Fist of Imagination

Mu Yigui exhaled into his scarf, the warm breath was fleeting, but he felt a little warmer.

Coming out of the subway, he walked alone on the streets of a strange city with a little snow, passing by privet trees.

He stared at the arrow on the map on his phone, as if he was afraid that he had gone to the wrong place.

He couldn't ask anyone for help with peace of mind, so getting lost was not an option.

It would be nice if he had a reliable companion, but...

Mu Yigui never had a companion.

Even on the Internet, he would not easily contact people.

Because...

Mu Yigui pressed the lock screen button, and his handsome eyebrows were reflected on the black screen.

With the venue as the center, the map, street view and the location of the manhole cover within a radius of ten kilometers have been memorized.

I hope this is a waste of time... I don't want to be chased here and go into the sewer.

It is still 2.01 kilometers away from the exhibition center where the SJG48 National Handshake Meeting is held.

Mu Yigui tightened his down jacket and walked behind the bus stop to stretch his contracted joints. He was too tall. Girls over 180 cm tall would attract too much unnecessary attention. Therefore, he used body flexion to lower his height to less than 1.65 meters from the moment he changed his clothes. His joints were under great pressure.

After entering the venue, he had to join the queue waiting to shake hands with his idols. He also had to prepare for various possible emergencies. He did not have much chance to relax and adjust.

Last month, a madman who attacked idols indiscriminately with a garden saw appeared at TKM48's high-five. SJG48 dared to hold a handshake meeting at this time. The security force this time must be far greater than before.

Maybe his disguise would be seen through at the security checkpoint...

Still want to go?

You can still escape now.

Mu Yigui smiled at himself on the phone screen.

Where can he escape to? He is a man. No one in this world will favor him. He can't find happiness anywhere.

Over the years, he has proved to himself that men can do what women can do, and even do better.

There is no doubt that he is a genius.

But a male genius, a male genius who is too good-looking, still has no place in this world.

Unless he is willing to become a mascot or a plaything.

Mu Yigui sighed and walked towards the venue.

There was still no idol of his in this handshake meeting. This is the bad thing about the national handshake meeting. Even if you get the ticket for the first limited edition, you may not be able to meet your idol... Oh, this is the nth time, is it better to retweet other idols...

It doesn't matter.

He just happened to know about idol culture, and suddenly wanted to see those people who are like the sun and forget his own dullness, so he accidentally became an idol otaku.

Idols are just the alcohol he uses to numb himself.

His idol is just an alcoholic beverage with a higher degree.

It's the same for everyone.

Half an hour later, Mu Yigui stood in the queue waiting for a handshake.

He came on time. The Live had just ended, and there were not too many people in line.

The entire venue, except for some security guards who stood far away, was full of women.

There is no law in any province that restricts male idol-chasing, and there is no rule that restricts male public appearance, but in fact...

Everyone here could drag him out and parade him through the streets.

Mu Yigui stood at the end of the queue, feeling that he was an enemy everywhere.

Anyway, his favorite hadn't come, so it didn't matter who he chose, so he chose the one with the shortest waiting line, trying to see his idol in the shortest time, and then leave.

He glanced at the girl idol standing at the front of the line.

The girl who was shaking hands with fans was a purple-haired girl with a very businesslike smile. It seemed that she was in the mentality of shaking hands with idols for a day, and just wanted to finish shaking hands and rest early.

That's why your popularity is so low...

Mu Yigui lowered his head and stopped looking around.

Being too nervous would make you stand out. In fact, whether you are nervous or not, you may be exposed, so it's better to relax.

He held down his black thick-framed glasses and covered half of his face with his palm. He pretended to stare at his phone, but he was actually observing the situation around him with his peripheral vision.

There was nothing special. He was surrounded by ordinary idol otakus, female, and interested in both men and women, no different from before.

The one in front has the badges of other SJG members on his backpack. He is the unlucky person who can't see his favorite star like himself...

The one behind is dressed quite punk. The metallic nail art is a bit exaggerated. The rust effect is indeed a bit cool, but is it necessary to paint it so full and add so many sawtooths? If I were to do it, I would at most use patches to emphasize the metal elements, and...

Mu Yigui was thinking wildly. There were fewer and fewer people in front of him. In less than an hour, it was his turn.

He handed the ticket to the staff, put down his bag, and stretched his right hand through the sleeve of his down jacket.

Shake hands, smile, and leave in two seconds.

He planned so, and pulled the pompom hat on his head down a little with his left hand.

The purple-haired girl with a business smile shook his hand affectionately and looked at his face.

——You are a little pretty, prettier than me. If you are so pretty, why don't you become an idol yourself? Let me chase you instead, it's a pity.

Then she saw the bust printed on the badge of the god push on Mu Yigui's chest.

——It turns out that you are not my fan...

She let go of her hand.

Mu Yiqi said thank you in a false voice and was about to take his bag and leave when he suddenly felt a pain on the side of his face.

"You don't deserve to be standing here at all! What else do you have except this face!"

A dark gray light swung out from behind him, brushed his cheek, and struck the purple-haired girl with wide eyes.

It’s the punk girl with metallic nails in the back!

Really metal? !

The punk girl suddenly burst into flames, and the surrounding security personnel had no time to stop her. She went straight into the eyes of the purple-haired girl with sharp jagged nails. The latter was so frightened that she hurriedly retreated and sat down on the ground.

A scream!

In a panic, Mu Yiqi grabbed the punk girl's little finger and threw her down with a neat shoulder throw. At the same time, he knocked over the long table in front of the purple-haired girl.

The punk girl lay on the ground and let out an almost crazy roar. She waved her other hand wildly and wanted to stand up to continue the attack. She saw a long snake-like black shadow flying quickly around her hands and neck, but it was Mu Yigui. He took off his scarf and used the binding technique to tie her up very quickly.

It's safe.

Mu Yigui bent down and squatted down to help the purple-haired girl on the ground. At this time, the coolness on his Adam's apple woke him up from the highly stressful state of exercise.

Oops.

People around me... I have my back to them now and am bent over, but she will definitely see it!

Suddenly he felt heavy.

The purple-haired girl threw herself into his arms, wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, and cried loudly.

...It’s a commercial fake cry!

What is this person doing?

“I’m cute too, have you considered retweeting?”

A wisp of warm breath blew past the side of his neck, and he heard her whisper.

…

The fog slowly dissipated.

"What happened next?" Li Zhixian asked.

She was ready to hear a sadomasochistic story that was physically and mentally abusive.

Mu Yigui: "Later, we overcame many difficulties together, and finally got the blessings of both parents and all relatives and friends... It is difficult to do these things, but she and I are capable and work hard, so it is not too difficult. "

Hearing this, Liang De couldn't help but interrupt: "What do you mean? Are you and her..."

Mu Yiqi nodded, "After she graduated from SJG48, I married her as an ordinary man, and we lived happily."

Then why are you committing suicide? Are you sick?

It was actually early this morning Σ(°△ °|||)︴