisfaction really makes my brain numb and full of pleasure!

With a sense of satisfaction that he could die without regrets, he stood up and moved away.

Glass fiddled with the computer, turned on the speakers, and adjusted the volume to a comfortable level. She returned to her bag, pulled out the microphone, and looked over.

With a flat expression and a voice devoid of much emotion, she announced the next performance in a very simple manner.

"The song is called, 'Fallen Down'."

Then Glass hit the space bar on the computer keyboard.

The sounds of drums, keyboards, and guitarists suddenly appeared, and accompanied by the prelude music, Nishimiya Shoko began to sing the song she had practiced for half a year.