Tokyo: The story begins with a confession.

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After patiently reading through all her messages, Uesugi Kenichi took a deep breath to calm his urge to punch her and began typing.

Without asking when I'll return: "Can't you even hope for something good in me?"

Without asking when I'll return: "I'm perfectly fine now, you don't need to worry about me. Besides, there's nothing I want to see!"

"Can you please stop thinking about all those weird and strange things?"

Uesugi Kenji typed rapidly on his phone, and less than two seconds after he stopped typing, a message came through on the other end.

Juicer Girl: "Oh ho, that scumbag actually showed up. Looks like nothing's wrong."

Juicer: "How did you know what weird things I was thinking? I haven't even said anything yet. It seems you really are a scumbag. I didn't misjudge you."

Without asking when he would return: "..."

Juicer Girl: "Okay, okay, I'm not teasing you anymore. What are you planning to do during your vacation?"

"I don't care about the expiration date: I'll carve it at home and sell it at the Shibuya Comic Con the day after tomorrow."

Juicer: "Sculpting?"

Without asking when he would return: "That's right."

Juicer Girl: "You can even carve? Like, carve from wood?"

Without asking when he would return: "Yes, that's the kind of thing."

Juicer Girl: "Why does this feel so unreal? You're not kidding me, are you? This doesn't seem like something a high school student would do."

Not asking when he'll return: "[Image]"

Faced with her questioning, Uesugi Kenichi didn't say much. He silently took a picture of the Pikachu he had just carved and sent it to her. This was the one he considered to be the best he had ever carved.

Juicer Girl: "!!!"

Juicer Girl: "You sculpted this?! You didn't just grab a random picture from the internet to fool me, did you?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha stared in astonishment at the lifelike, adorable Pikachu on her phone, eyes filled with a look of pure delight.

Although she didn't know much about carving, she knew it couldn't be a simple task, especially since it was so lifelike. Could a high school student have done that?

Could it be that this netizen isn't actually a high school student as he claims, but rather an old man?

At first, she thought this online friend, whom she hadn't known for very long, was just another philanderer who had somehow gotten her LINE number. At the time, she was in a very bad mood because of Calvin, so she just wanted to take it out on him and let him experience the beauty of socialism. But she didn't expect that this person was quite interesting and wasn't after her as she thought.

After several attempts, she was certain that this person had no idea who she was.

At first glance, this person seemed like a simple-minded country bumpkin, as if he knew nothing. Sometimes his questions made her want to laugh; he had absolutely no common sense.

After getting to know him better, she found him to be a very nice person. Chatting with him was very comfortable, which made her, who didn't have many friends, cherish this online friend. She was also more willing to talk to him about anything that made her unhappy. However, he was sometimes too clueless about romance, not at all like a 16-year-old high school student...

Kasumigaoka Utaha stared at her phone with her wine-red eyes, her lips slightly parted as she gently licked them, exuding an indescribable allure.

Thinking about his reactions when she teased him recently, a smile appeared in her eyes, and her mood improved instantly.

"If you have any common sense, you should be able to see the background behind the photo. I don't think there's any online picture with a background like that. Besides, why would I lie to you? I can't see any benefit in that."

Juicer: "That's true. Judging from the background of the photo, it doesn't look like a picture from the internet. Looks like you're quite capable, Mr. Scumbag. I like it."

Juicer: "Of course you have to lie to me. After all, so many people try to deceive a super beauty like me with sweet words. Who knows if you, you scumbag, also want to trick me into doing some unspeakable things?"

Without asking when he would return: "..."

Without asking when he would return: "I'm telling you, you're feeling way too good about yourself. I can't be bothered with you. I'm going to take a shower."

Juicer Girl: "???"

Juicer Girl: "Isn't this what I should be saying?"

Juicer Girl: "Seriously, are you short of money? You actually want to sell such an adorable Pikachu."

Don't ask when he'll return: "Don't ask, the answer is always 'I'm missing'."

Juicer Girl: "In that case, you can sell it to me."

Without asking when I'll return: "If you like, I can give you one. I've troubled you a lot these past few days. I'll be going to the Shibuya Comic Con the day after tomorrow. You can come and get it if you want."

Juicer: "Ugh~ [Disdain]"

Juicer: "I knew I wasn't wrong. You actually wanted to meet a plain-looking, masked girl. When you meet her, you'll find she's a cute and beautiful girl, and you won't be able to resist your beastly instincts. You'll knock me out and take me to a secluded place to unleash your lewd nature. Maybe the more I struggle, the more excited you'll get. Tsk tsk tsk. You scumbag, you finally couldn't resist making a move on me."

Without asking when they'll return: "Come if you want, don't come if you don't!"

……

Kasumigaoka Utaha couldn't help but laugh as she looked at the silent Uesugi Kenichi lying on the bed, wanting to see his reaction; it would be quite amusing.

After laughing for a while, she suddenly froze.

This seems to indicate that they are really going to meet in person, a meeting between online friends?

It feels like a scene from a light novel.

I wonder what he looks like?

Kasumigaoka Utaha inexplicably began to look forward to her meeting with Uesugi Kenichi, and she couldn't understand why.

Just as she began to imagine what Uesugi Kenichi would look like and what the scene would be like after their meeting, the phone rang.

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Kasumigaoka Utaha's Dilemma

Kasumigaoka Utaha picked up her phone, saw the caller ID, and couldn't help but let out a wail before answering.

"Are you not going to submit your manuscript yet? How long are you planning to keep putting it off? Do you want me to come to your house in person?" the woman on the phone said irritably.

Kasumigaoka Utaha held the phone a little further away, and couldn't help but close one eye: "Yes, yes, yes, tomorrow will definitely be fine. The conception of the work is going very smoothly so far."

"Tomorrow, it's always tomorrow. How many tomorrows have you said? Can I still trust you?" Machida Sonoko's voice sounded somewhat helpless.

When have I ever lied?

"Well, while the quality of the work has never been good, the deadlines have been missed more than once."

"Really? I see. How about we cancel the book signing on Sunday?"

"Okay, okay, I got it, but if you don't give it to me tomorrow, I'll come to your door, Shi~chan."

"I've told you so many times, don't call me Shi-chan!"

Machida Sonoko sighed helplessly as she put down her phone. Kasumigaoka Utaha had never required so much of her attention before; she always submitted her manuscripts on time, a breath of fresh air compared to the other authors under her supervision. She never expected that even Utaha would start to miss deadlines now.

Are all authors destined to be cursed with this fate?

After listening to her editor's endless nagging, Kasumigaoka Utaha hung up the phone, feeling exhausted. If she could, she would like to submit her manuscript sooner, but she couldn't write anything because she lacked inspiration.

"Hey, should I go to the offline meetup with my online friends? What if something goes wrong if I go?"

She's read a lot of news about online friends meeting and things going wrong. What if this guy she likes is a really handsome young man?

"Probably not? But you never know. But that Pikachu is so cute, I really want one. Oh well, even if he's not good-looking, it doesn't matter. It's not like we're dating. Besides, there's a signing event in Shibuya on Sunday. If he's really there, I'll just go see him."

Thinking this way, her tense heart relaxed a lot.

She buried her head in the blanket to clear her mind for a moment, then suddenly sat up after thinking about her conversations with Uesugi Kenichi. She quickly took out her laptop and started typing, her delicate legs swinging back and forth as she did so, her smile growing wider and wider.

……

It's getting too much!

Uesugi Ken put down his phone, feeling a slight toothache. This female netizen, who called herself Kasumi Shiko, was alright at first, but as they got to know each other better, her true nature seemed to be completely exposed. He was starting to doubt that Kasumi Shiko was actually a high school student. What high school girl could be so lewd, always wanting to make suggestive remarks after just a few sentences…

This is clearly the demeanor of someone in their prime, like a wolf or a tiger!

He shook his head, too lazy to think about Xia Shizi's matter. After washing up, he went to bed to sleep.

Saturday morning, according to the Japanese way of speaking, should be called "Satyoubi" (土曜日), but Uesugi Kenichi is still not used to using it and often can't tell what day of the week it is, so he still prefers to use Saturday and Sunday to convert it.

Today was an exception; he slept half an hour longer than usual, as a way of celebrating the arrival of the holiday.

After his usual half-step run and breakfast, Uesugi Kenichi locked himself in his room and began to concentrate on carving.

Evening arrived quickly. Uesugi Kenichi walked down the hallway of his apartment building, carrying a lunchbox. He looked up at the dim, unstable light overhead, which crackled intermittently. He felt a little helpless. He thought it would be better if the light wasn't installed at all; anyone with a little more courage would probably cry from fright.

In his past life, he always scoffed at talk of ghosts and gods. Every penny he earned was earned through his own hard work, and he never placed his hopes on ethereal gods or Buddhas.

However, his attitude has changed somewhat now. After all, he has transmigrated and possessed a body, and he also has a system with him, which makes him feel a sense of awe towards these ethereal things.

Otherwise, there's absolutely no way to explain what happened to me...

Back home, after washing up, he packed all the wood carvings into a large backpack he had prepared beforehand and prepared to go to sleep.

Silent all night.

The next morning, Sugi Kenichi woke up early. He opened the curtains, looked at the sky outside, and nodded in satisfaction. If it had rained today, his plans would have been ruined.

Although the weather forecast said today would be a sunny day, as we all know, weather forecasts are sometimes very inaccurate.

After a simple breakfast and some running and Bajiquan practice outside, he received a call from Kobayashi Yoshihara.

"Uesugi, are you ready? We need to get going. It's going to be very crowded if we don't leave soon."

As soon as the call connected, Kobayashi Yoshihara started shouting.

Kobayashi, Yoshihara, and Sato were best friends, and their homes were very close. Ishida Tetsuya lived on the same train line as them, so they had arranged to meet up afterward.

However, Kenichi Uesugi clearly underestimated the popularity of this anime convention. Although it cannot be compared with famous events such as summer festivals and winter festivals, the anime convention held in Shibuya Ward this time was obviously not small in scale.

Before 8 a.m., the entire tram line was already packed with people. Keep in mind that today is Sunday, and even though there aren't as many office workers, it's still more crowded than usual during rush hour.

Besides being crowded, the tram was also teeming with all sorts of monsters and ghosts. Many people were cosplaying as various anime characters, making the tram look like it was heading straight to hell, not like a train to the human world.

But that wasn't the worst part. The problem was that it was so crowded that Uesugi Kenichi was about to lose his mind. He was being squeezed like a dog.

His journey to school wasn't very far on weekdays; he usually ran there. So even knowing how crowded the RB trains were, he still couldn't help but break down.

If his physical fitness hadn't improved so much, he was sure he wouldn't be able to stand on the ground right now. And every time the train stopped, people kept getting on. The staff outside were obviously used to this situation and kept helping those who couldn't squeeze on to get in!

The girls clinging to him all around looked like they were forced to be there, their eyes filled with shyness and affection as they gazed at him tenderly, making him want to blow up the tram.

He finally reached his destination and breathed a sigh of relief the moment he stepped off the tram. If he had stayed any longer, he felt like the girls would have torn his clothes off.

As he stepped off the tram, the girls who followed him off were filled with regret. They wished this train could last forever. It was the first time they had ever felt so reluctant to leave such a crowded train.

Seeing that the girls around him were gathering again, Uesugi Kenichi quickly went outside.

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Comic Con