Takeshi personally stepped in, and order instantly returned to a bizarrely harmonious state.
He and his ‘Takeshi Family Army’ became the most dedicated security guards, forming a human barricade that was even more effective than the venue’s official security.
“Everyone back off!
Maintain three meters!
This is respect for art, understand?!” “You, with the glasses, your camera lens is almost in Nari-sama’s face, what are you trying to do?
Absorb his good luck?” “And you, turn off your flash!
How many times have I told you!
If you blind Jing Bao, I’ll break your camera!” Nari stood in the center of the encirclement, feeling like a newly arrived rare albino panda in a zoo, surrounded by fanatical zookeepers holding ‘long and short cannons’.
And Takeshi, the self-proclaimed ‘Captain of the Guard’, devoutly stood three meters away from him, observing him as if he were a rare treasure.
Nari was numb.
He just wanted to finish this surreal ‘part-time job’ as soon as possible, go home to see his daughter, and confirm whether Sato was hallucinating about the five hundred thousand yuan.
Just outside this impenetrable human wall, a tall, thin male student was standing on tiptoes, desperately trying to catch a glimpse of the scene through the gaps in the crowd.
His name was Taiki, a regular student in Nari’s class, who had also come to the comic convention with classmates today.
Earlier, he had scrolled past that ‘Moonlit Thread’ god-tier Jing Liu image on Bilibili and was instantly awestruck.
Someone in the comments section located the person in this very venue, and as a seasoned fan of Mihoyo’s ACG content, he immediately abandoned his companions and rushed over like a madman.
He played Jing Liu every day, and now that he could see a top-tier Jing Liu cosplay, he absolutely had to pay his respects.
“Oh my god, oh my god, the real person is a million times better than the photo!” Taiki finally found a gap and saw the silver-haired figure, instantly feeling his breath stolen away.
What kind of divine beauty was this?
Even Nuwa couldn’t be this outrageous, could she?
He suddenly had an urge to acknowledge her as his mother.
Excitedly, he pulled out his phone, ready to take a photo that would become legendary in his dorm group chat and give him bragging rights for a whole semester.
“Hehe, this angle, this lighting, perfect!” Taiki found the right angle, his fingers trembling as he focused.
But he was too excited, stumbled, and his body lurched forward.
“Oh, damn it!” His hand slipped, and his new Fruit phone, which he had just bought on Huabei installment, flew out of his hand in a graceful parabola.
“Plop…
*whoosh*—” The phone slid across the smooth floor tiles, through the ankles of the crowd, over the three-meter’sacred territory’ marked by Takeshi, and finally, landed precisely at Nari’s feet.
The entire venue fell silent.
Everyone stopped their movements, looking at the phone lying on the ground, then at the phone’s owner, the unlucky Taiki who had caused the trouble.
Takeshi was about to erupt on the spot, his aura suggesting he would tear Taiki limb from limb.
Taiki’s face turned pale with fright, only one thought remaining in his mind: It’s over, I’ve blasphemed a god, and I’m about to be incinerated by a fanatic.
Nari also stopped moving.
He lowered his gaze and saw the phone lying screen-up at his feet.
As a Counselor, dealing with various student emergencies had become his instinct.
For example, helping students find keys in the bushes, retrieve meal cards in the cafeteria, or mediate dorm conflicts.
So, his body reacted before his brain.
Under the gaze of hundreds of cameras, the ‘Goddess Jingliu’, watched by all, bent down with extreme naturalness.
The movement was fluid and graceful, without the slightest hint of awkwardness.
The white hem of his clothes draped with his movement, and a few strands of silver hair fell like moonlight, covering half of his face.
He extended his gloveless hand, and his slender fingers effortlessly picked up the phone.
Taiki was stunned.
He felt he wasn’t watching a goddess pick up a phone, but rather observing a Renaissance masterpiece, ‘The Goddess Gathering Wheat’.
It was too beautiful, so beautiful that he wanted to die on the spot and engrave this scene on his tombstone.
Nari straightened up, holding the phone, and walked towards the student whose face was pale and looked as if he was about to faint.
The human wall automatically parted to create a path for him.
He walked up to Taiki and handed him the phone.
Taiki tremblingly reached out to take it.
Just as his fingertips were about to touch the phone, a voice he knew all too well, a voice he had even heard in the office just yesterday, sounded above his head.
“Asahi…
Taiki?” The voice was gentle, clear, and carried a hint of masculine magnetism.
At this moment, Nari’s expression was a bit awkward; after recognizing that the student in front of him was indeed his own student, he seemed a little at a loss.
“Director…
Director Nari?” In Taiki’s brain, it was as if a thousand nuclear bombs had detonated simultaneously.
The face before him, captivating, coolly beautiful, and the gentle male voice, like a ‘death warrant’ from Director Nari, two completely different pieces of information, collided in his brain with a cosmic-level explosion.
His world, in his perception, had split apart.
Is it Director Nari?
No, it’s the Goddess.
Is it the Goddess?
No, it’s Director Nari.
Director Nari…
is the Goddess?
The Goddess…
is Director Nari?!
“Thud.” Under the bewildered gaze of hundreds of people in the venue, Taiki’s legs gave out, and he collapsed onto the ground, kneeling directly in front of Nari.
He looked up, his face a twisted expression of shock, fanaticism, confusion, collapse, and enlightenment after a complete worldview reconstruction.
No way, no way, his Counselor was actually a cross-dressing big shot?
And also doing cosplay at a comic convention?
And so beautiful?
Ah ah ah ah…
“Director…
Director Nari…?” These two words, like a bolt of lightning, struck Nari’s head with pinpoint accuracy.
His gesture of handing over the phone froze mid-air, and his heart sank, thinking, “It’s over.” Why did he use his original voice?
Occupational hazards are deadly!
The first student to know the truth has appeared!
Can this secret still be kept?
The surrounding crowd also started murmuring in confusion.
“He knelt down?
What’s he doing?” “Director Nari?
What Director Nari?
Is that the Coser’s name?
What a unique stage name.” “No, wait, why do I feel like he’s calling out ‘Director’?
Is this a film shoot?” Takeshi also frowned.
He heard the whisper, but he was too far away to catch the content clearly, only feeling that the voice was completely different from the cool, ethereal voice he imagined the Goddess should have.
“Hey, you kid, why are you kneeling?
Are you trying to stage an accident?” Takeshi lunged forward, intending to pull Taiki up.
But Taiki seemed not to hear him, maintaining his kneeling posture, staring intently at Nari, still muttering to himself.
“I’m crazy…
I must be crazy…
Our Counselor is a cross-dressing big shot…
Our Counselor is Jing Liu…
Jing Liu is our Counselor…” His voice wasn’t loud, but it was clear enough for Nari and Takeshi, who were close by, to hear every word.
A drop of cold sweat trickled down Nari’s temple.
Takeshi’s pupils constricted, and he sharply turned to look at Nari, his face filled with disbelief.
Counselor?
A male?!