comic           markt, generally referred to as cm, is called summer cm in summer, and naturally it is called winter cm in winter.

It also has a very special name, called "Jihad".

This is the largest fan exhibition in Japan. From books to other fan exhibitions, most of the people who want can be found here. Now the origin of the name "Jihad" is no longer verified, but to this day, this title more reflects the people's attention to this activity and his important significance in the AG world.

Qianyuan, who had been standing for a long time, looked around with his waist covering his waist. The dressing of the people around him was very classic, which made him sigh that art really came from reality.

Lightweight and flexible programmer specialty grid shirt, fashionable cropped jeans, universal Adidas, minimalist black square-framed glasses, backpack with digital devices, and a thin towel tied to your forehead.

Apart from her figure not as fat as depicted in the animation comics, her figure can be said to be quite the same as she is portrayed in a prejudiced way.

But don't underestimate this group of people. Their consumption is often very secretive. Maybe they look unfavorable and speak weakly. They only have a few sets of clothes all year round. It's impossible to buy a low-end car if they charge their mobile game accounts in private.

What's more, the figure cabinet at home is worth not many bricks under your feet.

In addition, Chihara noticed something very interesting since she came in.

The coser who came to visit the comic exhibition showed that Kirito and Asuna had a very high ratio. In addition, there were many moon people who carefully made weapons with plastic paint... It seems that the two popular works in the first half of this year were really well received.

I just don’t know who the coser will be playing next year?

But someone suddenly felt upset.

Looking at the two particularly proud good brothers beside him, the boy looked very strange, as if he was reluctant to leave, and as if he was all kinds of unwillingness to accept it, and finally turned into a sigh.

"Why didn't Sanhua Limi?"

Yes, he still misses his wife.

After all, it has not yet reached the season for a new series. Compared with the previous few months, he has just added a fiancée named Ashina Yuki in the past few days. The validity period is only less than two months left. When the time comes, his boyfriend will have to be sent to the cell for a lifetime package...

fake           love!

Sure enough, Mr. Chihara’s true love must be Reiya-chan!

"Oh by the way, there is an official event at the booth on the Sword Art Online asking me to go over and promote it..." Matsuda looked at the time of the phone.

"I guess I'll see you after lunch break."

"No, why didn't you say it earlier?"

Nobunaga looked quite dissatisfied. He said that he had seen so much of the road just now, but in fact he was just a stubborn person. How could he comfort his equally tired heart if he didn't say that?

Shimada Nobunaga couldn't help sighing, his voice exuding some fatigue after standing for a long morning. "If you said it earlier, we could skip the time in line at the door and turn into a staff member and come in directly. Why do you need to stay that long?"

"sodayo(yes)!" Qianyuan turned his face gently, but nodded slightly in agreement.

"Do you know how long I have been tolerating the particularly disgusting lunar man around me and didn't run away?" the boy added.

"... "Who is that particularly disgusting moon man" talking about?" Shimada Nobunaga kept smiling and asked cordially, while pressing the palm of his close friend's shoulder to secretly increase the strength.

"Maybe I'm talking about myself." The boy who had been twitching at the corners of his eyes and forced a smile.

Looking at the daily routines of the two friends in front of him, Matsuda nodded slightly and couldn't help laughing.

...

A lunar man was going to see his favorite lunar publication, and his purpose of this time - the Ova special of "Einzberen Classroom". (It is the earliest source of the disease of the marshal's dead fish eye with his finger.)

As for Mr. Chihara, he will definitely not be willing to spend money on the moon in his life. If he wants to krypton, he has to wait until his beloved wife comes out...

But it doesn't matter if you just take a look with me, but you don't have any money anyway.

The meeting place agreed by several people in the afternoon was chosen outside the bathroom door in the venue.

This place is very special. The speed of the crowd is updated quickly and it rarely causes congestion. The view is wide and clear at a glance. If you choose to meet here, you will definitely not happen. On the chat on your mobile phone, "I'm here, why didn't I see you?". As a result, both of you are searching for each other in the crowd, but you can't find something weird.

The two walked towards the moon special location marked on the magazine.

Along the way, the abortion cannot be compared with the time when I was at the door.

It should be because of Friday's workday today, and the grass outside is the designated place for the chastity to watch the cosers, and everyone is surrounded there.

The roads in the venue are not congested. There are also many young people like Qianyuan who are walking leisurely and slowly while sweeping over the goods on the stalls with their eyes.

"Speaking of this, according to the normal light novel routine, I should be able to meet a stingy and defeated dog-type contestant who draws 18 adult books in such a place, right?" he thought suddenly.

"Chenhara, I advise you to have a clear mind circuit. How could there be a beautiful girl painting book in the world?" Nobunaga persuaded with kindness.

"Well, Nobunaga what are you talking about?" Chihara Asahisa's elderly asked in confusion, and then raised his hand gently.

The direction he pointed his thumb was at the stall next to him, and there was a beautiful girl book painter who was selling his works.

Sure enough, Shimada Nobunaga just followed his thoughts and felt that most of the people in the paintings were bald middle-aged men with big belly and delusions, men with glasses who were obsessed with the virtual world wearing masks, tired and dark circles with dull eyes and loose tie...

But there are really many female painters in reality, and there are many extremely exaggerated sizes and proportions in comics that are drawn based on themselves.

"Ah, it's so cool!" Nobunaga Shimada, who had harvested a bag of dry goods and spiritual food, couldn't help but sigh.

His thoughts began to roam and diverge. Unexpectedly, this time he was fortunate to be able to look at the eyes, touch the palms, and face the palms of the beautiful painters who painted these exquisite comics by himself.

What a wonderful personal experience this is. It's great. If it weren't for the urge of the people behind him, it wouldn't be difficult to get a contact information with his beauty.

"Okay, okay, can you calm down your expression? I really have no face to go with you when you are like this." The boy raised his hand to interrupt his fantasy, patted his shoulder, and frowned slightly.

"And you just held your hand with them?"

"Yes, I've held it!"

The man was extremely proud when he answered.

The boy looked at him silently.

Mr. Chihara, who has always pursued purity as snow, decisively took out a pack of medical disinfectant wipes with a content of 75% alcohol from his pocket and threw them to him. He immediately took several steps without saying a word.

Even the mask was covered tighter with his hands, as if the person in front of him was a source of virus infection.

"Forget it, I won't bother with you because you are sick today." Shimada Nobunaga said with his eyes drooping.

He took the wet tissue handed by the boy, silently wiping his hands. When he raised his eyes again, he obviously read a look of "You are so perfunctory" from the other party's eyes, and couldn't help but feel angry.

The man smiled bitterly and patted his forehead, then raised the drink he had bought to quench his thirst. It was obviously a bottle of orange juice, but he had a spirit of a green forest hero drinking the water of life of ninety degrees...

As a result, he was halfway through, and before he could imitate the Russian-style manly wipe his mouth and breathe, he choked on his trachea and coughed violently, and his ugly appearance broke out.

Seeing this, the boy thoughtfully handed the wipes over again, and then returned them.

"Okay, I'll go to the bathroom to wash my hands so that I won't let you down." Nobunaga shook his head helplessly.

The boy nodded in agreement. After all, he did not believe that anyone on Earth would be unscrupulous about washing hands after going to the toilet.

"You stay here for a while, I'll be back soon." Nobunaga took out a wet tissue again, wiped the hand that was wiping the bag in his hand very carefully before handing it to the boy in front of him.

"Why do you all say it seems like I'm easily lost..."

Mr. Chihara, who took the bag, was really curious about this.

Ke Xinchang can only reply to his complicated and weird eyes.

After watching the good brother leave with a slightly helpless and lazy look, Qian Yuan drooped his shoulders weakly. After all, standing alone was boring.

So he chose to use the center under his feet as the scope of movement to expand slightly, and to update his tweets. Today, the scope is also good to expand to the fantasy that male compatriots like to read.

The premise states that the movement range will not be too far, so that Nobunaga will not be unable to find him.

...

In the hall filled with tourists coming and going and cosers in strange costumes, a figure dressed in rustic (or sneaky) and pressed the brim of the hat low to poked his head out from the corner.

Her eyes turned to a stationary stall in the hall.

"It's rare that I have time to go out for a fun trip, why is it so troublesome..." The girl who had been in the morning who had been in the entry team for five hours yawned gently and blinked her eyes sleepily, her eyes that were fighting with her upper eyelids.

The first batch of cm people was around 10 o'clock in the morning. In other words, she started queuing from 5 o'clock in the morning. So, it was actually earlier to get up and come here.

The faint black marks around her eyes also showed that she lacked sleep last night.

But there is no way. I set up a stall today. The animation has just been broadcast in the past few months. The production is not shabby and the popularity is quite high. If the surrounding area is sold in one go, even if the next two days are off days, I will not be able to buy it.

After stretching, the girl patted her slightly stiff cheeks after stretching her waist, and reorganized her energy.

By the way, this is my first time at a comic exhibition after work?

And now it is still such a special profession. Would it be embarrassing if you were recognized?
Chapter completed!