"There are all kinds of replies and comments below, playing with memes, it's really funny."
Generally speaking, these kinds of comments are just for fun, including the ones below—
[In prison, in jail.]
[So harsh, sister.]
[Sister, sister, after you go in, can you help me visit Kris Wu?]
Bai Ningning couldn't help but laugh, sighing that young people today really have a sense of humor, unlike her own generation of otaku, who are timid, lecherous, and deeply resentful.
But when she turned to look, she saw Lingyin's serious expression, and there seemed to be a bit of cold sweat on her forehead.
"What's wrong with you?" Bai Ningning asked, puzzled. "Isn't this funny?"
She thought it shouldn't be the case; why was this little girl also so resentful? The only difference from her own generation of otaku was that she wasn't timid and lecherous.
"How could this be funny?" Lingyin said, her expression flustered. "This is a personal threat!"
"That's impossible, you're too nervous," Bai Ningning waved her hand dismissively. "It's just talk, it doesn't count as a threat."
"Is... is that so?"
"Of course! Think about it, doing such a thing would land you in jail." Bai Ningning said matter-of-factly, "This simple logic is clear, so it's impossible for anyone to actually do it."
Lingyin's cold sweat suddenly poured down; she felt as if her new life was right in front of the gates of hell.
"Then, um, would they definitely go to jail? Is there no room for negotiation?" she cautiously probed. "What if the circumstances are lighter?"
Bai Ningning was slightly taken aback; how could such things be categorized by severity? Was it fully revealed or not?
"If it's a matter of borderline definition, then it could indeed be a bit troublesome."
"And, if, I mean if," Lingyin continued to ask her, "If it's between good friends... a moment of impulse?"
"From the victim's subjective perspective, there is indeed a possibility of leniency, after all, there is such a thing as understanding," Bai Ningning tilted her head. "But how could good friends do such a thing?"
"Yes, yes," Lingyin wiped her cold sweat. "I was just saying it casually."
Bai Ningning didn't take it to heart and didn't think it was about herself at all. Although she had gotten drunk on strawberries last night, that was the delivery vendor's fault.
The most important thing was that when she woke up this morning, her body felt fine, just a bit numb, probably just from a bad sleeping position.
She thought it was fine; if there had really been a fight, it wouldn't just be a bit of numbness. Even if a big sister came, she would still feel a little pain the next morning.
A little bit of pain is still pain, which is fundamentally different from numbness.
Lingyin was quite alarmed; seeing that Bai Ningning really hadn't noticed, she quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
Then she quickly changed the subject: "By the way, Bai Ningning, many people took pictures of you yesterday, and the club members helped collect a lot of photos. Do you want me to send them to you?"
"Yes, of course." Bai Ningning agreed happily.
At a comic convention, cosplay photos are a very important part.
A few gigabytes of files were shared with Bai Ningning via a cloud drive by Lingyin, and she couldn't download them all at once, just previewed a bit.
Since there were fewer posed shots, the solo shots of "Rem" were only a small portion; most were group photos of Bai Ningning and Lingyin interacting at the convention.
Bai Ningning looked at a few preloaded ones: the maid outfit, the cute blue short hair, the adorable delicate three-no-face, and the well-developed figure under the maid outfit.
She couldn't help but sigh that she was really cute.
"Bai Ningning, actually the other outfit looks better on camera," Lingyin suddenly leaned over and said, "It would definitely look better in photos."
The other outfit, oh, the swimsuit, the club president mentioned it for the second time today.
Bai Ningning tugged at the corner of her mouth: "Next time, I already said that."
"Next time," Lingyin pressed her, "How long is 'next time'? Is there a specific time?"
"About in winter."
"….…"
Alright, winter is fine; after all, there's a heater at home. If it gets cold, just dive into the quilt, eat strawberries, and sleep, no problem.
Thinking of strawberries, Lingyin couldn't help but murmur, "It really is strawberry-flavored, no doubt about it."
Bai Ningning blinked: "What strawberry flavor?"
"Nothing, nothing, just forget it," Lingyin grabbed her phone. "I suddenly remembered I have some things to discuss with the club members; you can look at the photos by yourself."
"...Okay."
Bai Ningning lightly responded; she always felt that the club president was acting strangely today, but she couldn't pinpoint what was off.
Never mind, she continued to look at the photos, yes, she was really cute.
Time always passes particularly quickly on the lazy big bed. By the time Lingyin finished handling club matters, Bai Ningning had rested her head and legs, and the sun was about to set.
"It's getting late, and it's almost dark," Bai Ningning changed out of her clothes and put on what she had come in, "President, I have to go back."
In the autumn evening, it gets dark by seven.
Lingyin put down her phone, sat up, and saw Bai Ningning already tidied up, standing at the door looking lively.
In a cool short-sleeved T-shirt, short white hot pants, and white sneakers, along with her white thighs...
Ah no, that part doesn't count.
In any case, Lingyin felt a bit dazed, as if she had returned to the morning of the day before, when Bai Ningning had just arrived.
If life were only as it was at first sight, then the memories in Lingyin's mind would surely linger on the clear morning of yesterday.
"President, thank you for taking care of me these past two days," Bai Ningning said as she picked up her bag, "I'm leaving."
Lingyin came back to her senses and hurried to catch up, "I'll see you off."
The subway station in the evening was bustling with people; the two-day comic exhibition had officially ended, and many around were just coming out from the event, preparing to head home.
Bai Ningning looked at the cosplayers sitting around, still dressed in their costumes and wearing wigs, but already back to their usual lazy sitting posture, heads down playing on their phones, making one sigh that the ordinary is indeed the true essence of life.
"President, look at the people on the train," Bai Ningning remarked, "Just like when we first arrived yesterday."
"Yeah," Lingyin felt a bit choked up, lost in thought, "It really is similar."
Just like when you first arrived yesterday.
But now, the joyful times had come to an end. Who knows when the next opportunity for such intimate solitude would come again?
Time, like this subway, does not stop for anyone's reminiscence, not even for a beautiful girl. After a few stops, Lingyin got off the train with Bai Ningning.
"President, you can stop here," Bai Ningning said as she turned back, "See you next time."
"Yeah, next time... we must meet earlier," Lingyin couldn't help but express her excitement, "You still owe me a dance!"
"Okay, okay, dance, dance, dance, definitely next time."
Bai Ningning waved her hand, bidding farewell to President Lingyin, and walked home with her bag of clothes.
She had a great time these past two days; the first day was for exploring, and the second day was for lounging, which was the favorite holiday rhythm of a little homebody.