When was the first time you went to an Anime Convention? Why? Who did you go with?
Anyway, for an otaku like Mo Yu, this was probably his first time attending an Anime Convention. His hometown was a small county in a seventh or eighth-tier city, but the transportation there was relatively developed. It only took fifteen to twenty minutes by high-speed rail to reach the prefecture-level city.
However, the prefecture-level city where a seventh or eighth-tier small county is located is not necessarily a first or second-tier big city. At least, the prefecture-level city where Mo Yu's hometown is located is only a fourth-tier city. Therefore, the scale of Anime Conventions here is not large. Plus, it's not a long holiday Anime Convention with heavy foot traffic, just a weekend Anime Convention, so the scale is limited.
But for Mo Yu, a newcomer who had just entered the circle, or couldn't even be considered in the circle, it was already pretty good.
Anyway, he had nothing to complain about.
Mo Yu searched various platforms and apps for a long time to find this one Anime Convention. In fact, finding an Anime Convention itself wasn't difficult. The key was that before this, Mo Yu had absolutely no understanding and no contact with anyone in the circle.
Fortunately, with the boost from portraying Lingsha, Mo Yu's social skills also improved significantly. After finding the Anime Convention ticket channels, he quickly joined the official Anime Convention group. Originally, Mo Yu planned to apply for a booth, but it was too late, so he had to give up.
The next day, early in the morning, Mo Yu drove a borrowed car to the Anime Convention. As for why he chose to drive instead of taking the high-speed rail... Hmm, do you think a cosplay of Mo Yu's caliber could really pass the facial recognition at a high-speed rail station?
Although not being able to pass the facial recognition system isn't a big deal, as there's still manual verification, Mo Yu felt that his appearance might not even pass manual verification. Therefore, to be safe, he borrowed a car through his grandfather's connections and drove there.
As mentioned earlier, as a weekend Anime Convention, this Anime Convention was not large in scale; it was just a hotel Anime Convention. After parking his car in the parking lot, Mo Yu walked straight towards the hotel entrance.
It was exactly eight o'clock, and the sun was already in the sky, radiating heat. A gust of wind blew, stirring up waves of heat, but even so, the hotel entrance was packed with people. Cosplayers of various anime characters gathered together, some laughing and chatting, some chasing each other, and some looking around.
In the backlit corner, several makeup artists were busy doing makeup for their clients. Next to them, various props and cake boxes containing head molds and wigs were scattered about.
Unfortunately, Mo Yu couldn't experience any of these things.
Because he didn't need a makeup artist, nor did he need a wig. He had no friends, and he didn't know how to book a photographer. Although, at first glance, these conditions made Mo Yu seem like a clueless newbie who stumbled into the circle.
But - from the perspective of accuracy and appearance, Mo Yu was absolutely the most authoritative.
As for why he was considered the most authoritative? The scene was enough to explain everything -
"Teacher, teacher! Can I get a photo?"
"Damn! Teacher looks so authoritative!"
"Holy moly, illustration-level! I'm in!"
"Teacher, teacher, you're like someone who walked out of the game!"
"So beautiful, so beautiful, Teacher, can I add you to my contacts?"
Mo Yu wanted to take out his phone to check the time, but he hadn't even reached the hotel entrance before he was surrounded by cosplayers. Of course, most of the people appearing here at this time were also cosplaying.
For outsiders, they would probably just yell 'wife,' 'baby,' or say 'so beautiful.'
Only those within the circle understood how exaggerated Mo Yu's makeup and accuracy were, to the point of not needing any photo editing! Not to mention the details of the cosplay costume... You know, many things cannot be perfectly recreated by shops, especially materials, but on Mo Yu, even the most critical photographer couldn't find any fault.
As for Mo Yu, uh... honestly, he felt a little socially anxious right now.
You know, back at the college entrance exam site, whether facing the crowds or the cameras, Mo Yu never felt any social anxiety.
But now he was a bit socially anxious, perhaps because - most of those surrounding him were girls. Oh, you ask about boys?
There were boys, of course, but tell me, how much courage would a male cosplayer need to squeeze into a group of female cosplayers and get a photo with an ultimately perfectly recreated 'female' cosplayer?
Adding to contacts would probably be even more unthinkable.
In the current situation, if any boy truly dared to squeeze in for a photo, they would either be an unrelated person or - an invincible photographer.
But unfortunately, at this moment, photographers had either already entered early to set up and debug equipment, or they hadn't arrived at all. Even if they had arrived, most likely they wouldn't choose to stay by the entrance.
"Hmm, okay, don't rush, take your time."
For Mo Yu, who was portraying Lingsha, social anxiety was a mindset, not a state. Therefore, he was able to respond to the surrounding cosplayers with a smile while still feeling socially anxious. However, as soon as he spoke, things became even more extraordinary.
"Wow, Big Sister's voice is so nice!"
"Teacher! You're a fragrant, soft little cake."
"Damn, Teacher, are you Lingsha herself?"
"Teacher, teacher, do you plan to debut?"
"Wuwu, Teacher, teacher, can you film a low-calorie short video with us later?"
And in response to these many requests, Mo Yu selectively accepted and rejected some. Of course, there were also some questions he simply couldn't answer, such as ambiguous questions or private questions.
To be honest, for a moment, Mo Yu wanted to say he was a boy, but looking at the gazes of these people around him, Mo Yu felt... unless he pulled it out, probably no one would believe him.
Forget it, forget it, just go with the flow, or... clarify in the official group after the Anime Convention ends? Although, he felt there was no real need for that.
"Teacher, what's your alias?"
"Uh... Mulan, I guess?"
Mo Yu thought about it. To be honest, his first reaction didn't come up with any good name, but then he remembered the line from Mulan's poem - 'The male rabbit's feet twitch, the female rabbit's eyes are misty; when two rabbits run side by side, how can one tell if I am male or female?'
Although Mulan disguised herself as a man, this line didn't explicitly state gender, so Mo Yu felt this alias was acceptable.
"Okay, thank you, Big Sister Mulan -"
A Flower Dance Gongsun Li cosplayer said sweetly, and her words were echoed by others around her - "Thank you, Big Sister Mulan ~"
Alright, alright, they weren't even pretending anymore, directly calling her Big Sister, not even Teacher.