At the venue, Fang Zheng also met quite a few acquaintances---and that's natural, considering he is the organizer. Fang Zheng certainly wouldn't let his own people squeeze in line with that group of deadbeat otakus to wait for admission. So he specifically gave everyone he knew in this world an internal ticket, allowing them to directly enter and prepare their stuff without having to endure the harsh sun outside. After all, for some races, this is just unbearable…
Like a certain vampire…
"Phew… Mr. Fang Zheng, thank you very much."
Seeing Sophie sitting in a chair looking like a corpse, Fang Zheng couldn't help but twitch an eye. Okay, she is a vampire, and attending a comic convention under the blazing sun is indeed hard for her, but still…
"Gabriel, what kind of nonsense are you up to?"
Seeing Gabriel leaning against Sophie, looking similarly lifeless, Fang Zheng didn't understand what was going on. Sophie is a vampire, so what's with you, an angel, acting half-dead here?
