Didn’t you say you were just using me as a substitute?

Not wanting to squeeze into the train, Kitahara Takashi simply jumped on his motorcycle and rode all the way to Ikebukuro Station, where the comic exhibition was held.

Kitahara Takashi parked the car, put on a baseball cap, walked to the gate of the east hall and found that there was a huge queue there.

Perhaps only comic conventions can get these otakus out of their homes.

Kitahara Takashi was about to call Kitagawa Umi when he suddenly heard her voice.

"Zun, here, here."

Kitahara Takashi looked up at the sound and saw Kitagawa Umi jumping around at the front of the team and waving her arms at him.

"Borrowed it, borrowed it."

Kitahara Tsutomu said this as he squeezed in.

The weather was already hot, and there were so many people standing at the door. Squeezed in the crowd, the air seemed to be filled with the smell of sweat and body odor.

Kitahara Takashi felt like the bath was a waste.

As they were squeezed together, Kitahara Tsutomu suddenly felt someone touching his butt.

'Fuck! Man, I'm a man! Am I that horny?'

Beiyuan Zun could only curse in his heart, but because there were too many people, he couldn't find who touched him, so he could only push forward like a wild boar.

"Next time, I won't take this job no matter how much money you offer me."

When Kitahara Takashi squeezed to Kitagawa Umi, he said unhappily.

As he squeezed in, he was touched all over his body by both men and women.

Even a fat man with a beard came close to him and said, "Brother, you (╯▽╰) smell so good~".

He was so scared that he covered his butt.

The last time he was so scared was when he went to Chengdu.

I advise those brothers who want to come to Chengdu to pick up girls not to come, because if you come here, you will become a girl.

"What's wrong, Kitahara-kun?"

Kitagawa Umi tilted her head and looked at him in confusion.

I don't understand why he's angry, and why are you covering your butt?

"Just now I..."

Kitahara Takashi told Kitagawa Umi about the time he was molested.

"goose……"

After hearing this, Kitagawa Umi laughed very loudly and made a goose-like sound.

"Zun, you (╯▽╰) smell so good~"

After laughing, Kitagawa Umi deliberately got close to Kitahara Tsuyoshi, her nose moving constantly.

Just sniffing and sniffing, she suddenly really smelled a fragrance from Kitahara Zun.

117

Chapter 117 Who are you?

After smelling the fragrance on Kitahara Tsuyoshi's body that seemed to really fascinate her, Kitagawa Umi couldn't help but move her face closer to him.

The closer she got to Kitahara Takashi, the more fragrant he became. Kitagawa Umimu sniffed the increasingly strong aroma and couldn't help but want to get closer to him.

"Hey, what are you doing!"

Kitahara Takashi looked at Kitagawa Umi who was standing in front of him, standing on tiptoe, as if she wanted to kiss him. Although he knew that even if she jumped up, she might not be able to kiss his lips, he still leaned back tactically to increase the distance between them.

"Go mee, go mee!"

It was not until Kitahara Takashi spoke that Kitagawa Kaimu came to his senses and bowed deeply to apologize.

Boom!

The two were so close that she bowed forward and her head hit Kitahara Tsutomu's chest hard.

It's not that Kitahara Takashi didn't dodge, nor was he careless. He just stayed in the crowded queue, with both sides close to each other, and he really had nowhere to hide.

Kitagawa Haimeng covered his forehead and said, "Zun, are you okay?"

"Are you taking revenge on me for charging you for taking your picture?"

"No, by the way, I really smelled a very pleasant fragrance on you just now."

"What nonsense am I talking about? I'm not wearing any perfume today."

"It's not the smell of perfume, it's like your body odor!"

"Men have body odor? Have you read too many novels?"

Gojo Arata looked at the two people laughing and playing in front of him. Kitahara Tsutomu was tall, handsome and had a straight body.

The combination of an American retro patchwork POLO shirt with colorful butterfly patterns and off-white casual pants makes even Gojo Shincai, who doesn't understand fashion, look fashionable.

Kitagawa Umi has fair skin, beautiful looks and a tall figure. The two of them look very well matched just by standing together.

Not only did he think so, but people around him also thought so.

"He's so handsome. I wonder if he has a girlfriend."

"Don't even think about it. Good men won't flow into the market."

"You said you would take a photo with him later, would he agree?"

Several girls in coser costumes leaned their heads against each other and talked in low voices.

"Strange, I wore this outfit last year and it was really ugly, why does it look so good on him?"

Some boys don’t understand why he doesn’t look as handsome when he wears the same clothes?

"Is there a possibility that the problem lies with your face?"

"Believe me, with his face and figure, even if you were wrapped in rags, girls would still praise you for being good-looking, believe it or not?"

Come with him and your companion will give the answer directly.

"If I were to look like him, I would just walk naked on the street without any clothes on."

"Do you want to be arrested by the police?"

"No, this is a comic convention, right? What's a casual guy like him doing here? Can casual guys please stop desecrating the holy land of the anime world?"

"Is there even a question? He's definitely here to collect stamps. Once he picks a target, he'll strike up a conversation and then drag them to the hotel to have sex."

"Aren't those Tokyo handsome guys just like that? They rely on their handsomeness, make a few jokes, and then put their hands under girls' skirts. The key is that when he wants, those girls actually give it to him."

Of course, not everyone likes Kitahara Tsutomu so much.

At least many otakus at the scene hated Kitahara more the more they looked at him.

Today's two-dimensional circle is no longer what it was a few years ago.

In the past, when people said you were a 2D person, you would deny it three times in a row, and would never admit that you were a 2D person. At most, you would only admit that you were a Japanese anime fan.

Now I wish I could put a label on my forehead saying I’m a 2D person.

Not only does he dare to admit that he is a two-dimensional monkey, but now the two-dimensional world also has its own Brahmin.

If you don’t buy millet, don’t do cosplay, and don’t spend money on your favorite anime, how can you be considered a 2D fan?

Of course, don’t think that you can become a second-dimensional person just by spending money.

If the character you want to cosplay is not realistic enough and you cannot answer their questions, they will still unilaterally expel you from the group.

If you are a newbie and you accidentally mention Attack on Titan or Chainsaw Man when you join the anime, will they mock you for being a fake and trying to join in the anime craze?

However, there are indeed some people who sleep with girls under the pretext of liking the two-dimensional world.

In the eyes of these boys, Kitahara Takashi is the kind of person who claims to like the two-dimensional world and drags coser girls to check into a hotel.

"Isn't there already someone next to him? He's probably here with his girlfriend."

"Didn't that girl come with the boy next to her?"

"Well, although that guy is not bad looking, it depends on who he is compared with."

"You guys shouldn't judge people by their appearance."

"Then let me ask you, which one do you choose, the guy in the baseball cap or the guy in the purple kimono?"

"Of course it's the guy in the baseball cap! Don't get me wrong, I just love baseball."

"You're bullshitting! You don't even understand the rules of baseball, and you like baseball?"

Listening to the people around them discussing the three of them, Wu Tiao Xincai felt more and more uncomfortable, and only he knew the bitterness in his heart.

What made him feel most humiliated was not that he had no way to refute it, but that he himself thought that Kitahara Takashi and Kitagawa Umi looked more like a couple when standing together.

This is equivalent to the wife pairing up with someone else and the husband also supports her.

Gojo Arata didn't want to be so pessimistic, but facing Kitahara Takashi, who even he, a man, thought was handsome, it was really hard for him to feel competitive.

In fact, it's not just him. Most boys of Gojo Arata's age are sensitive and have low self-esteem.

"Kitagawa-san, won't you introduce yourself to me?"

Kitahara Takashi noticed that Gojo Arata frequently looked at him, and he smiled at him friendly.

Gojo Arata reflexively returned the smile.

"By the way, Zun, let me introduce him to you. He's Gojo Arata, a very good fashion designer. He designed this outfit of mine. What do you think?"

Kitagawa Umi said this, lifting the hem of her skirt and turning around.

Kitahara Takashi looked at it for a while and praised: "It's a very good design. Your craftsmanship is really amazing."

He also took home economics classes, but could only barely pass them.

"Thank you, thank you."

"Gojo-kun, this is Kitahara Takashi. You should have heard his version of 'Lemon'. It was super popular a while ago. Even the song's author, Mr. Baye, liked the video."

"I spent a month's pocket money to invite him."

"The door is open."

After introducing each other, before Kitahara Takashi and Gojo Arata could even say hello, the venue opened.

The moment the door opened, the people at the back were fine, but the people in the front rushed forward like mad, like zombies smelling flesh and blood.

Kitahara Takashi and the other two were in the front and were also pushed forward by the people behind them.

"Respect!"

Kitagawa Umi's shoes were those thick high heels, which made it difficult for her to walk. She was bumped by someone from behind and almost fell, so she subconsciously reached out to Kitahara Takashi.

Kitahara Tsutomu was already being pushed forward at this point, but he still reached out his hand behind him.

When his palm touched a soft little hand, Kitahara Tsutomu held it tightly.

After the crowd that had rushed into the venue dispersed, Kitahara Takashi turned around, panting heavily, and said, "Kitagawa-san, who... who are you?"

Kitahara Takashi looked at the girl in front of him in confusion. She was wearing scarlet casual clothes, a hat with a badge on it, and a mask on her face.

Doma Mai was depressed: "I should be the one asking you this."

Family members, who understands? I came to the comic convention and was inexplicably dragged here.

She didn't know where this guy got his strength from, but he was incredibly powerful. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break free.

118

Chapter 118 Lifelong Enemy

Kitahara Takashi loosened his grip on Doma's hand and explained, "I thought you were my friend."

Doma Mei glanced at Kitahara Tsutomu's bony fingers and said nothing more.

Bad guys don't write "I'm a bad guy" on their faces, but people like Kitahara Takashi are obviously not bad guys at first glance.

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