Go back a few hours ago.

An Yilun also looked at the scene in front of him, his expression slightly confused.

A long table that could barely seat three people was covered with a purple and yellow polka dot tablecloth. On the table were two stacks of pure white books that were simply bound.

Except for the club name "Fancy Wave".

There are no other characters or patterns on the cover of the book. It is so plain that it even feels cheap, making people wonder if the owner is being lazy.

Compared with the colorful stalls around it, this place pales in comparison to the point of being completely unattractive.

——This is the place he will fight for today.

An Yilun also looked around for a long time, and finally blinked his eyes and cast his gaze on a certain figure.

In front of the cardboard boxes placed under the stall, squatting there was the young female character with whom he had a touching reunion this month—Hashima Demi.

It may be said that he is young, but the other person's growth in a certain aspect is really astonishing, so that his eyes will often focus there involuntarily.

Just like now.

He was originally staring at the two braids on the opponent's head, but somehow they slipped all the way to the edge of sin, and only after he realized what was happening did he move away with great effort.

The girl didn't know what he was thinking. After packing her things, she stood up, put a price tag of "five hundred yen per book" on the book, and then announced energetically:

"Okay! Ready~!"

"Eh... Is this good?" An Yilun also asked belatedly.

"Well, thank you for your hard work, Toruya-senpai~~!" Izuku Hashima smiled brightly at him.

From the two of them starting to prepare to finishing the arrangement, the whole process only took thirty seconds.

An Yilun also complained silently in his head, and said: "Well, then... then I will also help sell the books..."

"Ah~~Don't worry about that, I can do it by myself."

"Is this so...?"

"Yes, after all, I only printed a hundred copies, so I shouldn't be too busy."

"One hundred copies? But didn't you say before..."

"Ah, about this..."

Izuku Hashima unconsciously looked away, his expression becoming a little embarrassed.

"I originally planned to print fifty copies, but since the printing fees for fifty and one hundred copies were not much different, I printed a hundred copies as soon as I was proud...although there is a high probability that they will not be sold! Haha...

…”

As she spoke, her voice became smaller and smaller.

".........that's it."

An Yilun also looked at the young apprentice in front of him, speechless for a moment.

Even though they wanted to say something to comfort them, they also understood that what the other party said was basically the truth. You only need to look at the difference between their stalls and others to know this.

Compared to those super societies that frequently sell tens of thousands of units, they are a small business that would be grateful if they could only sell half of their units, and are doomed to have a deficit in their accounts.

In fact, even An Yilun himself.

If he came to visit the exhibition without knowing Hashishima Chukai, he would definitely not be interested in seeing such bare stalls and books, but would chase the more popular stalls.

——This is human nature.

Of course, situations like going out to sea on the island are actually very common on Comiket.

Although the threshold for doujinshi seems to be very low.

However, at most only 10% of the societies that can really make money from this, and the remaining 90% are almost unable to make ends meet.

Having said that, he couldn't openly say to others, "We are noobs anyway, so we can just lie flat on our backs."

That will only dampen the other party's enthusiasm and enthusiasm.

An Yilun also thought about it and decided to focus on encouragement, so he declared energetically:

"Okay, then let's do our best! If you have anything to do, just ask me to go to sea."

"No need! Senior Renye, you are too busy, how can you ask the guests to help you with your work!"

"There are no guests here today, we are all participants!"

"That's not what I meant, senior."

Hashima waved his hand and said: "I mean, there are more important things on Comiket than sales~!"

"Huh?"

Ignoring An Yilun who secretly harbored negative thoughts, the girl talked with bright eyes.

"Because~~those who come to my stall will talk to me a lot! That makes me very happy."

"Is...is it so great?"

"Well! "Little Fantasies" really has a lot of enthusiastic fans! They are the kind of people who don't like to talk about their ideas. They can even talk about it for thirty minutes without stopping."

"That's really...well, so enthusiastic."

"Moreover, when we are chatting, others often join in suddenly, and neighboring groups also chime in.

In the end, the area around the stall became like a tea party...there was no time to sell books, haha~"

"Those things...make you so happy."

"Yeah! Like I said, those people come to my booth every time there is an event. I know almost everyone's face!"

"..."

Seeing Bo Dao Chuhai who was so excited that he was chatting in front of him, An Yilun couldn't help but feel ashamed of himself.

The other party at this time was too dazzling, which made him feel that his previous subtle mood was simply mediocre.

But on the other hand, he felt extremely gratified.

This disciple trained by him has finally grown into an upright otaku without being influenced by his bad brother. This is really something to be thankful for.

"Well, you are right, Chuhai."

He nodded firmly in affirmation.

“We don’t have to worry about sales that we have no intention of pursuing!

Being able to gather together like this with people with similar interests, tell each other about their love for each other's works, and have a hearty chat, this is the spirit of fandom!"

"Runya-senpai... Well, that's right!" Izumi Hashishima frankly agreed, his face bursting with joy from the bottom of his heart.

The two sat down on the folding chairs together to guard the stall.

An Yilun also casually picked up a book about Chuhai from the table and said with emotion: "But Chuhai, you are so awesome, you can actually gain so many deep fans without saying a word!"

"I hate it, those people are not my fans, but fans of "Little Fantasy"."

"Haha... That's right. After all, he is the number one in the female-oriented game, huh huh!"

He paused for a moment when he said this, and his tone became a little sad.

"But then again...

I originally thought that I would be busy selling books all day today, or helping to sell books at the top of my lungs... Now it seems that I am of no use."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was immediately rejected.

"——There is no such thing! Seniors are not useless!"

Hashima Dekai couldn't accept this statement, and stared at him with tears in his eyes.

"Because I'm just the sister of my senior's friend who I met two years ago. Just because my senior is willing to come to my stall, I'm very happy!"

"Um...no, um...after all, you gave me the admission ticket so solemnly. This is what I should do."

"But...but, senior...Senior Renye is special to me..."

"Go...go to sea??"

An Yilun also opened his eyes suddenly, and his heart was pounding.

"Woooo..."

A teardrop fell on Haidao Dehai's face.

"Because, if it were not for the seniors, I would not be standing here now, and I would not be affected by "Little Rhapsody" and go off the right track in life...!"

The venue is now full of people.

As soon as Bo Dao Dehai cried like this, he immediately attracted countless eyes.

People first looked at the girl who was crying with tears in her eyes, and then looked at the "culprit" next to her who made the girl cry, and their eyes became vaguely evil.

An Yilun was also on pins and needles.

"I understand, I understand... Anyway, calm down first and go to sea!"

He said as he took out a certain beautiful girl character scarf he bought yesterday from his pocket and handed it to the other party.
To be continued...