She didn't say anything from beginning to end, or rather, she had become accustomed to this unfair treatment.

After all, only children who cry and make a fuss get candy, and she was usually the one who didn't cry.

Just as Lin Miaomiao had predicted, this place was rarely visited most of the time.

It's the National Convention and Exhibition Center, after all; it's just too big.

The two of them sat there quietly, watching the bustling crowd in the distance.

It seemed that the lively atmosphere over there had nothing to do with this side, and no one would even glance at this side.

This was a more comfortable environment for Liang Zhirou, but she couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

She's been practicing late into the night these past few days to make her autographed drawings look better, but she hasn't given away a single one of the free merchandise she prepared yet.

The girl felt a lump in her throat and was about to sigh when her phone vibrated in her pocket.

The message was sent by Chen Lu.

Chen Lu: How's it going? A lot of people are asking you for autographs?

Liang Zhirou: Nobody's here...

Chen Lu: You wait, my number one fan is coming right away.

Wow, I never imagined I'd be the first person to receive a signed illustration from Mu Zhimu, a future top-tier illustrator in China. I'll be happy all day.

Liang Zhirou curled the corners of her lips, and the tears that were about to well up in her eyes were immediately held back. She was someone who was easy to coax.

Liang Zhirou: But it's a lot of fun here, you go about your business.

Putting down her phone, she glanced at Lin Miaomiao, who was yawning beside her, and then turned her gaze back to the stalls in the distance, and the artists whose fans were lining up to sign autographs.

His eyes were full of curiosity.

It looks like it would be really fun.

After some time, a boy carrying a hiking backpack and wearing square-framed glasses ran over.

The two of them were quite excited, after all, they had been here for most of the day and this was the first place they had visited.

To their surprise, the boy asked, "Are you a staff member?"

Liang Zhirou was stunned for a moment, "I'm not... I'm an artist."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I saw you standing in the emergency exit and I thought you were a staff member of the comic convention."

"It doesn't matter"

Liang Zhirou slowly shook her head and pointed into the distance, "If you're looking for a restroom, it's over there..."

"Thank you, thank you."

The boy then hurriedly ran off on his own, seemingly genuinely looking for the restroom.

Lin Miaomiao suddenly had an urge to slam the table, but when she saw Liang Zhirou frozen there like a statue, looking lost, she froze.

This silly guy must have prepared for a long time...

Given her personality, she would definitely prepare in advance time and time again, and might even rehearse what she was going to say beforehand.

"Zhirou, sit down and wait patiently." Lin Miaomiao softened, her tone becoming much gentler. "What if some fans keep looking for us?"

Since I have nothing to do anyway, what difference does it make where I slack off?

"Um."

It wasn't until after 11 a.m. that they received their second customer.

While Liang Zhirou was still in a daze, a long-haired girl in a sailor uniform suddenly patted her shoulder.

The girl glanced at the paintings hanging on her stall and quickly asked, "You're Mu Zhimu, right?"

"I am......"

"I'm Origami Tobiichi! The one with 600,000 followers on Bilibili." The girl really wanted to come up and post, but she held back when she saw Liang Zhirou's timid look. "I've reposted your drawings!"

She thought about it and decided not to say that she had been looking for Liang Zhirou for a long time without success, and that she had only seen this incident when she went to the toilet.

Liang Zhirou vaguely remembered this person and said softly, "Thank you."

The girl in the sailor uniform looked at Liang Zhirou's painting on the booth again. "Don't you know? The company sponsoring this comic convention and Polaris are mortal enemies. Many of the invited big shots brought fan art of their new games. The painting you hung up... I suspect they're deliberately making things difficult for you. The person in charge of this project is pretty outrageous."

Liang Zhirou was somewhat surprised and it took her a while to figure out the cause and effect. She then realized why she had been assigned here inexplicably and quickly said, "Thank you."

"Don't just thank me! Why aren't you worried at all?" The girl was getting anxious. "I also love playing Kill Tower, but why should I turn down money? If we don't make money, what we draw will be worthless."

Although I don't have any connections with the organizers of the Lin Group, I am quite familiar with the organizers of this comic convention.

"Okay, you take the paintings down, and then I'll take you to talk to the person in charge. We'll say you accidentally uploaded a few bad ones and need to re-upload them."

Liang Zhirou blinked blankly, then said softly, "Thank you..."

"But it's not necessary."

"You need to know that you haven't marketed on any other platforms, and you haven't participated in any events before. These 30,000 followers were all accumulated by you quietly posting pictures without saying a word. There's no exaggeration at all!"

The girl became increasingly agitated as she spoke, as if it were happening to her own person. "You're riding high right now, take this opportunity to market yourself properly and you'll definitely become a huge star!"

Liang Zhirou looked down at the paintings she had chosen, gently stroking them with her fingers, and said softly but firmly, "These are more important to me than anything else."

"I don't want to remove them."

This was designed by Chen Lu himself, and it's also his favorite character.

That's also her favorite.

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