Lin Miaomiao arrived dressed in a cosplay outfit.

This is one of the reasons why Chen Lu didn't care that she acted like a local tyrant in the company.

Just based on how good Lin Miaomiao is to Liang Zhirou, he deserves to keep her as a long-term meal ticket at the company.

Her clothes weren't revealing at all, but with her good figure and professionalism, she was actually much more eye-catching than those who dressed provocatively.

That's good now.

The banner was already so big it was eye-catching enough, but people in the distance could vaguely see a beautiful girl standing there, and couldn't help but want to come and take a look.

Humans are creatures with a strong herd mentality; the so-called herd effect is manifested in humans far more often than in sheep.

The word spread like wildfire, and in less than an hour, this place had become a popular spot for taking photos at the anime convention.

Some people came to get limited edition autographed illustrations.

Some people also came to take photos with the cosplay goddess.

The reasons for coming to see it are varied and numerous.

Among them were indeed "ten-year veteran fans" of the account "Mu Zhimu".

Chinese people have a special pursuit of limited-edition items; otherwise, unscrupulous manufacturers wouldn't release so many limited-edition characters or skins.

And then there are those things labeled "while supplies last," yet they never seem to sell out.

Those who haven't been introduced to Liang Zhirou's account might be confused when they hear that Mu Zhimu's autograph session is a one-time event.

You might be wondering, "Who is Mu Zhimu?"

However, while many people were puzzled, they also came to join in the fun, thinking that such a big fuss must be from a very famous artist.

Or maybe it's the last autograph session. Who cares if I recognize them or not? What if I get a rare, out-of-print copy? That would be a huge profit!

As they thought, "Why not take advantage of this opportunity?" and lined up, they added more credibility to the idea that "Mu Zhimu is a very famous artist" in the eyes of others.

Through repeated attempts and accumulation, Chen Lu achieved his initial goal.

Originally, only people looking for the toilet would come here, but now those who want to use the toilet can't squeeze in anymore.

Opportunities are often reserved for those who are prepared.

Liang Zhirou happens to be the kind of person who is always working hard and can seize opportunities.

Most people initially came to watch the spectacle out of curiosity, but in the end, their attention was completely drawn to Liang Zhirou's paintings.

Liang Zhirou hadn't even given out a single autographed drawing in the morning, but by the afternoon she was signing autographs until her hand was practically broken.

Chen Lu became her personal secretary, answering all her questions on her behalf.

Only when there are fewer people can they take a break.

"Isn't this going a bit too far?" Liang Zhirou whispered in Chen Lu's ear, wiping his sweat as she spoke.

She's now the most famous person at this comic convention.

As for how many fans she actually has, it seems no one cares, and no one bothers to verify it.

"Isn't it great?" Chen Lu said dismissively. "When we're older, we can sit down together and talk about this, and we'll remember that we were young."

Nothing moves a girl more than fantasizing about the future. Liang Zhirou was lost in thought for a moment, then softly hummed in agreement.

Before 2 p.m., Liang Zhirou had already given away all the gifts she made herself.

"I'm lucky, I just managed to get the last one," a boy said with a light laugh, holding the gift box in his hand.

“That’s mine,” Chen Lu said.

"First come, first served, bro."

"It's obvious I got here first," Chen Lu threatened coldly, getting carried away and forgetting he still needed the item. "I've been here for several hours longer than you."

At this moment, Liang Zhirou leaned close to Chen Lu, stood on tiptoe, and whispered, "It's okay, I saved the most special one for you."

The words, warm and gentle, brushed into his ears, as if blowing into his heart, making his heart tremble.

"Oh, I'm so sorry for being so forward."

Chen Lu chuckled and picked up the last gift, handing it to the boy and saying generously, "We're brothers, so I'll give this to you."

The boy looked down at the souvenir he had been longing to snatch from Chen Lu.

Suddenly I felt like I'd lost all my money.