August 15th, the opening day of Xia I.

The entire "TYPE-MOON" studio went out and arrived at the Tokyo Big Sight in Koto Ward.

This CM still follows the usual practice of placing community booths and corporate booths in the east and west halls respectively.

The location where "TYPE-MOON" was obtained is the wall area 62a adjacent to the fire escape.

The location "re" got is 62b, which is next to the entrance gate of the East Building.

Although there is only one word difference between the two, there is an irreparable gap in the middle, which respectively symbolizes the ranking of popular societies and top societies.

It is now 7:30 in the morning, and there are still two and a half hours before the exhibition starts.

The venue has gradually become lively. Members of various clubs are busy preparing their own stalls, and the buzzing conversation is full of enthusiasm.

"TYPE-MOON" studio is here.

Yoshida and Mishima Yuba, who were participating in Xia I for the first time, were looking solemnly at the mountains of goods in front of them.

Yoshida: "Are these stacked cardboard boxes all going to be sold in one day?"

Mishima Yuba: "You're lying, right? How many CDs are there here!"

Hasumi Kanoko answered their questions with a smile while setting the table.

"We have a total of 10,000 tickets here, and Ms. Hongsaka's has 20,000 tickets."

"

Twenty thousand pieces——!?”

Yoshida and Mishima Yuha exclaimed and looked next door together, their eyes filled with emotion.

On the "re" stall, both the types of products and the quantity of goods were extremely exaggerated.

"Hey, Yoshida-senpai! This is just a game, can it really sell so many??"

"How could I know? Don't ask me!"

"Wow, our studio won't end up bankrupt due to poor sales, right??"

"Idiot! What nonsense are you talking about? You haven't started selling yet..."

"Ah, Yoshida-senpai feels guilty!"

The two of them were talking to each other, looking worried.

Shiyu had just finished displaying the promotional materials and couldn't help but sigh deeply when he heard their conversation.

"Unfortunately, that kind of thing will not happen. Instead of worrying about the bankruptcy of the studio, it is more practical to consider whether the goods we have prepared are enough to sell."

"

Eh--?""

Seeing their doubts, Shiyu pointed in a certain direction with his eyes.

Not far away, dozens of otakus were gathering near the "TYPE-MOON" booth with suspicious expressions.

Some of these people were taking photos of their goods, some were on the phone discussing something with whomever they were talking to, and some had already started queuing up.

"Did you see that? Those people are the so-called fan speculators. They will get early admission tickets by falsely reporting to the club, and then go to those popular stalls to buy hot products."

The two rural villagers were stunned for a moment after hearing this.

Looking at the "re" side, the number of speculators surrounding the booth was even greater than them.

However, the members were not surprised by this, and instead skillfully assisted the organizer's personnel in the evacuation work.

Mishima Yuba exclaimed: "So aren't those people exhibitors? I thought they were sent by other societies to find out about the enemy!"

Yoshida touched the stubble on his chin, "Oh, does this mean that we are actually highly anticipated?"

"So haven't I already said it?" Shiyu pushed her hair back and started talking.

"Our works are very popular. Well, after all, this is the fruit of love between me and Yuu-chan, so it's natural that it will be popular, hehehe~"

Yoshida and Mishima Yuba looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

The scriptwriters in their club are top-notch in terms of looks and talent, but they are all about love. Once this topic comes up, they will be immersed in their own world.

The two of them kept silent knowingly and went to the convenience store to buy breakfast together.

Xiangraku Zhenyu, who had been squatting on the ground and eavesdropping, raised his head mischievously, put his hands on the edge of the table, and said something to Shiyu in confusion.

"But, Kasumi Shiko-sensei. Isn't it the reason why our game has attracted so much attention because of Ms. Benisaka's good promotion and the fact that the theme song was covered by idols~?"

Shiyu's smile froze, and she twitched the corners of her mouth and said, "...You are gradually becoming more articulate? Miss Xiangraku."

"Ah, no, teacher Kasumi Shiko is angry! Something bad is going on. Sister Hasumi, help me~~~"

"Sorry, I have to go to the organizer to submit samples. Just get along well." Hasumi Kanoko joked with a smile and walked away.

"Eh--!?"

Mayu Xiangraku was shocked. How could she dare to stay with Shiyu after she had just finished ruining the show? She shouted, "Sister Hasumi, I'll accompany you!" and shamelessly chased after her.

Shiyu curled his lips contemptuously, crossed his legs and sat on the iron pipe chair, and then stretched out. Both his movements and his expression were particularly attractive, which made many otakus who were secretly paying attention here freeze in place.

The next second, some kind of metal object with a smooth surface suddenly and silently pressed against her cheek.

"ah!"

Shiyu let out a soft moan reflexively, and was startled by the cold touch.

She suddenly looked back and found that it was a can of coffee she often drank.

The young man had a weak smile on his face and asked knowingly: "What is 'ah'? Xiaoshi, you are so cute."

Shiyu's tense nerves relaxed, his brows instantly relaxed, and he immediately reached out and pinched someone's forearm.

"Hiss~ It hurts." Kato Yusuke bared his teeth.

"Don't do this, I'm not trying hard at all." Shiyu gave him an annoyed look.

The young man smiled silently, pulled up a chair and sat down next to him.

He flipped his wrist, opened the pull tab with a slight hook of his clean and slender fingers, and handed over the coffee.

"Thank you for your hard work, I'll give you a condolence gift."

"Oh." Shiyu took the coffee without saltiness and asked, "Is Akane Benisaka here too?"

"Well, she is negotiating with the organizer."

"Didn't she just get discharged from the hospital yesterday? Are you so eager to come and take command?"

"Akane has this kind of personality, no one can stop her." Kato Yusuke shrugged, looked around and asked, "Where are everyone?"

"Kano-chan and Miss Sagara went to submit samples, and Mr. Yoshida and Miss Mishima seemed to have gone to the convenience store."

"What about Megumi and Eiri?"

"The train Kato-san is riding on has stopped running due to some conditions. Sawamura should be here later."

Kato Yusuke paused knowingly, while chatting with Shiyu, he looked around the venue aimlessly.

The sunlight shines on the ground through the huge glass windows, forming a golden interlacing light and shadow.

In the wide and bright space, hundreds of stalls are neatly distributed around, displaying various comic works, games, figures and peripheral products.

The air is filled with the strong scent of ink and paper, giving people a feeling of anticipation and nervousness.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at this scene with nostalgia.

"I always feel like I haven't been here for a long time..."

After hearing his words, Shiyu looked sideways, then chuckled and responded:

"So, on this day last year, you and I were the ones helping Sawamura look after the stalls, right?"

"Yeah, I remember that Xiaoshi and Yinglili haven't gotten along well since then. I was quite puzzled when you said you wanted to help."

"Who told you to be so young at that time? I had to try my best to get closer to you. Can you really not see what I mean to you?"

"Well, I feel it more or less..."

"poor."

Shiyu stretched out a white finger, pressed it on his cheek angrily, and poked him again and again.

"If that's the case, why didn't you agree to my promise? You weren't dating anyone at the time. Did you dislike me because I'm a year older than you?"

"I'm not dating anyone..."

Kato Yusuke said without any emotion, and then he grabbed her hand with his backhand, his face not red and his heart not beating.

"How could that be? I just think it would be a pity for a girl as outstanding as Xiao Shi to match an ordinary person like me, so I hope you will consider it carefully."

Shiyu's brows twitched, five fingers passed through his fingers and clasped tightly, and said unhappy:

"How are you ordinary? I don't agree with this view.

My novel was brought back to life because of you. You gave me a lot of precious creative inspiration, including the birth of our game script at that time.
To be continued...