The activity area of the Anime Club at Pingchuan University.
Takanashi Rikka: "Wow, so many photographers! It’s like a dream—so many people are taking pictures of us?"
Gasai Yuno: "Wasn’t that guy a Bilibili outdoor vlogger just now? I always see his videos on my feed!"
Kuriyama Mirai: "All thanks to our ‘Angel Lin Yu’—we finally get to know what it feels like to be in the spotlight!"
The three little otaku girls—Hehe, Jiajia, and Huanhuan—still had time to chat together.
Meanwhile, over on Lin Yu’s side…
The relentless barrage of camera flashes and lenses left him no time to talk.
Lin Yu’s inner thoughts:
Damn, being a cosplayer is this exhausting?
If this is what it’s like, how do actual celebrities survive?
Getting followed, chased, and secretly photographed every day…
No wonder so many people in the entertainment industry end up with mental health issues and depression!
That kind of life? Yeah, no thanks.
At first, striking those "cool, flashy, and over-the-top" poses made Lin Yu cringe a little inside.
But now?
He was completely numb to it.
Ask him to do a split, and he’d throw in a kip-up for free!
"Look, it’s Asuna! Oh my god, legs for days!"
"White socks are the real deal!"
"Wait, is she here for Kaneki?"
"Whoa, what kind of legendary crossover is this?"
"..."
Under the stunned gazes of the crowd, Xiang Tiange strode over to Lin Yu in her pristine white shoes and thigh-high stockings.
Lin Yu: "???"
What was this about?
Was she here to pick a fight?
But still…
That white top and red mini-skirt combo? Impressive.
No wonder the moment Xiang Tiange appeared in the hallway earlier, the crowd had erupted in cheers.
Her natural charm was already top-tier.
Paired with a cosplay outfit of uncanny accuracy, she practically radiated the aura of someone who’d used an "Adventure in the Forbidden Zone" talisman.
Xiang Tiange stopped beside Lin Yu, clasping her hands behind her back in a friendly stance.
"No wonder Little Chi is completely smitten. This level of handsomeness and presence is unreal!"
"Kaneki-kun, mind taking a few photos together?"
Lin Yu didn’t sense any hostility from her.
And—
She’d deliberately raised her voice in the second half of her request.
The surrounding photographers were already itching to press their shutters, eager to capture this cross-dimensional dream collaboration.
Lin Yu could tell Xiang Tiange had a bit of a "competitive streak" and was probably here to ride the hype.
But outright rejecting her request would make him look petty.
Had she calculated that he wouldn’t refuse, and deliberately approached him for this?
At anime conventions, cosplayers pairing up for photoshoots was a common sight.
Many fans loved seeing their favorite characters interact, especially when it involved male-female dynamics.
Just as Lin Yu hesitated over how to respond—
A haughty voice cut in from behind:
"Asuna, if you want to take photos with my person, shouldn’t you ask me first?"
Instantly, all eyes turned toward the two figures behind them.
"Whoa, it’s Erina-sama!"
"Tōtsuki’s elite tenth! We’re getting Shokugeki no Soma characters today too?!"
"That tone, that presence, that spot-on portrayal—amazing!"
"Perfect figure, perfect aura!"
"..."
Lin Yu took a deep breath, impressed as he watched Little Chi arrive fashionably late.
In the dressing room earlier, he’d only seen a half-made-up "Erina Nakiri."
But now—
Watching her walk over with her chest held high, exuding an aloof and proud aura.
For a fleeting moment.
Lin Yu felt as if he was seeing Chi Qingshui, his elder sister!
If someone said this was a character Chi Qingshui was cosplaying, there wouldn’t be the slightest inconsistency.
The tsundere young lady’s demeanor in every gesture and movement…
So similar—absolutely, damnably similar!
Naturally, Chi Qingchi had no idea that while Little Lin was looking at her, his mind was fixated on her sister.
All she knew was how to perfectly cosplay an anime character.
It wasn’t just about the outward appearance.
Once she donned this persona and stepped into the public eye,
She had to embody the character’s personality and inner thoughts.
The way she carried herself, the expressions in her eyes, the tone of her voice…
These were the keys to a flawless cosplay!
There was one thing, though.
Chi Qingchi and Little Lin were surprisingly in sync.
The reason she had chosen to cosplay Erina Nakiri was because…
Didn’t she have a sister whose personality matched the character’s by ninety percent?
Top of her class, fiercely competitive, tsundere and standoffish, socially awkward…
As long as she could mimic her sister’s essence,
She’d already nailed most of the role!
Soon after,
Chi Qingchi walked right up and inserted herself between Lin Yu and Xiang Tiange.
Quick to read the room, Lin Yu immediately stepped aside, making space for her.
Far from being annoyed,
Xiang Tiange instead looked at Chi Qingchi with "admiration" and remarked:
"As expected of the great Nakiri-sama, so domineering!"
"If you’re feeling jealous, you two can take your photos first."
"Kaneki-kun, we’ll take ours after you’re done, alright?"
With that,
Xiang Tiange clasped her hands behind her back, smiling as she gave a slight bow.
She wasn’t the only one staying in character.
Xiang Tiange, too, maintained a professional and dedicated attitude, fully committing to her role.
The atmosphere at the scene,
Thanks to "Erina Nakiri’s" grand entrance, reached another crescendo.
A chorus of excited chatter erupted!
"Hahaha, what kind of ridiculous drama is this? Even doujins wouldn’t dare write this!"
"Erina Nakiri and Asuna, actually fighting over Kaneki Ken?"
"Nakiri-sama definitely has the upper hand here!"
"Black stockings vs. white stockings, school uniform vs. game outfit, doujin vs. doujin—I declare Nakiri-sama the undisputed winner!"
"..."
"Click! Snap! Click-click…"
In an instant,
A dazzling array of camera flashes lit up in front of Lin Yu and Chi Qingchi.
The two moved in sync, striking poses as they let everyone take their photos.
Lin Yu muttered under his breath, "Perfect timing, Nakiri… second young miss."
Chi Qingchi whispered back, "Any later, and you’d have been lured away by that goose girl. Hmph, were you just staring at her skirt earlier?"
Lin Yu: "I swear, my eyes are practically blinded by all these flashes—how could I even see anything?"
Chi Qingchi: "Well, today… you’re only allowed to look at me."
Lin Yu turned to Little Chi: "???"
Chi Qingchi bit her lip: "..."
……
At the back of the event area.
Hehe made her way to the spot where everyone’s belongings were kept, picked up the water bottle with her name on it, and took a small sip.
Zhao Yuhao returned to the storage area, drenched in sweat, taking deep breaths to steady himself.
Hehe gave him a puzzled look:
"Vice President, what were you doing? Running laps?"
Zhao Yuhao glanced at the crowd of photographers,
Then at Chi Qingchi, who was now being pulled into a photo with Lin Yu’s arm around her.
Calmly, he replied:
"Nothing much, just got lost on the way to the restroom. Sorry for the trouble."
...
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grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
