"I'm tired."

Fujiwara Ayano lay on the table, feeling that the color of her body was gone, and only a piece of ash remained.

Around one o'clock in the afternoon.

Fujiwara Ayano finally put all the doujin books back on the mosaic.

At this time, "OO Night with Monk OO 2" had sold more than 400 copies.

There is half a day left, plus the subsequent online sales, and it is a matter of time before 500 copies are sold out.

Even considering the demand, maybe Fujiwara Ayano will have to add a seal.

"A set is 800 yen, and 500 is 400,000 yen, and after deducting costs and labor, the profit margin is very low."

Qiao Qiao calculated slightly.

No matter what the point of view, selling doujinshi is not a good way to make money.

However, both buyers and sellers in the venue looked very happy.

Even Fujiwara Ayano, who burst her liver, was extra serious when signing for guests.

"That's what creation is all about."

Hoshikawa Yuyan said on the side.

"What's more, it's a work made purely out of interest, like doujinshi, and as long as it can be recognized by other people, it's already very happy."

"Hoshikawa-san seems to have a deep understanding."

Qiao Qiao tilted his head.

"Speaking of which, the rain outside doesn't seem to stop at all."

Masato Kotokui looked outside through the window.

The whole world became gray, and in the continuous rain, even the distant lights were obscured.

"The typhoon is estimated to make landfall in the afternoon, and the staff came to contact me just now, saying that the end time has been advanced to three o'clock."

Fujiwara Ayano gulped a large gulp of water, regaining a little bit of color.

"In that case, let's go buy something to eat."

Qiao Qiao glanced at Ya Lizi.

She barely helped in the morning.

I've been reading the book.。

Blushing.

Qiao Qiao felt that she should be allowed to rest.

Strange knowledge has increased so much.

He pulled Ya Lizi and came to the place where the food was sold in the venue.

Rice balls, fried chicken, hamburgers, coke, you name it.

Qiao Qiao ordered a bunch of things, paid for it, and swept the venue at random while waiting.

There are still a lot of people.

Qiao Qiao even saw a man alone.

"Huh?"

Feeling something, Qiao Qiao carefully observed the other party.

Unlike the girls who carried large bags and small bags, this man carried a backpack but had nothing in his hand.

His focus was not on the booth's notebook, but on his gaze, glancing at the woman.

There weren't many boys in the venue, but most of them came with friends or girlfriends.

This man is very suspicious.

Qiao Qiao thought.

He had seen men appear at major comic conventions, using camera equipment such as mobile phones to secretly take pictures of other women's skirts and post them online.

Is this man such an idiot?

Thinking so, Qiao Qiao handed over the ticket to Ya Lizi and quietly followed.

I saw that the man, as if he had been looking for something, walked around, and then, while others were not paying attention, turned into the stairwell of the non-exhibition area.

"Do you want to confirm the harvest?"

Qiao Qiao touched the pistol in his schoolbag and followed him into the stairwell.

The man, at the corner of the stairs, took out his phone and seemed to be taking notes.

"Sure enough."

Qiao Qiao sneaked over and held the gun against the opponent's waist.

"Don't move."

“！”

It was only at this time that the man noticed Qiao Qiao's approach, and his whole body was tense and unable to move.

"Raise your hands above your head, put them behind your head, lean against the wall, don't make a sound, don't make extra movements."

Qiao Qiao commanded.

The other party was at a loss, so he could only stand facing the wall according to Qiao Qiao's words.

"Where's the identification?"

Qiao Qiao asked again.

"In, in the backpack."

The other party's voice trembled slightly.

"I—I can't die here."

He also said.

Qiao Qiao ignored it and flipped through a student ID card from his school bag.

Meiji University, Faculty of Letters, Kanji Sakagami.

In addition, Qiao Qiao also found a copy.

"Butterfly Falling".

This is the latest work of Ibuki.

However, Qiao Qiao felt that this book was a bit inconsistent.

He took a closer look and found that although the book was similar in appearance to the one sold outside, it did not have information such as barcodes, and the subtle binding was not the same as the actual one.

This is a sample book from the publisher.

Qiao Qiao did not ask the other party directly.

Rather, the book was channeled.

A moment later, a question mark popped up on Qiaoqiao's head.

"Wait, you're Ibuki?"

Qiao Qiao asked.

Yes, judging from the psychic picture, the boy in front of him is the genius beautiful girl writer, Ibuki.

“？？？”

Boys have more question marks.

"Y-How do you know?"

"Psychic, I'm a soul killer."

Qiao Qiao asked him to turn around, and at the same time showed his ID.

"Psychic can still be used like this?"

Ibuki played, and Kanji Sakagami was very confused.

"I didn't expect Ibuki to be a boy, and I came to visit this type of doujinshi fair, which is really surprising."

Qiao Qiao feels that life is really sometimes more exaggerated.

"I'm not here to buy and wait, aren't you here at the sales venue?"

Kanji Sakagami asked rhetorically.

"Ahem, I have all sorts of reasons."

Qiao Qiao explained.

He asked Ibuki to let go of his hands that had been behind his head.

After a little inquiry, I finally figured out the ins and outs.

To put it simply, Ibuki is indeed a person, and he is also a girl, even in 2016, he was seventeen years old.

She is a girl from the same high school as Kanji Sakagami.

Kanji Sakagami and the other party hardly have any intersection, and they can only occasionally meet on the subway to and from school.

Then in the fall of 2015, the Ibuki died in a traffic accident.

is a very ordinary accident, and there is no bitter story behind it.

Kanji Sakagami died the day before Ibuki's death.,It's very accidental.,It's really very accidental.,There were some intersections.。

It was raining lightly, and Ibuki forgot to bring an umbrella, and she saw Kanji Sakagami, a girl who was already very cheerful, so she asked Kanji Sakagami to send her to the station, and the two held an umbrella together, got on the subway, and chatted a little.

In the end, Kanji Sakagami was very gentlemanly and lent his umbrella to Ibuki and asked her to return it to him the next day.

If the plot develops, two people may take this opportunity to get acquainted, familiar, and even start dating, composing a story of youth and innocence.

But the next day, Ibuki died.

Since the umbrella has the name of Kanji Sakagami on it, he knew about it relatively early.

The umbrella that I had taken from Ibuki's family was folded very carefully, as if it were new.

After just one week, everyone is back to their normal lives.

A young girl dies, but the world still turns.

Kanji Sakagami looked at the umbrella and suddenly felt a little empty in his heart.

Therefore, when he created and submitted his work to Kodansha, Kanji Sakagami subconsciously took the name Ibuki.

Maybe I want more people to remember the name.

It wasn't until the spring of the following year that Kanji Sakagami learned that he had won the prize.

The editor over there also seems to think she's a girl.

came and went, and since the propaganda had already been sent, the editorial department suggested that Kanji Sakagami temporarily hide his identity and cooperate with the publicity.

As a result, Kanji Sakagami became an Ibuki.

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