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◎What should I do if my girlfriend is too popular? ◎

Mari Nishijima felt that he could no longer stare at Ryuya Echizen.

She patted her face and turned her attention back to the business: about tomorrow's comic exhibition.

"I'm going to the manga exhibition tomorrow, Long Ya?"

Echizen Ryuya supported the work table with one hand, and raised his eyes lazily: "Manga?"

Makoto Nishijima thought about it, and explained: "The display stage of comic peripherals and derivative culture...you can understand it this way. At that time, there will be many cosplayers and wives of fan artists."

Echizen Ryuya suddenly realized: "Is it the same as the Sakura dress you wore when we first met?"

Mari Nishijima: "...Did you recognize that dress?"

She always thought that Echizen Ryuya was a cashier.

Echizen Longya bent his eyes and smiled lightly: "That dress is very cute. Will Zhenzhen-chan make Sakura this time?"

Mari Nishijima shook her head: "No, I'm making a small drop this time—the character in Hunter x Hunter."

She pointed to the hand-made display cabinet next to the workbench, and gave a thoughtful reminder: "The fifth character in the fourth row is a girl with a strange vacuum cleaner and glasses."

"I bought the clothes and tattoo stickers last month, but I delayed until now because the glasses arrived late."

Echizen Ryuya glanced at the figurines in the display cabinet, and his eyes stayed on the chest of the figurines for a moment—he lowered his eyes to the serious expression of Kami Nishijima, and agreed without any hesitation.

"I also really want to go to the comic exhibition."

"Then I'll call you when I go out tomorrow!" Mari Nishijima cheered up, with a bright smile on his face, "The manga exhibition is very fun, if you feel uncomfortable, you can go to the video game city next door to play games and wait for me. "

The show starts at ten o'clock in the morning.

But Mari Nishijima got up at six o'clock and started changing clothes and putting on makeup.After eight o'clock, the two took a taxi to the comic exhibition site.

Mari Nishijima didn't put on lipstick when she was eating breakfast at home, and she took out the mirror from her backpack to refill her lipstick while the car was driving past.

"Long Ya, you can't call me by my real name after entering the comic exhibition—you have to call me Xingzhe."

"Circle name?"

"Hmm! That's what it means! Absolutely, absolutely, you can't call me by my real name!"

Mari Nishijima emphasized it twice, and looked up at Echizen Ryuya very seriously.

Echizen Ryuya casually said yes, fingering the lipstick in Mari Nishijima's open bag.

The metal outer tube of the lipstick intertwined with the young man's fingers, and a little cold light reflected on Echizen Ryuya's fingernails.

lipstick.Knuckle hand of young man.

Putting these two things together - especially when those lipsticks still belonged to her - Mari Nishijima always felt weird, but she couldn't tell what was wrong.

Soon the two arrived near the Manzhan, and Mari Nishijima also left that strange feeling behind.

The comic exhibition is divided into an outfield and an infield, and the infield also has the difference between upstairs and downstairs.The scale of this exhibition is quite large, and the entire gymnasium and square have been booked as venues, and a long queue has already formed outside.

Echizen Ryuya glanced over and saw many familiar outfits.

Of course, it didn't mean that he knew those people, but that he had seen most of the clothes on those people on TV.

Some of them can be roughly recognized, such as the giant with advanced childhood memories, the king of sea *, the closer platelet, the blade of ghost * and so on.

They were still queuing up, the 'White Blood Cell' in front looked back, and suddenly showed a surprised expression: "Little drop?"

"So cute - can I take a group photo?"

Mari Nishijima did not refuse, 'White Blood Cell' walked up to her, bent down to take a photo with her in accordance with her height.

After the beginning, there was an endless stream of people asking for a group photo; even people from other teams deliberately went around to ask for a group photo with Nishijima.

The people who came to take pictures of Nishijima's truth gradually formed a small queue, but Echizen Ryuya was squeezed to the back by the crowd.He was not in a hurry, he was holding Mari Nishijima's black makeup bag in one hand, and stared at Mari Nishijima intently across the crowd.

Echizen Ryuya has always felt that he should know Nishijima better than Nishijima imagined; but now it seems that this is not the case.

He also saw Mari Nishijima wearing a cosplay outfit at the beach last time, but Mari Nishijima had already removed her makeup and wig at that time, at most it was Mari Nishijima herself wearing a cute dress.

But Mari Nishijima, who was completely dressed in a cosplay suit, seemed to be a different person; she was like the "little drop" who came out of the anime that Ryuya Echizen made up part of last night, quiet and delicate, with countless degrees Black-rimmed glasses made her even look a bit dazed.

But the close-fitting clothes look good.

When someone asked her to take a photo, she would look at the camera with calm eyes, and her blue eyes with colored contact lenses were deep and indifferent.

The people who lined up didn't finish filming, because Nishijima Mari was already in line for admission.As soon as she got out of the camera, the expression of 'Nishijima Truth' was restored on her face, and she clasped her hands together with a little apology: "I'm sorry, sorry, I'm going to enter the venue... If you can meet again after entering, can I take a photo again?"

The others immediately agreed, and a few photographers who came to shoot cosplayers took out their mobile phones and exchanged contact information with her.

Mari Nishijima took out the ticket to check the ticket and entered the arena. When she was about to walk through the revolving door, she suddenly stopped and turned her head - from about five or six meters away, she saw Ryuya Echizen at a glance.

Mari Nishijima waved to him, and it was still the voice of Mari Nishijima: "Let's go, don't you come in?"

Echizen Ryuya came back to his senses with a smile on his face.

He walked over quickly, shaking the cosmetic bag he was carrying in one hand: "Well, here we come."

The temperament or expression similar to that of a 'little drop' on Mari Nishijima completely disappeared around Echizen Ryuya.

She hid behind Echizen Ryuya, grabbed the sweater and tore open the neckline, fanning the inside with her hands.

But to no avail.

In the room without air conditioning, it is still summer, even though the sweater on my body is already thin, it is still hot to death.

Echizen Ryuya was standing in front of her, acting as a free screen.

Without looking back, he stood straight and asked, "Do you want to rest?"

Mari Nishijima fanned the wind to no avail, so he simply gave up.She helped the glasses frame that had slipped a bit, and got out from behind Echizen Ryuya: "Forget it, this is the beginning."

Soon, people came up to ask if they could take pictures, and Nishijima all agreed with a good temper.After taking photos, it is inevitable to add contact information to each other or close social accounts, mainly for the convenience of returning pictures.

Looking at those people who came to take pictures of Mari Nishijima in an endless stream, Ryuya Echizen suddenly understood why Mari Nishijima had more than 100 mutual relations on social network.

He estimated that Mari Nishijima himself might not be able to remember who those people who were related to each other were.It's just that he hasn't unfollowed after the polite mutual relationship - which is also in line with Nishijima's character.

At lunch time, the number of people who came to take pictures gradually decreased.

Mari Nishijima was so hot that her mind was buzzing, and after finally dealing with the last photographer, she covered her head and knelt down at Echizen Ryuya's feet.

Echizen Ryuya also knelt down and touched her hot face with his hand.

Covered with foundation and blush, he could only see a rosy girl's face with facial features not very similar to Mari Nishijima.

The back of his hand touched the bottom of the glasses frame, Nishijima Mari raised his eyes to look at him, the temples and forehead were sweaty and moist.

Mari Nishijima: "...so hot."

Echizen Ryuya: "I'm going to buy you a bottle of ice water, are you waiting for me here?"

Mari Nishijima put his hands on his knees and stood up: "Let's go together, I'll go upstairs to change my clothes after shopping, and grab the notebook in the afternoon."

Just now she was downcast like a frost-beaten eggplant, but as soon as she said "grab the book", the girl's face glowed with dazzling brilliance again-it seemed that there would be no problem in running two more 800 meters.

Echizen Ryuya was puzzled: "Your occupation is not..."

Mari Nishijima's expression turned cold: "There is a specialization in surgery."

I'm always embarrassed to say that she will directly enter the sage's time every time she finishes drawing a manuscript, she doesn't want to produce food at all, she just wants to lie down and be fed by the wives——

Fortunately, Echizen Ryuya didn't ask for details.He found a drink vending machine, put coins into it, bought a bottle of iced Coke, opened the tab and handed it to Nishijima Mari.

Mari Nishijima took a sip from the Coke can, and looked up to see Echizen Ryuya not moving.

Mari Nishijima: "Aren't you going to drink?"

Echizen Ryuya: "I'm not thirsty...do you still want a bottle?"

There was some doubt in his amber cat eyes.

Mari Nishijima held an iced cola and stuck it to her face, manually cooled herself down, and muttered, "Did you open the cola with both hands just now?"

She didn't say so.But Echizen Ryuya understood.

Echizen Ryuya thought it was a bit funny—but he still took out a coin and threw it into the drink machine, and a bottle of orange-flavored soda fell out of the drink machine outlet.This time, Echizen Ryuya deliberately raised the soda can to Mari Nishijima's eyes and shook it.

His bent wrist reveals obvious skinny feeling, and the muscles on the forearm not covered by the short sleeves are tight, and the lines are smooth and beautiful.

click-

The moment the soda can was opened, the water vapor surged up, and the dense and light bubbles touched Echizen Ryuya's palm.With one hand, he held the soda can with his fingers, and the corner of his mouth curled up into a bewitching smile: "Is that so?"

Mari Nishijima blinked and praised: "It's so cool to open a soda can with one hand—"

Her wig has not been removed yet, and there is a lively and bright smile under the old-fashioned black glasses.

Echizen Ryuya shook the soda can in his hand again, and a layer of aluminum skin glowing with cold water vapor lightly touched Nishijima Mari's forehead.

Touch it lightly, move it away, then sway back slightly, and touch it again.

The place on Nishijima Mari's forehead that was touched by the soda can also became icy cold.Through her non-prescription glasses, she could see the orange logo on the soda can swirling around in front of her eyes.

Holding an iced cola in her hand, she licked her lips: "Long Ya, I also want to drink orange flavor."

Echizen Longya took the Coke can from her hand, and put the opened orange soda can in her palm: "Here."

He just made it clear that he didn't want to drink soda.But after taking away the Coke can from Nishijima Mari's hand, he raised his hand and took a big sip of Coke, his lips were a little moist red.

Mari Nishijima blinked, quickly looked away, held the orange soda in both hands, and took a sip.

The two sat on a bench next to the beverage vending machine and drank soda for a while.

Nishijima Mari felt that she had regained some strength, so she took the black cosmetic bag she had packed in advance and went to the dressing room on the second floor to change.

Echizen Longya took two cans of soft drinks that were not finished, and sat on the rest chair outside to wait for her.

Sitting like this always felt a little itchy, and wanted to throw a tennis ball or something—but thinking that Mari Nishijima might come out soon, Echizen Ryuya held back.

He fumbled in his pocket for a long time, and found an orange that was barely the size of a tennis ball.

The curtain of the dressing room next to it was lifted - Echizen Ryuya turned his head: "Have you finished changing? We are at noon..."

He paused slightly, and the orange fell into his palm, but he didn't usher in the second throw.

Mari Nishijima looked at him sideways, the black-rimmed glasses that had not been taken off covered most of his face, but he could clearly see the puzzled expression.

"What are we going to do at noon?"

She tilted her head slightly, her black mid-length hair curled up around her neck and collarbone socket, her skin uncovered by ginger suspenders and dark blue denim shorts, all fainted with damp powder due to the temperature.

The camisole was short, and half of the spider tattoo with fangs and claws was exposed on the girl's slender left abdomen, which fell on her pink and white skin, which was too eye-catching.

She didn't seem to notice it, and she was still wearing those dull black-rimmed glasses, with a confused expression.

Echizen Ryuya turned his eyes away, his Adam's apple tightened and slid up and down.

He looked elsewhere, but had the illusion that he could still smell a damp and familiar aroma.It has the same fragrance as the shower gel he used last night, and he can even immediately remember the wet rose sticker on the shower gel bottle.

Nishijima was puzzled, and repeated again: "Long Ya?"

Echizen Ryuya: "...Lunch——"

Shinichi Nishijima said: "There is a restaurant upstairs, or do you want takeaway?"

Echizen Longya made a decisive decision: "Order takeaway, let's find a quiet place to eat."

-Complete-