I couldn't believe my face was everywhere. I took out my own phone and opened Uniqlo's Instagram profile. The photo really had over a million likes, and there were countless comnts.
Almost none of the comnts praised the clothes—most of them were just praising my appearance. And the most incredible part: my na was clearly shown in the image. Well, it's normal for a model's na to be credited.
"What's wrong?" the woman from the store asked.
"It's nothing, I'm just a bit surprised."
"Don't tell you didn't expect this? Uniqlo is one of the most famous brands in Japan, and you have a very beautiful face. Of course people are going to go crazy over you."
"I know that. It's just that I didn't expect people to start approaching on the street."
"Most of those people probably didn't even see your photo on Instagram. They likely approached you because of the images all over the departnt store."
"Yeah…"
"So, what are you going to do?" The woman smiled at .
"I'll take advantage of being here and buy so clothes." I gave her a bitter smile, and she started accompanying around the store as I chose my clothes. I picked several basic shirts.
I don't like clothes with big, flashy prints.
I also chose so jackets and even a few pairs of pants. The woman's hands were soon full of clothes. I didn't even worry about the price—I know I have more than enough money to buy all of this.
After gathering everything, I went to the fitting room and started trying them on.
It took quite a while.
Everything looks good on . I smiled as I looked at myself in the full-body mirror. Any outfit I wore looked stylish and eye-catching. After changing back into my original clothes, I walked out holding everything I had picked.
"I'll take all of it," I said to the woman.
"All of it!?" She looked surprised.
There were more than five shirts, several jackets, and five pairs of pants. Each item was sowhat expensive, so the total would be huge.
"Yes, all of it," I replied while glancing behind her. There were many people inside the store.
I followed her to the cashier, and thankfully no one approached .
I paid for everything with my debit card and left the store as quickly as I could.
I took out my phone and opened Instagram again. The likes on the photo were still increasing.
Then I noticed soone had tagged my @ in the comnts, and that comnt had over 10,000 likes.
So that's why I've been getting so many notifications.
My Instagram suddenly started gaining a lot of followers.
Well… I guess that's a good thing?
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As soon as I got ho, I went to my parents' room and saw my mom at the computer. She was typing quickly, writing an email to soone. I waited for her to finish before calling her.
"Mom?"
"Hm? You're back? What ti is it?"
"Five in the afternoon."
"I see, I didn't even notice the ti passing. Yawwnn~~" My mom stretched and yawned. "So, how was it? Did you have fun?" She gave a gentle smile.
"I didn't have any fun at all. It was hell."
"What happened?"
"So foreign won tried to get my number, and everyone kept staring at like I was so kind of ghost."
"Well, you're very handso now. You attract a lot of attention~~" My mom laughed.
"But that wasn't the worst part…"
I told her everything that happened at the departnt store. My face was everywhere, people recognized , and so even asked for my autograph because they thought I was very famous.
"Hahahahaha!" My mom burst out laughing. "But isn't that great?"
"Great? I thought it was terrible."
"You can't handle that and you want to appear on TV? You'd better give up."
"It's just that I didn't expect this. Look at this." I took my phone out of my pocket and showed her the Uniqlo post on Instagram. "This post has over a million likes! It's almost at two million! Their other posts don't even reach 30,000 likes!"
"Wow, that's impressive. Look at all these beautiful won praising you."
"Don't say things like that."
"What are all these notifications?" My mom opened the notifications and saw that they were new followers. "Wow, I didn't even know you had posted photos on Instagram. 30,000 followers? But you only have four photos. Wow, they all have so many likes."
"Here, give that back." I took the phone from her.
"You could start doing promotions soon. I have a friend who makes money like that."
"I'm not going to do that." I sighed.
I left the room, and my mom followed . She saw all the shopping bags on the table and asked, "Wow, what's all this?"
"I bought so clothes for myself."
"You finally decided to spend so money? Hahaha."
"Yes, yes. You should spend so too."
"I already told you, I have enough money. Here, let see those clothes."
I showed all the clothes to my mom, then went back to my room.
I checked my email before taking a shower and saw that I had received two emails—one from Mr. Kuroda and one from the Shonen Jump editor nad Kenji.
I sat down in front of my computer to read them.
Kenji's email was about Dragon Ball, of course. He scheduled a eting at a café in downtown Tokyo for tomorrow, Monday. I replied saying I would be there, and then I read Mr. Kuroda's email.
He praised the final volu of Overlord—a lot.
He also felt that the ending was a bit rushed, but the writing was so good and engaging that people probably wouldn't mind much.
And regarding how the story ended? He felt it fit well with the rest of the narrative and didn't think anything needed to be changed.
He ended the email by thanking for the good work and saying he wanted to continue working with in the future.
My reply to the email was, "Don't worry, I'm already finishing the second volu of Oregairu and I plan to start a new work soon."
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