I will never give in to Miss Death

"Okay, four yuan for the International Convention and Exhibition Center."

The ticket seller pulled a ticket out from the pile of tickets on her waist and gave it to me: "Cash?"

"Just scan the code, Alipay."

I took out my phone and scanned the QR code on the ticket seller’s chest, then took the receipt and walked straight to the back of the car.

Probably because this time is not rush hour and the starting point is located in a remote place, not many people are willing to wait for the bus here. There is no one on this bus, so I can choose any seat at will.

Almost without thinking, I sat in the very end of the car, next to the left window.

The disadvantage of sitting at the back is that it is bumpier than in the middle, but the advantage is that you can see everyone on the bus. As long as you keep an eye on the people on your right, there will be almost no risk of your phone being stolen or you being secretly photographed.

I need to ride from the starting station to the terminal, so it's better to be safe.

"Well……"

I moved the bunny bag behind me to my arms, took out my phone and unlocked the screen.

Don't think about things you can't think of.

Judging from the current situation, it seems that it is inevitable that I know the god of death, but I don’t know what kind of relationship I have with her.

[I just can't stand you grown men using girls as your profile pictures, what's wrong with that? ]

While waiting for the car to start, I just opened QQ on my mobile phone, and the messages floating up in the Rabbit contracted author group made me full of question marks.

Theoretically, authors are nocturnal creatures, right? Why are they discussing so intensely this early in the morning?

With all kinds of questions in mind, I swiped up the group message -

[Brother, I see you have criticized a lot of people. Is there anything wrong with a man using a girl's profile picture? ]

[There are hundreds of authors in the contract group. At a glance, at least 10 out of 8 use anime girls as their avatars. Do you have to go and confirm their gender one by one? ]

[What are you talking about? Why can't I see anything... Is it that nitpicker again? Oh, I blocked him a long time ago, out of sight, out of mind]

[Block if you like. I dare say there must be many people in the group who are just like me and can’t stand a group of grown men using girls’ avatars and posting those cute pictures. Isn’t it disgusting?]

[There are many people like you. I have been in this group for a year and you are the only weirdo like me so far.]

[Stop arguing, Tuzi is very busy these days. She has to manage the booth at the comic convention and review manuscripts for authors and handle other matters. Can you please stop arguing in the group?]

"..."

Eh?

It seems... this morning, the author named "Uncle Bei San" had an argument with other authors in the group over the issue of "Should men use female avatars"?

And this topic seems to have started with me?

At that time, I was busy packing up and going out, so I didn't reply to the author. Other authors in the group saw it and came out to refute, and the two sides started arguing.

[I didn't argue, I just said it was inappropriate for them to use this avatar]

[What is your profile picture? Isn't it also a 2D picture? You make a handsome guy profile picture, oh, you think you are a handsome guy? You look exactly like the person in this picture? If you say so, everyone will use selfies.]

[What are you arguing about? I just said that men should not use cute girls as their profile pictures. Did I tell you to use a selfie? Did I say anything about Saiki Kusuo using a cat as his profile picture? ]

[Why is your face so big? You have to control what avatar others use. It's really weird]

[Haha, you guys are the weird ones, right? I won’t say any more. I’m going to go to the comic convention. Please use it if you want.]

"..."

It seems that no matter where you are, quarrels will always exist.

I thought of the gender war between men and women, the war between the sweet and salty tofu pudding parties, the war between southern cockroaches and northern cockroaches, and all kinds of regional slander.

I believe that I cannot change other people’s opinions and worldviews on the Internet, and even if I convince someone I won’t gain anything, so my attitude towards similar things has always been... let it be.

Finally, I took a quick look at the information in other QQ groups, read the comments and complaints about the new book, and after confirming that there was nothing particularly important to deal with, I opened the typing software on my phone.

——You guys take your time to quarrel. I will take advantage of the situation to secretly write and update, and crush you all.

No. 048 Magic, Healing, Little Devil

The layout of the convention and exhibition center is different from other places. It is a super large building on the street with water dispensers inside so tourists can drink water at any time.

People who work nearby often spend 10 yuan on a fast food meal after work in the evening. This was more than 20 years ago. Now each fast food meal costs 30 yuan. They sit at a table in the fast food restaurant, eat the hot food and rest. If they are willing to spend 5 yuan more, they can buy green bean soup, jelly, tofu pudding, and dessert.

But most of the office workers around are ordinary workers, and probably they are not so generous. Only when the small leaders come, they will walk into the big hotel next door, order two tables of good wine and food, and sit down and drink slowly.

"Terminal: Convention and Exhibition Center. We have arrived. Thank you for your support along the way. Welcome to take the bus company again..."

[Save successfully, you have entered a total of 1260 words this time, and it took 46 minutes! ]

After the car stopped and most of the passengers in front got off, I saved the manuscript I had written along the way, put away my cell phone, picked up my small backpack, jumped from the back seat of the car to the door, and got out.

The sky outside was a little gloomy, as if it would rain at any time, but no one knew when.

The most depressing thing is that the nearby area may have fewer greening measures than the central area, and the heat island effect is very serious, making people feel stuffy and hot, as if they were in a sauna.

Let me see, the entrance to the convention center...

Walking out of the bus terminal alone, I looked around at the surroundings and my eyes fell on a huge building not far ahead.

Or rather...a complex of buildings.

The main building of Kamihama City Convention Center looks like a large sailing ship. It is surrounded by squares, fountains, baths and small pavilions. The overall look is very magnificent. Once you have seen it, you will be able to recognize it at a glance when you come again.

A place like this is a real social phobia hell.

Because supermarkets and vegetable markets are full of people anyway, and everyone walks on their own. As long as you don't wear strange clothes, almost no one will notice you as an ordinary person. But it's different in the convention center. It's very spacious here, and the distance between people is very large. The human eye can only see a limited angle, so anyone looking over here can only see you. It's okay to have friends with you, but coming alone really tests your courage.

“This little fountain is so beautiful.”

"Honey, take a picture for me!"

"Look at that little girl over there, her skin is so white... Wow! She's so cute, look, look!"

"..."

Pulling the brim of my hat down and holding the straps of my Rabbit backpack with both hands, I walked silently towards the entrance of the main building of the convention and exhibition center.

"Little boy, are you here alone?"

Maybe there were fewer people in the morning, so only two gates were open. The security guard in charge of the gate was obviously professionally trained. When he saw me coming, he immediately and enthusiastically led me to the track for storing backpacks: "Put your bag here."

"Ok."

Putting down the bag behind me, I walked past the security guard and asked, "Do you want to register?"

"Huh? Aren't you going to the comic convention up there?"

The security guard was stunned at first, then waved his hand at me and said, "Little boy, you don't need to register, but you have to pay attention to safety. Don't follow strangers, and don't pick up things on the ground and eat them..."

Hello--?!

It's fine if you don't follow strangers, but why do you pick up things from the ground and eat them? That's something only children under five years old or cats and dogs would do, right?

After all, I am an old man who has lived for more than 20 years, almost 30 years. I still have the necessary vigilance. Even if I look like a little girl now, it is impossible for me to eat other people's food casually, right? Not to mention eating something on the ground...

Forget it, the security guard is just being kind. I won’t argue with you.

Depressedly, I took the rabbit backpack from the other end of the track, walked to the stairs on the side, and went straight up them.

"Building 2, booths 67 and 68..."

After taking a look at the information recorded on my phone, I climbed up to the second floor, touched the very high-end sensor door in front of me, and walked into this conference hall——

The open space is about the size of a football field, with stalls and billboards everywhere and a large stage in the middle.

It is said that for this exhibition, Kamihama City has invited several well-known dancers from "Tongmeng.com" to dance and organize activities. Several mobile phone manufacturers and game manufacturers have also come to promote and market, and give away mobile game beta codes, etc. I don't know what the specific program is today.

Anyway, I don’t have much interest in such activities - my luck has always been bad, and unless the winning rate is 100%, any activity is no different from usual to me.

Booth No. 67...where is it?

To be honest, this comic exhibition located on the second floor of the convention center gave me the feeling of a larger two-dimensional flea market. There were all kinds of things for sale nearby, including clothes, light novels, pillows, figures, game peripherals... I even saw food for sale, some instant noodles, drinks, spicy strips, etc. The outer packaging had a two-dimensional cute girl pattern printed on it and the price was doubled.

Ganyu coconut milk, Amiya vegetarian donkey meat, Darkin Sword Demon boneless chicken feet, Da Sima flying buns...what are these?

What bothered me the most was that the stalls here were not connected. Next to stall 1 was stall 23, and next to stall 23 was stall 9. In addition, many shops did not display their stall numbers. As a result, it took me a long time to find the "honeydew melon bun stall". I asked several stall owners and they all said they were temporary workers and did not know the situation here.

"Little sister, can I take a picture?"

Although there weren't many people at the comic exhibition at around 8 or 9 in the morning, it wasn't too deserted either, especially for a comic exhibition in a big city like Kamihama. Before I even took a turn, two boys came up to me with cameras in hand and asked, "What character are you cosplaying as?"

Do I look like I'm in Cosplay?!

"Ah... Sorry, I'm not Cocer."

Out of politeness, I smiled at the two boys and quickly changed the subject: "Excuse me, do you know where booths 67 and 68 are?"

"Number 68? I know number 69, it's over there."

The boy on the right pointed to a stall in the corner ahead that seemed to be selling pillows: "Go over there and see if there's any 68."

"Okay, thank you."

I bowed slightly to the two of them like the well-behaved girls in anime, and without waiting for them to respond, I quickly trotted in that direction.

Booth No. 69... Got it.

Sure enough, this is a store selling pillows, and what they sell is that... Succubus pillow.

Mao Yu milk... Lilim... something like that.

"Hello, may I ask..."

Mustering my courage, I walked towards the owner of the store and asked, "Where is stall 68?"

"Ah? Number 68?"

The owner of this shop is a young man wearing glasses and looking like a "nerd". He was stunned when he saw me, and then pointed to a stall in a corner not far away: "That one, the melon bun, sells books, right?"

"okay, thank you."

"You're welcome. Little sister, do you want to buy a pillow? We are having an event today. You can enter a lucky draw if you buy anything."

"No, no, this hurts my body..."

"..."

I walked along the messy aisle in the center of the store without any specifications and finally found the legendary "Melon Bag Comic Exhibition Booth". I looked inside the store and saw a girl with twin ponytails dozing off with her head down, hugging what seemed to be the "Lilim" pillow from the store just now. Her little head moved up and down like a chicken pecking at rice, and she looked like she was half asleep and half awake.

"Hello?"

I came to the stall and asked: "Is this the store of Miguabao Novel Network?"

In fact, I don’t need to ask to know that the various physical books of light novels and coupons displayed in the store and the melon bag lady above the store are enough to prove the "identity" of this store, but basic etiquette is still required.

"Ah... ah?"

After hearing my voice, the only girl in the store who was dozing with a pillow opened her eyes. She looked around confusedly, and then her eyes fell on me, who was only two heads taller than the counter. "Are you...are you going to buy a book? The owner is not here. I'm just...ah...just watching the store."

After saying that, she yawned loudly: "Why don't you sit down and read a book first..."

"No, I'm here to sign a contract. The editor said that when I get here I can just go find the person who's in charge of the store. She left the contract here."

With the idea of ​​"signing and leaving", I took out my phone and clicked on my QQ avatar: "My author ID is Uncle Loves Lolita."

"Ah? You are Uncle Loves Loli?"

The girl, who was originally dozing off, suddenly woke up. She took my phone and looked at the QQ number on it with some disbelief.

"I...I'm your former editor."

After reading it, the girl returned the phone to me and said softly:

"Yaedou's editor... Elodie."

No. 049 I am here, I am here!

Yaedo's queenly and sarcastic editor, Elodie.

It is said that before I came to Yaedo, Elodie was already a legend of that website.

She was one of the earliest editors of Yaedo. Her corporate QQ profile picture was a mature lady with a sickly smile similar to Tokisaki Kurumi's. In the eyes of the authors, she has always been the majestic and final boss of the editorial department.