I will never give in to Miss Death

Boom boom boom, one, two, one, two.

Such a stable shoe, this is definitely magic added!

The completely different feeling of feet and gravity in the shoes made me a little excited.

The clothes I wear have a certain "natural feel" and the materials have been modified to be particularly comfortable. Wearing them feels like lying on a soft quilt when I sleep, and I have a sense of security as if I am in my mother's arms.

The shoes on my feet perfectly match my current exercise intensity and center of gravity curvature. Even when I jump around like this, I don't feel any fatigue or pain on my feet.

"This Nashida is so cute..."

"She's doing hopscotch, isn't she?"

"Hi, Nashida, the little grass god! Can I take a picture?"

I was still trying to imagine how impressive the "shoes customized for you by the Centaurs" that Xiaomo mentioned were when I heard the voices of two young ladies not far away.

Out of politeness, I turned around and tilted my head subconsciously: "Huh?"

The girl on the left covered her mouth and said, "Still tilting your head, ah, I can't stand it anymore..."

It's broken, subconsciously...

I quickly stood up and returned to Xiaomo embarrassedly.

Why did a macho uncle like me react so naturally like a little girl just now? Is this also the magic brought by the clothes?

"She is so cute... How can there be such a cute child..."

"That Ying is pretty good too, are they friends?"

"But he seems a little shy? I really regret not recording the kid jumping around just now."

Ah... this... please forget what I just did, I was just trying on shoes.

I gave the two of them an apologetic look.

Xiaomo said that the pair of small shoes on my feet have the "running-up" and "speed-up" effects similar to sports shoes.

Not only does it wrap the wearer's feet securely, without any discomfort even during strenuous exercise, it also provides an exceptionally strong grip, combined with a small amount of wind elemental force. Even someone like me who knows nothing about magic will not feel too tired when running for a few kilometers while wearing it.

Also, I don’t know if it’s as Xiaomo suggested before, but after entering the elf form, my weight has decreased and my body has become lighter. Now I really feel that the whole world, including my own body, is different.

It was like… I was free from the shackles of the world and like a bird that had let go of the wood on its feet. The completely different joy from before made me want to run or act coquettishly to my heart’s content and show my cuteness to the whole world…

Well, the reason I decided to bring Xiaomo here to play was because I wanted to have a "date" with this guy.

Actually, it can’t be called a date. I just wanted to do something with her that we wouldn’t normally do.

If it were in the past, I would never come to places like comic conventions. I am an ordinary person with no money and no friends. It would be better for me to sleep a little longer at home, play games, or watch a movie than to come to a comic convention.

But now, I really want to be with Xiaomo... and do anything together.

"Hello."

Seeing me running behind Xiaomo, the two girls came over and gestured with their phones: "Can we take a photo?"

"sure!"

Before I could say anything, Xiaomo had already picked me up and said, "She is my wife."

"Lily, that's great!"

One of the young ladies has already raised her phone to us: "Come on, little grass god, smile."

"Eh?"

I subconsciously gave a maid-like smile: "Is that so?"

"So cute, pose again?"

Another young lady also took out her camera: "How does Grass God hold down E?"

I stretched out my two hands and made the shape of "7", then crossed them in mid-air, opened one eye and closed the other, and made a "take a photo" gesture to the two of them.

"Kakakaka..."

"Click, click, click!"

"Can I take a picture too?"

I was holding Xiaomo in the same position, and a few boys with cameras came over from nowhere: "Grass God and Traveler, so beautiful... Are you professional Cosplayers?"

"No."

Yin Xiamo looked proud: "She is my wife."

"Ah? I thought you two were older sisters..."

"Not."

Yin Xiamo put me on the ground and scratched my chin with both hands like a kitten: "Lovers, couple, of course, I'm on top."

I subconsciously bit the guy's hand.

Of course, it was dodged.

“They are actually a couple!”

The boy who was speaking was surprised: "Happily ever after!"

"Thank you."

"She's so cute, and you're so beautiful!"

Another boy put the tripod directly on the ground and said to me: "Can I take a picture?"

One dollar per shot!

——I almost said this, and when I realized this was a comic convention, I nodded awkwardly, then glanced at someone behind me. Just as I was about to find a pose, Yin Xiamo picked me up again and put me directly on her shoulders.

"Alas--"

I almost lost my balance and subconsciously grabbed Xiaomo's neck.

Fortunately, I have been flying in the sky with Philo these days, so my sense of balance has been well developed. Otherwise, if you were like this... I would have actually fallen down just now.

What's the point of letting someone sit on your shoulders? Don't you feel heavy?

Although I'm very light now, you're a clone. Isn't it said that clones don't inherit most of the original body's power? What's the meaning of your method of grabbing a kitten?

"Well, like this."

After I sat firmly on her shoulders, Yin Xiamo put her hands on her hips and made a very "contemptuous" gesture: "You can take the photo now."

"Click, click, click, click..."

"Wow! It's the little grass god!"

"And there's a Ying! These are the most amazing cosplays I've seen today, both of them!"

"We have the material. We have the material. These two people are so beautiful."

I don’t know if it was because the young lady and the young man were making too much noise, or because the green Cosplay costume I was wearing was more conspicuous in the crowd, but when we were taking pictures, more and more people gathered around us, and soon they surrounded us in three layers.

"It's really a perfect reproduction. Her height is... amazing."

"Why do I feel like these two people look familiar? Have you seen them on TV?"

"Is it mother and daughter? Or sister and younger sister?"

"..."

As a former uncle and a maid who worked in a coffee shop for almost two months, I have a lot of work experience, but none of the experience of "standing as a model" like this.

Taking photos in the coffee shop costs one dollar, but in 99% of the cases I just make a scissors hand gesture and that's it. The remaining 1% of customers will directly tell me what they want me to do, such as holding a kitten, or putting an angora rabbit doll on their head to look cute.

So... it was the first time I was surrounded by so many people. I seemed a little silly. I could only sit on Xiaomo’s shoulders the whole time, and then face the "clicking" flash lights all around.

Generally speaking, there are professional and amateur Cosers at comic conventions. There is also a distinction between professional Cosers and non-professional Cosers. Professional Cosers are specially invited by merchants at comic conventions to attract attention and solicit business. They are usually limited to activities near the corresponding stores, and basically cannot rest all day. The main purpose of non-professional professional Cosers coming to comic conventions is to increase their popularity.

Usually, take some Coser photos on places like Weibo and let everyone share them with each other. Then, come to comic conventions in person, pose and let photographers take pictures, let tourists who come to visit take pictures, let reporters and UP hosts who are doing programs take pictures...this essentially increases your fame.

With fame, there will naturally be traffic, and with traffic, you can naturally monetize it.

Anyway, just let everyone know you, so that you will be popular when you live broadcast in the future, and some people will pay for a "chance to appear", or help the business to advertise, do live broadcast and sell goods, etc.

In addition to these Cosplayers, the largest number of people at comic conventions are amateur Cosplayers, like me.

People don't come here for fame, but of course it would be great if more people could get to know you. You can cosplay your favorite characters, hang out at the convention, make friends, and enjoy this wonderful day.

And "Coser needs to cooperate if someone asks to take a photo" is also an unwritten rule here. After all, you create this character out of love. Others want to take photos because they like you and the character, so everyone can be more harmonious.

After all, it’s all because of… love.

But I do have a little selfish motive in it.

Amidst all the flashing lights, I glanced at Yin Xiamo beside me calmly.

The reason I brought Xiaomo here to play, besides wanting to relax together on the day off and have a big "date", I also had an idea similar to "wanting to tell the world that Xiaomo is my wife".

As the coffee shop became famous, it was impossible for Xiaomo and I, as the number one maids there, not to be harassed.

My QQ and WeChat accounts with Xiaomo were leaked a long time ago. Even now I can still receive some strange text messages from time to time, such as "Beauty, do you have a husband?", "I'm also in Shenbin City, want to date?", "How much per night?" or "I have three apartments in Rongyao District, Shenbin City, and I like you now. Tell me the amount. How much do you want to marry you?" and other magical messages.

My mobile phone number is new and almost no one knows it, so it is relatively safe. However, QQ has become a "disaster area". Almost every day when I go online, I receive dozens of friend requests, and they are accompanied by some very strange verification messages.

Comic conventions are different from coffee shops. Coffee shops are catering businesses, and the diners are basically locals or people who live nearby, whereas comic conventions are announced in advance, and everyone has ample time to prepare, so people from all over the world gather here. When the time comes, these people will take photos or videos here and post them online, and the readers and audiences they face will also be from all over the world.

So I thought of using this comic convention to let everyone know that Xiaomo and I are a couple, and you should stop thinking about messy things.

Doing this is a bit like... well, pushing Xiaomo out to help.

[Let me introduce you, this is my wife, she is a death god, she is super strong]

Anyway, this is what Xiaomo and I have been doing during this period. Whenever anything happens, I just have to cook a meal, warm the bed, and wait for Xiaomo to go out and solve the problem.

"Noer, you are here!"

Amid the sound of people taking photos, I saw a bear in a black bear suit squeeze through the crowd and run in: "Are you free? I want to ask you for a favor."

"Ok?"

I turned my head from Xiaomo's shoulder and asked, "What's wrong?"

Actually, I don’t have a clear purpose for coming to the comic convention today.

In my eyes, comic conventions are actually a place for various businesses to promote themselves in real life, and a place for niche cultural circles to communicate with each other.

The organizers hold comic conventions to attract people who love two-dimensional culture, invite various businesses to move in, stimulate consumption, and then get commissions and venue fees.

It was like that at the previous Miguabao Comic Convention. Some people simply liked the atmosphere of the convention, while some people came because of their favorite games, singers, or authors, and just wanted to come and support them.

But Xiong Xiong is different from us. Although Xiong Xiong claims that she is also here to play at the comic convention, her family's company... that is, the company called "Jialan" has an exhibition hall in this comic convention. This can be seen from the advertisements for "Apocalypse Graphics Cards" everywhere when we entered the door just now.

"Sorry, sorry, I need to borrow your little grass god for a moment."

Coming to my side, Xiongxiong took out a grass-green lollipop from his pocket and handed it to me: "Here."

"What's the matter with this trick you play on children?"

I felt as if a “well” appeared in my head: “If you have anything to say, just say it directly. I…I don’t like this.”

"really?"

Xiong Xiong doubtfully said, "This is vanilla flavored, made with all-natural plants. It's very famous over there. I'm sure you'll like it."

"what……"

I hesitated for a moment, then took the oblong blue and white wreath lollipop: "So what's going on?"

"That's the showroom of Jialan Company. I just ran over to take a look. My dad was there too. He was busy with computer accessories."

Xiong Xiong acted as if he was troubled. "But my dad forgot a bunch of computer parts that he was going to display today. He just remembered and is moving them back to the warehouse. Now is the busiest time. Tongmeng.com had originally arranged for us to display the products at this time, but because the exhibits haven't arrived yet, they don't know what to do all of a sudden."

“Not even a single display machine?”

"No, my uncle is also an idiot. He only brought the computer case over. There is nothing inside. He can't turn it on at all."

Xiong Xiong was a little embarrassed: "I don't have many friends here, and there's no one at the booth now, so I was thinking... Nuo'er, Xia Mo, can you guys go up and perform a show?"

"what?"

I had never expected Xiongxiong to say this: "We...are going to perform a show? Are you serious?"

"seriously."

Xiong Xiong nodded: "The appearance fee is sufficient, just go up and act cute, my dad and the others will be back in twenty minutes at most, you should try to attract the audience during this time."