“Hey, Ding Dian, look over here!”
“Aiya, what are you looking at? Can’t you see I’m taking a selfie?”
“Looks like Kaneki Ken just broke the fourth wall!”
“What fourth wall? Where… ah!! So handsome!”
“……”
“Damn, I admit this Kaneki’s looks are just a bit better than mine!”
“Which pro COSplayer is this? It’s too spot on!”
“……”
“Perfectly recreated, absolutely amazing! Oh my god, I don’t even dare look into his eyes, so intense!”
“Holy crap, I told you coming early pays off! Xiao Tong, let’s go over and take a photo with him while no one’s around!”
“……”
Faced with such a scene where the moment he appeared, a crowd gathered asking for photos,
Lin Yu was a little flustered at first.
He knew many people would want to take pictures with him.
He had even prepared in advance, watching some cool “Kaneki Ken” poses.
With a mask covering his face, striking a few awkward poses wouldn’t be a big deal.
But Lin Yu had underestimated the friendliness of the young ladies.
Girl One: “Kaneki little angel, you’re so tall! Can I wrap my arms around your waist for a photo?”
Before he could answer, she was already hugging him.
Lin Yu: “……”
Girl Two: “Kaneki, can you kill me?”
Lin Yu: “???“
The next moment, Girl Two grabbed his hand and placed it on her neck.
Girl Three: “Please, please, can you strike a fighting pose? I’ll pose as a scared passerby.”
Lin Yu: “……”
Guy One: “Kaneki big brother, can you kill me too?”
Lin Yu: “!!!”
……
Vice President Zhao Yuhao stood with his arms folded in front of him, straight and composed at the back.
Seeing the crowd around Lin Yu growing steadily,
The banner of Heichuan University Anime Club was gradually attracting more attention.
Because of Lin Yu, the other female club members nearby also received a lot of exposure and photo requests.
Zhao Yuhao lightly pushed his black-rimmed glasses with his middle finger and murmured to himself:
“Not enough, still far from enough…”
Then,
He quickly left the scene, heading toward where the crowd was even denser.
So far, the people attracted were mostly anime fans.
To gain bigger exposure and even stir up online buzz,
They had to attract more professional, more niche visitors.
Zhao Yuhao’s target was… people holding DSLRs and action cameras!
Found them!
Approaching the group of niche visitors,
Zhao Yuhao blended into the crowd and suddenly shouted loudly:
“Wow! That Kaneki Ken cosplay over there is insanely accurate, looks so handsome!”
The crowd around him:
“Huh? Where?”
“Is there a Tokyo Ghoul cosplayer today?”
“Looks like over that way?”
“Should we go check it out later?”
“……”
After yelling once,
Zhao Yuhao, with his perfectly inconspicuous passerby face,
vanished seamlessly into the crowd.
Not long after,
His figure reappeared beside the second wave of niche visitors:
“This is the first time I’ve seen such a spot-on Kaneki Ken cosplay, totally worth it!”
……
The third wave, smoothly hooked.
“Hey, why is everyone running off to take pictures with the Kaneki little angel? I didn’t get any shots!”
……
The fourth wave, perfectly recommended.
“Oh my god, the most captivating role on stage without a doubt is Kaneki Ken!”
……
The fifth round—completely backfired.
Xiang Tiange: “……”
Zhao Yuhao: “……”
The two stared at each other with wide eyes.
Dressed head-to-toe in Asuna’s skin, Zhao Yuhao naturally admitted defeat first, too embarrassed to keep his eyes locked on anyone.
Xiang Tiange shrugged helplessly and said:
“Is the Ping University Anime Club really that short on people?”
“Now even the vice president has to step in with some sneaky moves!”
“It’s useless, Vice President Zhao Yuhao, you’ve participated in so many events already.”
“Don’t you know the saying, ‘Even the cleverest housewife can’t cook without rice’?”
“I’m just saying you look exhausted and pitiful, take a break.”
“There’s bottled water, want some?”
Zhao Yuhao: “I’m not thirsty, thanks…”
Just now, he’d noticed the Shiman Club was dazzling with highlights everywhere.
He couldn’t help himself.
He slipped to the back row and called out a couple of times.
Unexpectedly—
He got caught red-handed by someone from the Shiman Club.
Xiang Tiange, still snapping photos, didn’t hesitate to make everyone wait and personally come over to tease him.
Though it was a bit awkward, Zhao Yuhao didn’t feel embarrassed at all.
Everything was for the club.
What was there to be ashamed of?
Besides—
His efforts weren’t without any payoff…
Seeing Zhao Yuhao had nothing more to say,
Xiang Tiange clasped his hands behind his back and hopped back to the photographers.
“Sorry, ran into an ‘old friend’ and said hi.”
“Everyone, please continue shooting. Those waiting for group photos, hang tight, I’ll be right with you.”
Just as Zhao Yuhao, looking sheepish, was about to leave,
A photographer with a 5D camera and braided hair came over laughing heartily:
“Ahahaha, coming late today but damn lucky!”
“The guy cosplaying Kaneki Ken has such a killer look!”
“A couple of days ago in South City, I saw two Kaneki Kens, but compared to this guy today, they were total noobs.”
“Hey? This Asuna looks pretty good too.”
As soon as the braided photographer arrived,
Many photographers greeted him:
“Jerry, did you get some great shots?”
“Jerry, you’re here! Where did you shoot Kaneki Ken?”
“Jerry, show us your photos!”
“……”
Jerry: “You guys didn’t get any? I only heard someone shout and went over to shoot, take a look, judge for yourselves, ahahaha!”
Zhao Yuhao suddenly recalled: “!!!”
Jerry?!
The Bilibili photography UP master with millions of followers!
Today he had his hair braided, usually loose, so Zhao Yuhao almost didn’t recognize him.
This was fantastic.
Unexpectedly, by pure chance,
They got a million-follower UP master to endorse their club’s cosplayers.
When they saw Jerry’s shots,
Many photographers immediately slipped away from “Benzi Na” (the “Asuna” girl) and hurried over to the Ping University Anime Club’s event area.
Comic conventions are always lively places.
People who come here love to join the buzz.
Once one photographer slips away, naturally a second follows.
One after another, more than half of them drifted over.
As the crowd in front thinned,
Zhao Yuhao also rushed off to the next “battlefield.”
His hard work hadn’t been in vain!
Everything was finally looking up.
Xiang Tiange, holding a sword-shaped accessory, glanced toward the direction the photographer was moving, her eyes filled with a mix of defiance and a hint of anger.
“Senior Tiange, look at this photo!”
“It was just taken by one of our club members. Hmm… it’s kind of cool.”
A club member cosplaying as Hinata Hyuga approached Xiang Tiange, holding up their phone.
Xiang Tiange took a quick look: “!!!”
……
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