ID photos don't allow heavy makeup, and besides, Qiguan Yuan doesn't need to alter his face.
So it was just a simple hairstyle to prevent his facial features from being obscured when taking photos.
Pei Yubai snapped out of his reverie of Yuanyuan's beauty just as his phone vibrated.
It was he who arranged the car.
The car was parked at the entrance of the film studio. It was a black minivan, and anyone familiar with cars could easily recognize it as a Maybach S680 Pullman.
The driver stood by the car door and saw Pei Yubai and Qiguan Yuan get out, then opened the back door.
Qiguan Yuan looked at the large box for a few seconds, then bent down and sat inside. Pei Yubai followed behind him and sat down next to him.
The car door closed, the light inside dimmed, and the seats, made of genuine leather, were very soft; Qiguan Yuan's body sank into them slightly.
It's alright, quite comfortable.
The car started moving, and the scenery outside the window changed from white walls to rows of trees lining the street. The trees swept past the car window, one after another.
Qiguan Yuan watched for a while, then looked away.
The car was faster than he could walk, but slower than his magic.
If you don't use magic in front of outsiders, this big box is indeed a good choice, saving you the trouble of doing it yourself.
Pei Yubai turned his head and glanced at him. " Yuanyuan, are you sleepy?"
Qiguan Yuan shook his head.
But when Pei Yubai asked him, he replied, "No. I just think this thing is quite nice to sit on."
Pei Yubai's lips twitched, as if he wanted to explain that it was a car, but then he thought he would explain it to him later, so he remained silent.
The car arrived at the place where the business was being conducted; it was a gray building.
Pei Yubai got out of the car first, followed by Qiguan Yuan.
The assistant was already waiting at the door, holding a file folder filled with various materials, a thick stack of them.
He nodded to Pei Yubai and led the way.
The corridor inside was long, with light-colored tiled floors that reflected the light.
Qiguan Yuan's shoes made a very soft sound as they stepped on it.
They entered a room with a table in it, and behind the table sat a man in uniform.
The person paused for a moment when he saw Qiguan Yuan, then quickly lowered his head and typed a few words on the computer.
Then proceed according to the procedure.
When the portrait was being taken, he sat in a chair with a white wall in front of him.
The photographer told him to look at the camera, he did, and then told him not to move, so he didn't move.
He pressed the shutter a few times, the flash went off once, Qiguan Yuan blinked.
The age column says 26 years old.
Pei Yubai watched the staff typing without making a sound.
Qiguan Yuan looked over, but he didn't explain.
Oh right, saying it's tens of thousands of years old doesn't seem quite right.
The name field reads Qiguan Yuan.
The staff member looked up at him, then at the screen, and typed the words in.
Actually, she is Xiao Yuan Grains.
It's just that it's working hours now.
Waaaaah.
Yuanyuan is so beautiful.
The process was faster than he had expected.
The staff told him that it would take several business days to receive his ID card.
Qiguan Yuan nodded, indicating that he understood.
He wasn't really sure how long "a few working days" meant.
After leaving the gray building, Pei Yubai did not get into the car immediately.
He glanced at Qiguan Yuan and finally decided to take Qiguan Yuan to buy some things.
They completely forgot that the viewers in the live stream were still waiting for them.
Qiguan Yuan followed him, and the two walked along the street.
The street is lined with shops selling all sorts of things.
Qiguan Yuan glanced at the shop signs, showing little interest.
Pei Yubai stopped in front of a small stall.
The stall wasn't big; it was covered with a dark velvet cloth, on which were displayed some small items: silver ornaments, wood carvings, and braided ropes. Pei Yubai's gaze fell on something in the corner.
They were a pair of small, silver bells tied to a red string.
The bell has intricate patterns on its surface, which shimmer in the sunlight.
He picked up the bell and placed it in his palm. The bell jingled and made a very soft, crisp sound.
Qiguan Yuan looked at the bell in his hand. "You want to buy this?"
Pei Yubai did not answer, but handed the bell to the stall owner.
The stall owner was an old man with gray hair. He took the bell, wrapped it in paper, and put it into a small cloth bag.
Pei Yubai paid the money and clutched the small cloth bag in his hand.
Qiguan Yuan assumed he liked the item, and seeing that he had nowhere to store it, he simply took off the Dust-Settling Red Cord and hung the small cloth bag on Pei Yubai's wrist.
The two strolled around casually, and the streets gradually became more crowded.
Someone paused as Qiguan Yuan walked past, turned to look at him, and then looked at him again.
Qiguan Yuan did not notice.
Pei Yubai noticed this, so he walked over to Qiguan Yuan and blocked the man's view.
But the number of people is increasing.
Some people stopped when Qiguan Yuan passed by, some came out of the shops, and some crossed the street.
A young woman in a white T-shirt held up her phone, pointing the camera at Qiguan Yuan. She tapped the screen several times, turning the camera on and off repeatedly.
"Is it Yuanyuan? It must be Yuanyuan!" Her voice was loud, and everyone around turned around when they heard her.
A young man stood by the roadside, carrying a bag of groceries. He had only glanced at it casually at first, but once he saw it, he couldn't look away. "Holy crap! Yuanyuan!"
His mouth was open, and the bag of vegetables in his hand slid down a little. He quickly caught it, his eyes still fixed on Qiguan Yuan.
People peeked out from behind shop windows, others looked down from second-floor windows, and the crowd slowly gathered from all directions, as if drawn by something.
Someone recognized Pei Yubai in the crowd and called out " Pei Yubai " in a low voice, but everyone around heard it.
The crowd stirred slightly, and people held their phones up even higher.
Pei Yubai his arm around Qiguan Yuan's arm and pulled him a little closer to him.
The crowd began to approach, not quickly, but getting closer and closer.
Some people took two steps forward, while others jogged over, accompanied by shouts.
The sounds blended together, creating a buzzing wave.
A man pushed his way up from the back of the crowd, his face flushed red and the veins on his neck bulging.
His mouth was agape, and his voice ripped from his throat, sharp and loud, sounding like it was split in two. " Yuanyuan! I love you!"
The sound was very loud.
Qiguan Yuan's gaze shifted over, and the person was still shouting, his mouth opening and closing.
Before Qiguan Yuan could react, Pei Yubai, his face dark, pulled Qiguan Yuan Qiguan Yuan him, blocking him completely.
He reached back and grasped Qiguan Yuan's wrist. Qiguan Yuan's wrist was very slender, and Pei Yubai's fingers could encircle it.
Pei Yubai nodded to his assistant.
The assistant understood, squeezed through the crowd, and ran to Qiguan Yuan's side. " Teacher Qiguan, this way."
Qiguan Yuan glanced at Pei Yubai.
Pei Yubai released his hand from his wrist. "You go first, I'll be back in a bit."
The assistant tugged at Qiguan Yuan's sleeve and ran in another direction.
Before Qiguan Yuan could react, his legs were already running after his assistant.
The crowd chased after them, some shouting " Yuanyuan, don't run!", some shouting "Wait for me!", and some saying nothing at all, just running after them.
Qiguan Yuan turned around and glanced back.
The crowd was huge, numbering in the dozens. The young women running at the front had flushed faces and their hair was a mess from the wind. They ran and shouted as they went.
Qiguan Yuan looked at the people chasing after him, somewhat bewildered.
He hasn't been pursued by anyone in a long time; the last time was a long time ago.
That time, he stole a magical herb from the God of Agriculture and was chased by the God of Agriculture all over the upper realm.
Qiguan Yuan watched the people frantically chasing him, his ears unconsciously popped out.
The ears are turned to the sides, with the tips drooping down and close to the hair.
I've been so scared I've developed airplane ears.
Qiguan Yuan's body reacted faster than his brain; in just a moment, he retracted his ears.
The assistant felt his grip loosen as Qiguan Yuan's sleeve slipped from his fingers.
He turned his head, Qiguan Yuan had already run in another direction.
He took long strides, and when he ran, the hem of his robes fluttered.
The assistant opened his mouth, wanting to say, " Teacher Qiguan is running this way," but before he could speak, Qiguan Yuan had already run far away.
The crowd chased after him, no one paying attention to him; everyone was chasing Qiguan Yuan.
The assistant stood there, looking in the direction Qiguan Yuan had disappeared, then looked at his empty hands.
Qiguan Yuan ran into an alley. The alley wasn't deep, and there were several shops inside, with miscellaneous items piled up in front of them.
His figure flashed briefly in the middle of the alley before turning into a side street.
The person chasing in the lead stopped at the alley entrance, panting, and peered inside.
There was no one in the alley, only cardboard boxes piled against the wall and clotheslines hanging under the eaves.
People followed one after another, crowding together at the alley entrance.
Where are they?
Where did you go?
"I clearly saw him run this way."
"Did you go inside the store?"
No, I checked, they don't have it in the store.
Undeterred, the crowd looked back and forth several times, confirming that Qiguan Yuan was truly gone. They stood at the alley entrance for a while before slowly dispersing.
After Qiguan Yuan turned into the alley at the fork, the shouts from behind were blocked by the wall.
The alley narrowed further, with high walls on both sides and only a narrow sliver of sunlight overhead.
He stopped, listened carefully, and realized the sound from the alley entrance was far away.
He raised his hand and lightly traced his fingers in the air.
A crack spread out from beside his hand, turning into the shape of a door.
He stepped inside.
The place where we settled was a corridor.
The floor was covered in light-colored tiles, the walls were painted white, and overhead was a row of fluorescent lights that gave off a cold, white light.
The corridor was quiet, but you could hear voices in the distance, a buzzing sound, coming through many walls.
He stood there for a moment, and unconsciously, his ears popped out again.
Its tail also emerged from under its robes, hanging down behind it with the tip slightly curled.
He glanced down at his tail, but didn't retract it; he left it there.
He turned out of the corridor, and in front of him was a large hall.
The lobby was crowded.
Some wore black robes, some wore white gauze dresses, some wore horns on their heads, and some had wings on their backs.
Colorful wigs swayed in the crowd—pink, blue, purple, green.
Qiguan Yuan stopped and scanned the group of people. He saw one person with a sword at his waist, another holding a staff, and yet another with red markings on his face.
It was obvious that Qiguan Yuan had arrived at a small comic convention.
A girl emerged from the crowd.
She wore a deep purple long dress with the hem trailing on the ground, and a silver chain around her waist with several beads hanging from it.
Her hair was dark blue, tied into two ponytails, with the ends curled up.
A fluffy black tail hung down behind her, with a white tip.
She was looking down at her phone as she walked and almost bumped into Qiguan Yuan.
She looked up, paused for a moment, then her eyes suddenly lit up, and she took half a step back.
"Hello, teacher, your hair... your makeup is amazing!"
She leaned closer, walked halfway around Qiguan Yuan, and carefully examined the area around his ear. "Did you glue this on? It looks so natural, you can't see the seam at all. What brand of glue did you use? Mine always peels off at the edges and falls off after half a day."
Qiguan Yuan looked at her without saying a word.
Her gaze shifted from Qiguan Yuan to his hair. She reached out and touched her own ponytail, then glanced at Qiguan Yuan's hair again.
"Teacher, is your hair fake too? The texture is amazing."
She reached out to touch it, but pulled her fingers back halfway.
She glanced down at the tail behind her, then at the hem of Qiguan Yuan's robe. "Teacher, who are you cosplaying as? I don't recognize you. Can we collect your photos?"
Qiguan Yuan didn't know what she was talking about.
He looked at the girl for a few seconds and noticed that the fur on her tail was sticking up; he could smooth it down by running his fingers along the direction of the fur.
"No, little one, my boyfriend won't allow it," Qiguan Yuan said with a smile.
Qiguan Yuan recalled how Pei Yubai had even made his mother jealous last night, and he clearly could not agree to this girl's request.
The girl paused, then her eyes suddenly lit up. "Teacher! Is your boyfriend nearby?"
The excitement of being able to ship handsome guys up close out of the office overshadowed her desire to collect them all.
Such a handsome young man, I wonder if his girlfriend is also very good-looking.
Before Qiguan Yuan could speak, the conspicuous Qiguan Yuan had already attracted the attention of others.
Which cosplayer could resist taking a picture of such an exquisite cosplay makeup?
The people around were itching to make a move.
It's likely that most of the cosplayers at the anime convention are only interested in their own circles, and this particular convention wasn't even that big.
Therefore, Qiguan Yuan was not recognized immediately.
The girl at first just felt that the beautiful man in front of her was bewitching, even though he didn't seem to be doing it on purpose.
But why does it sound so nice when he calls himself a "little kid"?
It's purely from the fishing school.
Seeing the people gradually surrounding them, the girl shouted, "This teacher shouldn't be from the circle; he's looking for someone! Please don't disturb him!"
Hearing this, the crowd felt regretful, but they still dispersed.
Yes, they are all of very high quality.