Tokyo host

Chapter 239 The Book Appraiser

Sure enough, there are a little more people of unknown gender in the manga exhibition, for example, in the bathroom - Makoto Futaba looked at the beautiful girls drawing guns at the speed of light beside him, and his heart fluctuated somewhat, as if his heart had entered the toilet Rinse, ups and downs.

Get out early.

After Futaba Makoto put on his belt, he quickly left the bathroom.

On the first day of the CM Comic Exhibition, there were so many people that it could even be described as a sea of ​​people. All kinds of tourists crowded in front of the booth, so Makoto Futaba couldn't see what the booth was selling.

"It's really scary." Futaba Makoto shook his head,

There were still many cosplayers taking pictures, Futaba Makoto glanced at them and lost interest.

After all, they are cosplays of those popular characters. I don’t know if there are such things as Snow Girl or Succubus.

But even in such a place, there are still no customers in front of some booths, and most of them are relatively unpopular, unpopular or newcomers.

If there is no publicity and people don't know it, coupled with seeing that no one is queuing up, it will easily lead to no one willing to try it at all.

Herd mentality exists everywhere.

But Makoto Futaba is quite interested in this kind of booth.

To ask why.

"That's how Teacher Yuyue came here, that guy." At this time, Shuangye Cheng recalled with some emotion how Yu You was when he first debuted.

There were also no guests, and they also stayed silently in the corner.

"Go and have a look." Futaba Makoto stepped up and walked to a stall, and the stall owner was a girl who seemed a little nervous.

She doesn't look very old, she looks a bit like a junior high school student.

Because there are sample books for all the books, looking at the neatly arranged picture books on the table, Makoto Futaba picked them up——

"Um……"

Futaba Makoto flipped page after page, with his serious expression and focused dark eyes, people who didn't know it would think Futaba Makoto was a scholar who consulted literature.

But this is just a simple book.

The stall owner swallowed, because Futaba Cheng was her first customer today.If you want to ask why, it is mainly because her booth is remote, and the cover of the book is a little rough, and next door is a popular fan artist, so her booth is hardly seen by anyone.

[If I knew I couldn't sell it, I wouldn't have come here. ] Just when the girl was thinking, Makoto Futaba arrived like a savior.

Makoto Futaba quickly finished reading the notebook in his hand.There are not many pages in it, only about two articles, so it is a thin book.

Judging from the painting style, this is undoubtedly a new painter, no wonder no one came to line up, even so...

"The plot is very good." Looking at the girl who looked eager in front of him, Makoto Futaba smiled slightly.

I don't know if it's because Makoto Futaba is so handsome or because it's rare for someone to praise him, but the stall owner's face turned red with excitement, and he nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "Thank you, thank you!"

"The plot is that the elder brother attacked the younger sister at night, but the younger sister did not make a sound when she woke up, and silently accepted everything from the elder brother." Makoto Futaba closed the notebook and continued, "Although the night attack is just a common theme, but After adding these settings, coupled with the excellent psychological description of the characters, I think this is a fairly good work."

"Yes, yes! But everyone seems not interested..." The stall owner's tone dropped.

"I think it's a very good work." Futaba Makoto said, "The brothers and sisters probably want to pierce the last layer of paper windows in the future."

He smiled: "I still really want to know the story behind."

"Can you hold on a little longer?"

Can you hold on a little longer...

The eyes of the girl in front of her gradually brightened. It was the look in her eyes after being affirmed and expected by others. She bowed again and again: "Thank you, thank you!"

"Give me three copies." Makoto Futaba said.

"Three books?!"

"Too little?"

"No, no, you scared me by buying three copies. I thought you wouldn't buy them." The stall owner scratched his head.

"One for daily reading, one for general missionary work, and one for collection, shouldn't that be the case?" Makoto Futaba smiled.

She quickly packed the notebook and said, "Although I know my notebook is not worthy of this, thank you!"

After paying, Makoto Futaba took the paper bag: "I hope to see your works here again in the coming year."

"Ok!"

"correct."

"what?"

"Don't say that the book is unworthy. It is the proof of your hard work. If you are denying your hard work, isn't it too pitiful?"

After Makoto Futaba finished speaking, he left with his bag.

The stall owner girl stared blankly at his back, and after a while, she whispered:

"Thank you……"

……

"I always feel like I said some shameful things." As Futaba Cheng walked, he suddenly felt embarrassed, "Sure enough, the things in the book will be more serious, and that girl will probably think that I am a strange person Bar?"

cough cough.

Before the number of popular stalls decreased, Makoto Futaba, who didn't really want to spend time queuing up, was very interested in continuing to visit those unpopular stalls.

Compared with the treasure-like brother and sister stall owner just now, the doujinshi or books sold by other unpopular stalls began to be strange.

"Hiss, the childhood sweethearts who liked each other, in the end the girl was taken away by the handsome hooligan, and he even made a video for the boy... This tauren is really murderous." Shuangye Cheng looked at the notebook in his hand.

And at the last moment when the girl was spoiled, she was still chanting the name of that handsome gangster. Not only was the boy in the book looking desperate, but he was also looking desperate.

Futaba Makoto put down the notebook in his hand with a complex expression.

"Buy a copy?" asked the stall owner in front of him.

"Sorry, I can't accept this kind of subject matter." Makoto Futaba smiled wryly. He saw that the male and female protagonists on the cover were pretty good-looking, and the initial interaction was full of sugar, so he thought it was a masterpiece of pure love.

"That's right, how many people like this?" The stall owner is a boy, and he said with a natural expression.

"Really, then why did you draw this kind of painting?" Makoto Futaba was chatting with the stall owner curiously.

Generally speaking, the works of the Tauren series are substituting the Tauren, but the plot of this book is extremely uncomfortable to read-that is, a lot of interactions between the male and female protagonists with high sugar content have been laid out in the early stage, so that the Tauren cannot be substituted at all later. Inside the human body, this is why Makoto Futaba finds it uncomfortable to see,
It is simply a treasure for the pure love party.

And the average bullhead may not be able to like it.

"There is no reason, I just want to draw a picture of my own experience." The stall owner took a cigarette candy in his mouth, and said a terrible sentence in a calm tone.

Futaba Makoto's expression suddenly became weird. After he gave a dry cough, he said silently:
"Or give me a copy."

"Thank you for your patronage."

"Don't be sad brother, it will pass." Makoto Futaba said after receiving the paper bag.

The stall owner gave him a strange look, and then smiled strangely as if he understood something.

"I am a tauren."

Makoto Futaba: "!"

R, money back!
……

Makoto Futaba continued to browse the booth until there was an extra translucent window beside him.

[Complete the special achievement (book connoisseur), reward translucent competitive swimsuit x1]

【Translucent Competitive Swimsuit:

It looks like it’s not worn after wearing it, the classic shape design of dead reservoir water, and a certain special ability will be improved after being equipped]

special power?

Futaba Makoto looked at the pink and white swimsuit in the inventory, lost in thought.

The system thing, started sending this kind of thing? !
And what is a book connoisseur? !Are you not the landlord system?
After silently closing the window, Makoto Futaba held back the desire to complain, and he began to doubt whether his system was the landlord system or the color system.

But if Yu Yu wears this swimsuit...

Futaba Makoto's brain began to think wildly.

Go back and ask again.

……

The number of people at the booth began to decrease. It seems that many tourists have moved to other districts. Makoto Futaba and others will definitely go to the game area to have a look.

Buy all the books you want to buy first.

Not long after, there were seven or eight more bags in Futaba Cheng's hand, and he walked contentedly, his face full of joy of returning home with a full load.

Inadvertently, he saw a book booth lined up beside him, and after seeing that there were no follow-up tourists in line, he walked over quickly.

"Thank you!"

"Mr. NONO, can you shake my hand?"

The front seems to be quite lively, and it seems that it is also a popular painter.

NONO...

Wait, isn't this the tauren god?

Oops, I strayed into the enemy's base camp.

Just when Futaba Makoto was about to leave quickly, the line at this time was already up to him.

"Hello." The stall owner in front of him was a petite girl wearing a peaked cap. I didn't expect Teacher NONO to be a girl.

However, wearing a mask makes it difficult to see his face clearly, but his eyes are like crystal clear springs.

Ok?
At this time, Futaba Makoto looked at the girl in front of him strangely, because he seemed to have seen these eyes somewhere before.

"Senior?!" Teacher NONO's clear eyes slowly widened, and then he quickly covered his mouth as if he had slipped a word, and changed the subject with a smile, "Do you want to buy it?"

It's just that the voice couldn't hide the tension in it.

senior?

People who call themselves seniors.

Futaba Makoto stared at the girl in the peaked cap and mask in front of him, and then the other party's information slowly emerged——

[Character: Kojima Shoko
Status: nervous
Information: The opening conditions have not yet been met]

"Student Kojima?" Futaba Makoto said in a daze, wait a minute, is Shoko Kojima the teacher NONO, the god of the tauren.

Makoto Futaba suddenly remembered that last time in the bookstore, the book Shoko Kojima read was teacher NONO's.

He recalled again - two 'Pikachu' clumsily wrestling with each other on the ground, neither of them obeying the other.

And the scene where Gongbai Yuyou sees Kojima Shoko and keeps saying that she is a bad woman.

Everything……

It turned out to be you, the source of evil!
"What Kojima-san, what are you talking about?" Kojima Shoko's voice could hardly conceal the emotions in his heart, and even began to tremble.

Not only that, some people in the queue behind showed strange looks.

Did the two know each other in real life?

Futabakawa also knew the reason why Kojima Shoko was wearing a mask, so he smiled and said, "Sorry, I mistook the person. Mr. NONO's body shape is very similar to my sister."

The fans queuing behind showed disgusted eyes.

Teacher NONO is your sister?
Are you daydreaming too much?

"Please give me a copy." Makoto Futaba said.

"Okay." Kojima Shoko handed the notebook in his hand to Futaba Makoto.

Seeing that the other party's hand holding the notebook was a little trembling, Makoto Futaba smiled and said, "Mr. NONO, can you shake my hand?"

"Eh?!" Kojima Shoko subconsciously wanted to refuse, but the next second, she also understood that this was a normal process, so she reached out her hand and held Futaba Makoto together.

Kojima Shoko's hand was a little cold, and after Makoto Futaba wrapped his palm around the opponent, a sense of peace of mind passed over, and Kojima Shoko began to relax inexplicably.

"thanks……"

Kojima Shoko's voice was very low.

"You're welcome." After Futaba Makoto let go, he paid the money and left with the bag.

After Shoko Kojima felt the sense of security from his palm disappear, he looked at Makoto Futaba's back, feeling a sense of loss for some reason.

……

"I really discovered something extraordinary at this manga exhibition." Makoto Futaba shook his head and returned to his booth, only to find that Gong Baiyuyou's books had all been sold out.

"Ah Cheng, welcome back." Nana saw Futaba Makoto come back in the morning, and moved closer to him, only to notice the bag in his hand.

Seeing so many contraband, the girl shrugged her nose. In the past, she would definitely confiscate them, but now... Morning Nana still chose to turn a blind eye.

Anyway, doing these things is indeed very comfortable.

"Where's Yuyou?" Makoto Futaba asked when he saw that the familiar rhubarb mouse was not at the booth.

"After the book was sold out, she went to the bathroom, and she hasn't come back yet," Nana said in the morning.

Is it.

Futaba Makoto sat down, and then found that tourists came to ask about the book one after another.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all sold out, you can wait until tomorrow." Nana said at the side in the morning, and smiled apologetically after seeing the regretful expressions on the faces of the tourists.

"Are you Teacher Yuyue himself? You're so cute!" Suddenly, several male tourists surrounded Morning Nana, their faces full of excitement.

"Shake my hand."

"Is it really Teacher Yuyue, can I touch it?"

"Hey...you're so sensual."

In the morning, Nana quickly shook her head and explained: "I'm not Teacher Yuyue, you guys misunderstood."

One of the male tourists didn't take his words to heart at all, and even reached out to touch Nana's body in the early morning.

"Crack." The outstretched hand was blocked, and the tourist was taken aback for a moment, only to see Futaba Makoto appearing in front of Nana in the early morning, and then staring at him expressionlessly: "She's not Teacher Yuyue, you Can't understand people's language?"

Then his eyebrows frowned, and his tone was suddenly as cold as a blade: "Get lost."

"Hug, sorry!" Those people were frightened by Makoto Futaba's aura, and left the booth in a hurry.

(End of this chapter)