"Hahaha, Mei, mua~"
"Mua~, I'm gonna gobble you up, hehe…"
Stelle looked at the girl on the bed, whose drool had already soaked her sheets.
"What do I do? She's like this now, what am I supposed to do?"
"Just leave it be for now. Since she's practically growing on your bed, it's your responsibility to keep an eye on her." Su Chen turned to leave the room. "I've got stuff to take care of."
"Hey, little brother, dear little brother, HEY!!! Su Chen!!!!"
"Man, what's with all these crowds? I can barely find a place to step!" Boothill and a girl were strolling through the comic con. He glanced ahead, then rubbed his eyes. "Kid, look over there—is someone cosplaying an Aeon?"
"Where?" The girl followed Boothill's pointing finger.
There, a cosplayer of "Abundance" · The Pharmacist was pushing a wheelchair with "Hunt" · Lan sitting in it.
Boothill frowned slightly. "Well, I'll be damned. I told Dan Heng that guy was pullin' my leg. He kept sayin' it's 'Xuanqi Lunyin,' but it's clearly a wheelchair!"
Then,
A cosplayer of "Remembrance" holding a camera approached them. "Whoa! You two are straight-up living memes! Can I snap a couple of pics?"
The two cosplayers nodded and threw up peace signs.
Click, click…
The "Remembrance" cosplayer kept shooting, directing their poses. "Yes, yes, yes, a bit to the left, more to the left, the right side looks good, one more, one more! This pose is perfect, don't move! Click, click, click! Perfect, perfect, perfect! Nice, nice!"
He kept snapping photo after photo, unable to stop.
The "Remembrance" cosplayer checked the camera, nodded approvingly at the shots, and was about to take another when he froze. "Uh…"
The "Abundance" cosplayer glanced at him. "What's up? You done shooting? If not, I'm outta here."
"You might actually wanna leave."
Behind the "Abundance" cosplayer, a cosplayer of "Joy" · Aha had sneaked up, quietly placing their hands on the "Hunt" wheelchair.
The next moment,
With a strong push, the "Hunt" cosplayer's wheelchair zoomed forward.
"Hahaha, 'Hunt,' I'm here to save you! Hahaha, remember to laugh!"
The "Abundance" cosplayer spun around. "What the—my home's been stolen!" He took off running after them. "Give me back my 'Hunt'!"
The "Hunt" cosplayer, screaming from the wheelchair, yelled, "Don't come closer! There's a century egg up ahead! Get out of the way!"
At that moment,
A tall, dark, handsome figure happened to pass by their chaotic chase.
Crash!
With a loud thud, they all collided, and the handsome figure's eggshell shattered across the ground.
The tall, dark, handsome figure wailed in pain. "Ow, ow! I knew I should've stayed home and rotted. Why did I even come out?"
Click, click!
The "Remembrance" cosplayer mercilessly snapped more photos. "Nice! This one's the best!"
Boothill scratched his head, the scene utterly shattering his worldview. "Are this year's fans really this wild? That didn't even feel like acting! Do I really need to stick with miHoYo? Do I even need to keep filming? Kid, let's go."
"Hm?" Boothill glanced back, only to find—where's his daughter? Lost? Swept away by the crowd?
"Yo, yo, yo! Old man!" The girl appeared before Boothill, wearing a cap pulled low over her face.
She started beatboxing, "Pfft-tss-pfft-tss. Old man, yo! Yo, yo, yo! Under the sky, villains run wild, AKA Rappa, bow to your highness!"
"Little darlin', can you stop learnin' this stuff from Rappa every darn day? That girl's got ninja scrolls memorized backward!"
"Old man, that's where you're wrong. It's a comic con today, so we gotta have some fun, right? Let's play!"
Boothill shook his head. "Nah, I'm good. I'm gettin' too old for this kinda wild stuff."
"Huh?" The girl pointed behind Boothill, where a blonde girl was dancing. "Wow, old man! That girl's dance moves could give yours a run for their money!"
"Dancing?" Boothill turned to look.
A song echoed through the air: "Burnice~ Burnice~ Burnice~ Go~ Go!"