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The second day of the comic convention, Saturday.

Just after 7 a.m., the free shuttle bus lines around the convention center were already operating at full capacity.

If yesterday's crowds were a river, today's are the sea.

Young people wearing various anime T-shirts still make up the majority.

However, the crowd included a large number of people from the general public.

A man who had just gotten out of a taxi said something to the driver while holding his phone in his hand.

"Master, please don't leave yet. Let me confirm if this is the right door."

He glanced up at the huge Overwatch poster hanging on the exterior wall of the convention center and couldn't help but smirk.

He then strode towards the entrance.

Xiao Huohuo had just worked overtime until 2 a.m. last night.

Despite finally having a weekend off, he still chose to attend the comic convention.

Lin Dong, who was working overtime with him, learned of this news and sent him a message.

"Brother, bring me a Genji figure when you come back."

He replied with an OK emoji.

That night, he lay in bed excitedly for two whole hours before he could fall asleep.

Such people are not uncommon in today's crowds.

The security team urgently adjusted the queuing plan the night before based on the pre-sale ticket data, adding 10 more lanes to the original plan.

Temporary sunshades and drinking fountains have been added to the waiting area.

The number of volunteers has doubled since yesterday. Young people wearing matching blue vests weave through the queue, using portable megaphones to direct passengers to the correct lanes for different ticket types.

Inside the venue, the capacity of all exhibition areas approached the warning line very quickly after the doors opened.

Long queues formed in front of the Ultraman-themed exhibition in the main exhibition hall, requiring visitors to enter in batches.

The waiting time in the game experience area had exceeded most people's patience limit, but none of the people in line left.

Even with ten additional POS machines added to the cash registers in the surrounding sales area, it still wasn't enough.

However, there were no pushing, arguing, or queue-jumping disputes throughout the entire venue.

Behind this seemingly unbelievable sense of order lies a complete set of operational plans that have been repeatedly tested and refined.

The Land of Light assembled a sizable emergency response team before the anime convention opened.

The team includes professional event security personnel, medical staff with first aid qualifications, and cultural workers drawn from within the company.

One emergency response point is set up for every 100 square meters.

Each response point is equipped with a liaison officer and a set of first aid equipment, and all volunteers share the same frequency band for their walkie-talkies.

Any emergency can be communicated to the nearest emergency personnel in a very short time.

The venue itself was designed with wide evacuation routes and multiple backup exits, and a reflective directional arrow was placed on the ground every five meters.

These details may seem insignificant on ordinary days, but their importance becomes apparent when the crowds are so dense that it's almost impossible to move.

There are clear exit signs in every direction, and staff will promptly guide passengers through any overloaded passageway.

The person who devised these plans was wearing a dark gray T-shirt without any markings, a baseball cap, and a mask, blending into the crowd.

Like a typical tourist, I held a grilled sausage in my hand, stood in a corner of the fan art booth area, and tilted my head to look at a painting hanging on the display stand.

Yang Qian pulled her hat brim down a little.

Although the mask covered most of her face, Yang Qian made a horizontal cut in it to make it easier to eat.

He took a couple of bites, his cheeks bulging, his gaze never leaving the painting.

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Yang Qian took out her phone and took a picture of the painting.

He then turned around and walked towards the adjacent Cosplay free photography area.

Just then, a message from Su Xiaoran popped up on the screen.

"Director Yang, the main stage event is about to begin. Would you like to go up and say a few words?"

He replied instantly: "You decide what to do."

Then he put his phone back in his pocket, pulled up his hat brim, and continued to disappear into the crowd.

Su Xiaoran had already guessed Yang Qian's slacking off.

When she arrived at the venue this morning, she found that Yang Qian was not in the temporary command room.

She guessed Yang Qian's thoughts in just a few seconds.

"Director Yang remained completely out of the loop today. I was in charge of all on-site decisions. Contact me if you need anything."

After sending the message to everyone, she added, "If you see him, don't disturb him; let him have his own time."

Yang Qian was of course unaware that Su Xiaoran had already completed the location tracking of him.

He was squatting on a bench outside the Overwatch game experience area, holding a glass of iced lemonade he had just bought, watching the exhibition match that was going on inside through the glass.

On the big screen, the two teams of players are fighting for the last objective point, and the overtime progress bar has burned down to its last bit.

He took a sip of lemonade, the ice cubes making a crisp sound as they hit the glass.

A man who looked to be in his early thirties was sitting on a bench nearby, carrying a bag of merchandise he had just bought. Inside were a Soldier: 76 figurine and a T-shirt that read "Heroes Never Die".

The man was also watching the large screen in the experience area, his expression focused.

Yang Qian noticed that there was a briefcase next to his feet.

"You really like Soldier: 76?"

Yang Qian asked.

The man glanced at him, probably not recognizing the strange man in the baseball cap and mask, and simply smiled politely.

"Yeah, after playing shooting games for over a decade, this is the first time I've seen a character whose entire skill set is dedicated to protecting teammates."

He paused for a moment, as if organizing his thoughts, and then added a sentence.

"I used to be a soldier, and now I'm a retired soldier working as a safety officer in a mine. My daily job is to check for dangers before others go down into the mine."

"The 76 setting feels very familiar to me."

On the screen, Soldier: 76 landed a precise spiral missile to finish off the enemy's low-health damage dealer, drawing cheers from the crowd.

The man looked at the screen and grinned.

Yang Qian did not respond.

He finished the last drop of lemonade in his glass, stood up, patted the safety officer on the shoulder, and said something only the two of them could hear.

"76, let me say thank you to you."

The safety officer turned his head and paused for two seconds.

By the time he came to his senses and wanted to ask something, the figure in the baseball cap had already disappeared into the crowd.

He blinked, looked down at the Soldier: 76 figurine in the bag, and then looked in the direction Yang Qian had disappeared.

"Could it be... no way?"

At 3 p.m., the free performance segment on the main stage attracted a large number of spectators.

This segment wasn't originally on the program list; Su Xiaoran added it at the last minute.

She saw a large number of comments from netizens on social media after the museum closed yesterday.

"Comic conventions shouldn't just have official performances; they should also give fans the opportunity to go on stage themselves."

I sent Yang Qian a message in the middle of the night asking for instructions.

Yang Qian replied with a thumbs-up emoji.

The free performance segment today is a result of this.

The fans who went on stage each had their own unique performance.

Performing theme songs, voice acting, and cosplay in the Land of Light series...

A tall boy wearing glasses played a section of the Digimon opening theme on his harmonica on stage.

The performance wasn't perfect; a few notes were clearly off-key, but no one laughed. The applause lasted a long time when the piece ended.

Yang Qian stood at the very back of the crowd, leaning against the door frame at the exit, quietly enjoying the view.