In their own venue, it’s all soone else’s fans.
The scene was a bit awkward.
After a long while, Sophie Scott took the initiative to ease the atmosphere, "The uncle’s fans are really nurous."
Molly Forest also nodded, helplessly saying, "There’s no way around it, he’s a top-tier manga artist."
The older generation of manga artists are renowned in the industry but haven’t accumulated fa among readers. Among the new generation of manga artists, those who can stand at the top are few, but in terms of sales, influence, fan count, and general appeal, none can compare to Zero.
So, in the circle, everyone acknowledges him as God Z because he has long been deified in the industry.
Thinking of Sophie’s recent new work, Molly instantly bead, smiling as she said to Sophie, "UU, keep up the good work. Draw this new work well, and maybe you could follow Zero’s glorious path and beco a manga artist like him."
"I’m still far from that."
The words were modest, but the slight smile on her face was enough to prove Sophie’s little delight at this mont.
The explosive success of "First Ruins" was sothing she never expected.
If the current popularity can be sustained, this path seems smooth enough to reach the top in one step, establishing a firm footing in the industry, which is not just a daydream but a tangible reality that can be touched at any ti.
"Don’t be modest, UU, you can do it," Isabella Hart also chid in.
Only, behind the sunglasses, there was a fleeting flash of irritation and envy in her eyes.
Being on the sa platform naturally cos with competitive pressure. Judging by the current popularity of "First Ruins," it’s only a matter of ti before it surpasses her works. Having held the top spot in all categories of the girls’ rankings for years, Isabella was naturally unwilling to hand it over so easily.
But there are so polite things she has to say.
Sophie is beautiful, has a great presence, and her future in manga is limitless. Moreover, she is a lady from a prestigious family, so Isabella feels it’s necessary to maintain a good relationship with her.
"Enough about ," Sophie smiled, quickly steering the conversation away, "Isabella, let’s go play gas. Let’s take a few more photos later and post them on Weibo together."
So things Sophie was not unaware of, and with a few words, she navigated around the issue. This little sister-next-door aura made Isabella feel a bit better.
*
Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.
Laura Collins, still not fully satisfied, bid farewell to Nora Scott, joined the signing line, and appeared in the signing area to start today’s work.
As the venue was large and many activities were quite interesting, Nora put aside the idea of leaving and continued wandering leisurely around the manga exhibition. She looked left and right and was even enthusiastically given a candied hawthorn by a staff mber when passing a snack shop.
"The next round of the quiz activity is about to start, is everyone ready?"
"Three—"
"Two—"
"One!"
Passing by the ga area, Nora heard the host’s loud voice. She took a bite of the candied hawthorn, stopped, and looked up at the stage.
Before she could see the person clearly, she saw an object similar to a silk ball coming straight at her. The surrounding people imdiately sward forward, and Nora reflexively reached out her hand, easily catching the silk ball with her sharp reaction ability and decent height.
At the mont of grasping the silk ball, Nora’s small face wrinkled from the sour fruit beneath the candy coating.
After chewing twice, Nora finally swallowed it in one bite, looking at the seemingly sweet but actually bitter candied hawthorn through her sunglasses, her mood indescribable.
"Congratulations, lucky visitor, on becoming this round’s quiz guest. Are you ready?"
The hostess on stage, dressed in a maid costu, enthusiastically asked while holding a microphone.
At the sa ti, people surrounding Nora naturally made way for her, creating a clear path to the stage.
"What quiz?"
Tilting her head, Nora tossed the silk ball in her hand, puzzledly inquiring.
The light enveloped her, casting a faint halo. Her tall stature, elegant deanor, and fair skin made her stand out effortlessly. And her lazy ball-playing gesture and the incongruous cuteness of a candied hawthorn in her hand unintentionally softened her aloofness, making it easy for people to take a liking to her.
Even though she wore a baseball cap and sunglasses, covering most of her face, those close could still tell she seed to be a beauty. So hearing her question, the people around quickly responded.
However, Nora didn’t catch a word they said.
"Looks like you’re here just for fun. Let explain then—"
The hostess, wearing a friendly smile, conveyed her voice through the microphone, also suppressing the cluttered explanations around.
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