"worn out."

Fujiwara Ayano lay on the table, feeling that the color of her body disappeared, only a piece of ashes remained.

At about one pm.

Fujiwara Ayano finally mosaiced all her fan body again.

At this time, "Night with Monks 2" has sold more than four hundred copies.

With the remaining half a day, plus the subsequent online sales, it is a matter of time before 500 copies sold out.

Even considering the needs, maybe Fujiwara Ayano may have to add a seal.

"A book sets 800 yen, and 500 yen is 400,000 yen. After deducting costs and labor, the profit margin is very low."

Qiao Qiao made a little calculation.

No matter from any perspective, selling fanatics is not a good way to make money.

However, both buyers and sellers looked very happy in the venue.

Even Ayano Fujiwara, who was so angry, was very serious when signing the pictures for the guests.

"That's what creation is."

Xingchuan Yuyan said something aside.

"What's more, works like Fan Renzhi, which are made purely out of interest, are already very happy as long as they can be recognized by others."

"Xingchuansang seems to have a deep understanding."

Qiao Qiao tilted his head.

"Speaking of this, the rain outside doesn't seem to stop at all."

Masato Kotokai looked outside through the window.

The whole world became darker, and even the lights in the distance were blocked in the continuous rain.

"The typhoon is about to be logged in the afternoon. The staff came to contact me just now and said that the ending time was three o'clock in advance."

Fujiwara Ayano Guru took a big sip of water and slightly restored his color.

"So that's the case, let's go buy something to eat."

Qiao Qiao glanced at Yalizi.

She hardly helped in the morning.

I've been reading the notebook.

Blushing.

Qiao Qiao felt that she should give her some rest.

Strange knowledge has increased too much.

So he took Yalizi to the place where food was sold in the venue.

Rice balls, fried chicken, hamburgers, and coke are all available.

Qiao Qiao ordered a bunch of things, and after paying, he swept the venue casually while waiting.

There are still many people.

Qiao Qiao even saw a man alone.

"Um?"

I felt something, Qiao Qiao carefully observed the other party.

Unlike the girls carrying large and small bags, this man has nothing in his hand despite carrying a backpack.

His focus was not on the booth's notebook, but instead he wandered his eyes and glanced around the women.

There were not many boys in the venue, but most of them came with friends or girlfriends.

This man is very suspicious.

Qiao Qiao thought.

He has seen some men appear at major comic exhibitions, using camera devices such as mobile phones to secretly take pictures of other women's skirts, and post them online.

Is this man such a pervert?

Thinking of this, Qiao Qiao handed over the receipt to Yalizi and followed him quietly.

I saw the man walking around like he was looking for something. Then, while others were not paying attention, he turned into the stairwell in the non-conference area.

"Are you going to confirm the harvest?"

Qiao Qiao touched the pistol in her schoolbag and walked into the stairwell.

The man took out his cell phone at the corner of the stairs, as if he was making some records.

"really."

Qiao Qiao sneaked over and pressed his gun against the other party's back.

"Don't move."

"!"

It was not until this time that the person realized Qiao Qiao was approaching, and his whole body was tight and unable to move.

"Hold your hands up above your head, put them on the back of your head, lean against the wall, do not make any sounds, and do not make any extra movements."

Qiaoqiao commands the road.

The other party was at a loss and could only stand facing the wall according to Qiao Qiao's statement.

“Where is the proof of identity?”

Qiao Qiao asked again.

“In, in the backpack.”

The other party's voice was trembling.

"I, I can't die here."

He also said something.

Qiao Qiao ignored it and flipped through her schoolbag a student ID card.

Meiji University, School of Literature, Sakagami Hiroji.

In addition, Qiao Qiao also found a novel.

"Butterfly Falls".

This is Yibuza's latest work.

However, Qiao Qiao felt that this book was a bit inconsistent.

He looked carefully and found that although the appearance of this book is similar to that sold outside, it does not have barcodes and other information, and the subtle binding is also different from the actual ones.

This is a sample book from the publisher.

Qiao Qiao did not directly ask the other party.

Instead, he psychicized the book.

A moment later, a question mark appeared on Qiao Qiao's head.

"Wait, you're Yifuji?"

Qiao Qiao asked.

Yes, judging from the psychic scene, the boy in front of me is the genius and beautiful girl writer, Yi Chuji.

“???”

Boys have more question marks.

"How did you know?"

"Spiritual, I am a spiritual eliminator."

Qiao Qiao asked him to turn around and showed his ID at the same time.

"Can psychic use behave like this?"

I played, and Kiyoji Sakakami felt very confused.

"I didn't expect that Yi Chuzu was actually a boy, and he also came to visit this type of fan service. It was really amazing."

Qiao Qiao feels that life is sometimes more exaggerated than novels.

"I'm not here to buy it, so don't you be here at this sales venue?"

Kazuji Sakagami asked back.

"Ahem, I have various reasons."
To be continued...