Sure enough, at the comic exhibition, there were a little more people of unknown gender. For example, in the bathroom - Futaba Makoto looked at the beautiful girls beside him who were drawing guns at the speed of light. His heart was a little ups and downs, as if his heart had entered the toilet.

It's flushing, ups and downs.

It's better to go out early.

After Futaba Cheng fastened his belt, he quickly left the bathroom.

There were so many people on the first day of the CM Comic Exhibition that it could even be described as a sea of ​​​​people. The various tourists crowding in front of the booth made it impossible for Futaba Makoto to see clearly what the booth was selling.

"It's really scary." Futaba Cheng shook his head,

There were many cosplayers taking pictures, but Futaba Cheng lost interest after taking a quick glance at them.

After all, they are all cosplays of popular characters, and I wonder if there are any such as Yuki-onna or Succubus.

But even in such a place, there are still no customers in front of some stalls. Most of them are relatively unpopular and unpopular stalls or newcomers.

Without publicity, no one is aware of it, and seeing no one queuing up, it will easily lead to no one being willing to try it.

Herd mentality exists everywhere.

But Futaba Makoto is quite interested in this kind of stall.

Ask why.

"That's how Hazuki-sensei came here, that guy." Futaba Cheng recalled with some emotion what Yuyou was like when he first debuted.

There are also no guests, and they are also staying silently in the corner.

"Let's go and have a look." Futaba Cheng stepped forward and walked to a stall. The stall owner was a girl who looked a little nervous.

He looks young, a bit like a junior high school student.

Because the books were all for trial reading, Futaba Cheng looked at the neatly arranged picture books on the table and picked them up——

"Um……"

Futaba Makoto flipped page after page, with his serious expression and focused dark eyes. If someone didn't know better, they would think Futaba Makoto was a scholar who consulted literature.

But this is just a simple book.

The stall owner swallowed her saliva, because Futaba Makoto was her first customer today. If you want to ask why, the main reason is that her stall is remote, and the lines on the cover of the book are a bit rough, and next door is a very popular fan.

She is a painter, so her stall is hardly looked at by anyone.

[I wouldn't have come if I had known it wouldn't sell.] Just when the girl was thinking about it, Futaba Makoto arrived like a savior.

Futaba Makoto quickly finished reading the book in his hand. There were not many pages in it, only about two articles, so it was a thin book.

Judging from the style of painting, there is no doubt that this is a new artist. It is no wonder that no one came to queue up, despite this...

"The plot is very good." Looking at the eager girl in front of him, Futaba Cheng smiled slightly.

I don’t know whether it was because Futaba Cheng was so handsome or because it was rare for someone to praise him, but the stall owner’s face turned red with excitement, and then he nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: “Thank you, thank you!”

"The plot is that the elder brother attacked the younger sister at night, but the younger sister woke up but did not make a sound, silently accepting everything from the older brother." Futaba Cheng continued after closing the book, "Although night attacks are just a common theme, but

After adding these settings and excellent psychological description of the characters, I think this is a pretty good work."

"Yes, yes! But no one seems to be interested..." The stall owner's tone dropped.

"I think it's a very good work." Futaba Cheng said, "The brothers and sisters will probably break through the last layer of paper window."

He smiled: "I still really want to know the plot behind it."

"Can you hold on a little longer?"

Can you hold on a little longer...

The eyes of the girl in front of her gradually brightened, the look in her eyes after being affirmed and expected. She bowed repeatedly: "Thank you, thank you!"

"Bring me three books." Futaba Cheng said.

"Three books?!"

"Too little?"

"No, no, no, you scared me by buying three copies. I thought you didn't buy them." The stall owner scratched his head.

"One for daily reading, one for general preaching, and one for collection, that should be it, right?" Futaba Cheng smiled.

She quickly packed the notebook and said, "Although I know my notebook is not worthy of this, thank you!"

After paying, Futaba Cheng took the paper bag: "I hope to see your works here again next year."

"Um!"

"Right."

"What?"

"Don't ever say that this book is unworthy. It is proof of your hard work. Wouldn't it be too pitiful if you were denying your own hard work?"

After Futaba Cheng finished speaking, he picked up the bag and left.

The girl who ran the stall stared at his back blankly. After a while, she whispered:

"Thank you……"

…

"I always feel that I said some shameful things." Futaba Cheng walked, and he suddenly felt embarrassed, "Sure enough, I will be more serious when I encounter the book. That girl will probably think that I am a strange person.

Bar?"

Ahem.

Before the number of people at the popular stalls decreased, Futaba Makoto, who didn't really want to spend time queuing, was very interested in continuing to visit the unpopular stalls.

Compared with the treasure-like brother and sister stall owner just now, the doujinshi or books sold by other unpopular stalls are starting to look weird.

"Hey, we were childhood sweethearts who liked each other. In the end, the girl was taken away by a handsome gangster. He even took a video to show the boy... This minotaur is really murderous." Futaba Cheng looked at the notebook in his hand.

Moreover, at the last moment when the girl was screwed, she was still chanting the handsome gangster's name. Not only was the boy in the book looking on in despair, he was also looking in despair.

Futaba Cheng put down the notebook in his hand with a complicated expression.

"Buy a copy?" asked the stall owner in front of me.

"Sorry, I can't accept this kind of subject matter." Futaba Cheng smiled bitterly. He saw that the male and female protagonists on the cover were quite good-looking, and the interaction at the beginning was full of sugar. He thought it was some pure love masterpiece.

"Yes, how many people like this?" The stall owner is a boy, and he said with a natural expression.

"Really, then why do you draw this kind of painting?" Futaba Cheng was quite curious and chatted with the stall owner.

Generally speaking, the works of the Minotaur series are about the Minotaur, but the plot of this book is extremely uncomfortable to watch - that is, in the early stage, a lot of interactions between the male and female protagonists are extremely sugary, which makes it impossible to substitute the Minotaur later on.

In the human body, this is why Futaba Cheng felt uncomfortable.

It is simply a treasure for the pure love party.

And the average bullhead may not like it either.

"There is no reason. I just wanted to draw a picture because of my personal experience." The stall owner held a cigarette and candy in his mouth and said something extraordinary in a calm tone.

Futaba Cheng's expression suddenly became strange. After he coughed dryly, he said silently:

"Better give me a copy."

"Thank you for your patronage."

"Don't be sad, brother, it will get over." Futaba Cheng said after taking the paper bag.

The stall owner gave him a strange look, and then smiled strangely as if he understood something.

"I am a tauren."

Futaba Makoto: "!"

r, refund the money!

…

Futaba Makoto continued to browse the stalls until a translucent window appeared next to him.

[Special achievement (book connoisseur) completed, rewarded with translucent competitive swimsuit x1]

[Translucent competitive swimsuit:

It looks like it's not worn even though it's worn, it has a classic shape design, and a certain special ability will be improved after it's equipped]

Special ability?

Futaba Makoto looked at the pink and white swimsuit in the inventory and fell into deep thought.

The system is starting to give out stuff like this?!

And what is a book connoisseur? Are you not the landlord system?

After silently closing the window, Futaba Cheng resisted the urge to complain. He began to wonder whether his system was the landlord's system or a color system.

But if Yu You wears this swimsuit...

Futaba Cheng's mind began to have random thoughts.
To be continued...