Soon, Hachiman and Yumiko arrived at the agreed location.
There, they saw Ebina sitting on a bench, dressed in sumr clothes and wearing a sun hat, looking like she had been waiting for a while.
Seeing Ebina, Yumiko quickly let go of Hachiman's hand and ran over to her friend.
"Sorry, sorry, Hina. I'm late."
Glancing at Yumiko and then noticing Hachiman approaching from not far away, Ebina seed to understand sothing and smiled.
"It's okay, Yumiko."
Seeing the smile on her friend's face, Yumiko smiled too and spoke quickly.
"Hina, you go ahead and shop today. I deliberately brought Hachiman here to carry our things, so we don't have to worry about buying too much."
Hearing this, Hachiman felt a vein pop on his forehead.
So now I'm just a pack mule again?
And it's just a few books, how heavy could they be?
Ebina obviously didn't buy her friend's la excuse and pushed her glasses up, flashing a white glare at Hachiman as she greeted him.
"Good morning, Hachiman."
Hachiman nodded back at her. "Yeah, good morning, Hina."
Although he and Ebina didn't have a deep relationship, after over a year of acquaintance, calling each other by their first nas wasn't a problem.
"Let's go, we should head to the venue before the lines get too long."
Standing up from the bench, Ebina nodded at the two of them.
Hachiman and Yumiko didn't object, so the three of them headed towards the venue of the sumr exhibition.
...
It's worth noting that the sumr exhibition, along with the winter one, is a feast for otaku culture enthusiasts. With the prevalence of Japanese ani culture, the number of attendees is always substantial.
As they arrived at the plaza in front of the exhibition center, they were t with a bustling crowd. n and won dotted the area, with fewer children and elderly individuals, predominantly young people.
"Wow... so many people," Yumiko remarked, taken aback by the large crowd.
"Yeah, with only two events like this each year, it's always packed. Alright, let's get in line first. We need to maintain order," Ebina said, pulling Yumiko's hand and motioning for Hachiman to follow as they joined the queue at the entrance.
Despite the hot weather, people's enthusiasm didn't wane. Excited attendees ford long lines at the entrance, with more joining continuously.
As they progressed in line, the trio smoothly entered the venue. Stepping inside, they were greeted by a cool breeze from the high-powered central air conditioning system.
The spacious venue was filled with booths, visitors, and nurous cosplay enthusiasts dressed as characters from various ani and gas.
With the popularity of "Sword Art Online," Hachiman noticed many cosplayers dressed as Kirito and Asuna.
Excited by the bustling atmosphere, Ebina, a fujoshi, suggested, "Let's take a casual stroll first before rushing to buy doujinshi. There might be things here that interest you guys too."
Hachiman and Yumiko agreed, intrigued by the exhibition as first-ti attendees.
While exploring, Hachiman once again witnessed the prevalence of "Sword Art Online" cosplays. Every fifth person seed to be dressed as characters from the series, particularly Kirito and Asuna.
Yumiko nudged Hachiman and whispered, "I didn't expect your novel to be this popular. Everywhere we look, people are cosplaying your characters."
"It's alright," Hachiman replied with a smile.
Observing his nonchalant deanor, Yumiko rolled her eyes and muttered, "Geez, hypocrite."
Hearing this, Hachiman chuckled and ntally noted her remark.
Continuing their exploration, Hachiman suddenly spotted a familiar face among the cosplayers—a tall, beautiful woman holding a pink magic wand, dressed in a pink magical girl costu, clearly cosplaying as the magical girl.
But with her pink waist-length hair, straight bangs, and two braided strands on the sides, along with her deep blue eyes and that familiar face, there was no mistaking her for anyone else but Mafuyu Kirisu.
At that mont, Mafuyu was posing for photos in her highly embarrassing magical girl costu.
Seeing this scene, Hachiman couldn't help but smirk.
What's this? Another peculiar hobby of Mafuyu's?
It's fine if she likes cosplay, but coupling it with her teacher identity always feels a bit odd.
Do you know that if this were to happen in so perverse hentai or doujinshi, imdiately so unscrupulous individuals would use it against her, forcing her into various situations?
Just then, as Mafuyu finished taking photos, she turned her head, and her deep blue eyes t Hachiman's peculiar gaze.
In that instant, the light seed to fade from Mafuyu's eyes.
"H-Hachiman-kun... What are you doing here?"
Oh no, everything's ruined.
The two girls beside Hachiman also noticed his unusual behavior. Yumiko blinked in confusion and asked softly, "What's wrong? Did you see sothing?"
Following Hachiman's gaze, the girls spotted Mafuyu in her magical girl outfit.
"Huh?! I-Is that... Kirisu-sensei?" Yumiko exclaid in a hushed tone.
Hearing this, Ebina also looked over and saw the completely stunned Mafuyu.
"It really is Kirisu-sensei!"
She was about to wave and say hello, but Hachiman quickly stopped her. "Don't call out to her randomly. This might just be her personal hobby. Let's not expose her identity."
If this really was just Mafuyu's peculiar hobby, it wouldn't be good if they casually called out and exposed her teacher identity.
But since they had already co across her, they couldn't pretend not to have seen her. After so thought, Hachiman spoke up, "Let's go greet her."
The two girls nodded in agreent.
Approaching Mafuyu, Hachiman greeted her softly.
"Good morning, Sensei," Hachiman greeted softly.
Yumiko and Ebina also whispered their greetings.
"Good morning, Kirisu-sensei."
Hearing their words, the stunned Mafuyu finally reacted and hurriedly began to explain.
"Hachiman-kun, it's not what you think, actually, I..."
But before she could finish her sentence, Hachiman interrupted her.
"It's okay, Sensei. Everyone has their own hobbies, and we won't judge."
Yumiko and Ebina nodded in agreent.
"Alright, we just wanted to say hello, Sensei. We won't disturb you any longer," Hachiman smiled, about to turn away.
Seeing Hachiman about to leave, Mafuyu's face showed a hint of panic.
If they left, she feared she would never live it down.
No, she couldn't let them go!
In a mont of desperation, Mafuyu grabbed Hachiman's hand.
"You can't leave!"
Surprised by her sudden grasp, Hachiman naturally stopped in his tracks and turned back.
"Is there sothing else, Sensei?"
Seeing Hachiman and the others stop, Mafuyu breathed a sigh of relief and stamred, "You... you have to listen to . I don't have this hobby, I'm just helping Miharu."
"Miss Miharu?" Hachiman raised an eyebrow.
"Exactly, it's Miharu," Mafuyu nodded repeatedly. "Because Miharu's friends in college are mbers of the ani club, they asked her for help, and then Miharu asked for help, so, so it turned into what it is now."
"It's true, you have to believe ."
With hopeful eyes, Mafuyu looked at Hachiman, hoping he would believe her words.
Understanding the situation, Hachiman nodded.
He had thought so too. Mafuyu didn't seem like soone who would enjoy cosplaying. So, it turned out that it was at the request of that little sister otaku, Miharu.
With this realization, Hachiman was about to say sothing when a clear voice rang out beside them.
"Onee-sama, I got the drinks!"
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