"Why does she call me 'wife'? I'm not even married yet."

After taking two steps, Liang Zhirou turned back and asked.

"Don't talk, don't talk."

Lin Miaomiao was speechless. How could this person be so dense? "It's the same as those who call you 'big brother'. You don't draw boys, so you don't have many female fans, which is why not many people called you that before."

Once inside the venue, which was even more spacious than I had imagined, all that remained was registering the promotional images. The organizers would then help create posters or post them online.

Guests don't come for nothing; the publicity is mutual.

This can help these artists make money by selling their products, and it can also indirectly promote their work.

When it came time to choose promotional images, Liang Zhirou mostly selected fan illustrations of Chen Lu's game "Tower of Slaughter," since these were the works she had truly poured the most effort into.

The staff member raised an eyebrow when they saw it, but didn't say anything more.

While waiting for their stalls to be assigned, Lin Miaomiao took Liang Zhirou for a stroll around.

The venue was now quite crowded, making Liang Zhirou feel a little breathless.

Lin Miaomiao, on the other hand, was relaxed. After making a living by painting, she looked back at these people and inexplicably felt that they were not on the same wavelength.

Her and Liang Zhirou have very different motivations. Liang Zhirou is only focused on making money, so she doesn't intend to miss any opportunity to build up her popularity.

But having been pampered since childhood and never lacking money, she has always treated drawing as a hobby, purely for her own enjoyment. So naturally, she had no intention of developing an account or making money through illustration.

As for why he was willing to shine in Chen Lu's company...

Firstly, as a friend, I was willing to help Chen Lu.

Secondly, when Chen Lu and Jiang Chao are not in the company, she acts like a local tyrant, relying on her status as the boss's best friend. Is there a more comfortable working environment than that?!

There isn't one at all.

“These past few years, anime conventions… have lost their original meaning. Just treat this as a fun trip and experience it casually. There’s no need to attend these unless you’re invited.” Lin Miaomiao suddenly said in a deep voice as she saw the costumes worn by several cosplayers in the distance. “Anyway, Chen Lu just wanted you to come and broaden your horizons.”

If you took a picture of those people's clothes and posted it on the platform, it probably wouldn't pass the review.

Although this only applies to a few individuals, it is a fact that the overall environment has changed.

Things are not what they used to be.

Capital and outsiders following trends can corrupt too many things, just like the so-called Zibo barbecue.

"good."

Liang Zhirou answered directly, without even asking why, since Chen Lu and Lin Miaomiao would definitely not harm her.

She's just so easily persuaded.

Lin Miaomiao still remembered what Chen Lu had told her, so she didn't sit idle and earnestly explained the functions of many booths and stalls to Liang Zhirou.

"Actually, many cosplayers are just here for fun. They wear cosplay outfits purely to satisfy themselves, just like me."

After saying that, she pointed to some more conspicuous stalls in the distance, "This area is in a good location. As a guest, you should be assigned here later."

"Wouldn't that mean a lot of people..." Liang Zhirou muttered under her breath. Making her stand in a place like this for a whole day would be like torture.

Thinking of this, she suddenly remembered the face mask in her bag, and quickly opened it and put one on.

Then, under Lin Miaomiao's astonished gaze, she took out a baseball cap, put it on her head, and gently patted it.

Anyone who didn't know better would think they were preparing to commit a crime.

"Zhirou, your outfit... up close, people will think you're some kind of female celebrity," Lin Miaomiao said, somewhat speechless. "From a distance... you look like a thief."

Although this still can't hide her simple and gentle temperament, anyone who sees her at first glance would think she's some kind of dangerous person!

Liang Zhirou took out her phone and looked at herself, her eyes blinking blankly, looking somewhat like a thief.

But it's okay, she feels much more at ease now.

After a while, the two were led by staff to the stall assigned to them.

It can't be said that it was exactly the same as Lin Miaomiao had expected; it could also be said that it was completely unrelated.

Everyone else's stalls were all connected together, but they were assigned to the furthest corner by the wall.

This is the only house next to this wall.

What's even worse is that there's an emergency exit right next to it, and the toilet is at the farthest point on the right.

Just as the two were somewhat taken aback, Lin Miaomiao suddenly noticed a large booth in the distance where they were giving away demos of the competitor's game that they had been wary of recently.

An unrealistic thought popped into her head: even if they've been arguing fiercely lately, is it really necessary to be so petty?

Lin Miaomiao frowned, then reached out and grabbed Liang Zhirou's arm. "Zhirou, let's go."

Liang Zhirou was unaware of all this. She whispered, "But someone wanted to get a signed drawing from me, and I promised them..."

"Nobody ever comes to this place! They're forcing us to leave!"

Lin Miaomiao became increasingly angry as she spoke.

To describe this behavior as childish would be an understatement.

"Why are they forcing us to leave? We didn't do anything..." Liang Zhirou asked blankly.

This question caught Lin Miaomiao off guard, and she really didn't know what to say for a moment.

After all, these were all just her guesses.

Seeing that Lin Miaomiao was silent and didn't say anything, Liang Zhirou had no choice but to quietly pack up her stall by herself.

The convention organizers provided a metal table that was just long enough for an adult to lie down on. Liang Zhirou laid the tablecloth she had bought in advance on it and quietly began to pack her things.

This chapter is not finished, please click the next page to continue reading!