As the two people came down from the apartment building, a dark gray, ordinary family sedan was parked in front of the building.
The vehicle prepared by the production team wasn't a van; it was just an ordinary car, the kind you wouldn't notice if it were lost in traffic.
Cheng Che's eyes lit up when he saw the driver's seat, and he quickly walked over and opened the car door.
Ning Qing stood on the passenger side, watching him get in. Before getting in herself, she asked through the window, "Can you drive?"
Cheng Che leaned out of the car window, looking somewhat unconvinced. "I'm an experienced driver."
Ning Qing glanced at him for two seconds, opened the car door, got in, fastened her seatbelt, and then placed her hand on the door handle, not letting go.
Cheng Che started the car, turned the steering wheel all the way, and the car slid out of the parking space and onto the community road.
As he drove, he said, "I've had my driver's license for a few months now."
Ning Qing tightened her grip on the car door handle.
"A few months?" Her voice rose slightly. "You dared to drive after only a few months?"
"I'm not a new driver, I drive all the time."
What do you usually drive?
Volvo.
Ning Qing glanced at him, then silently placed her other hand on the car door handle, leaning back as if prepared to jump out of the car at any moment.
Cheng Che caught a glimpse of her action out of the corner of his eye and chuckled, "Are you really that serious?"
"As for..." Ning Qing's tone was very serious.
In the van following behind, Director Zhou sat in front of the monitor, watching Ning Qing's nervous expression on the screen, then glancing at Cheng Che's suppressed laughter, before turning to the staff member beside him and saying, "Include this part; it's too sweet."
President Fang, holding his teacup, leaned over for a look, a slight smile playing on his lips, "A bickering couple, that's what the audience loves."
After driving for more than ten minutes, the car turned into the parking lot of the convention center.
Cheng Che turned off the engine, unbuckled his seatbelt, and glanced at Ning Qing beside him.
Her expression softened from the tension, but her eyes held a mixture of excitement and unease.
"We've arrived," Cheng Che said with a smile.
Ning Qing looked out the window at the long queue in the square and took a deep breath. The queue was very long, with some people dressed in cosplay costumes, some holding props, and some filming videos with selfie sticks.
She watched for a while, then suddenly said, "The last time I came to a comic convention was back in high school."
"You came secretly?"
"Hmm." Ning Qing's tone carried a hint of reminiscence. "I told my family I was going to a classmate's house to do my homework, but I ended up here. I almost got caught when I got back, but luckily my classmate covered for me."
After she finished speaking, she paused, then added in a slightly lower voice, "I debuted later, and never came back."
Cheng Che didn't reply, but he glanced at her.
Ning Qing withdrew her gaze, a hint of tension appearing on her face.
"You really aren't bringing security? What if you get recognized and cause a riot?"
Cheng Che didn't answer, but simply opened the car door and got out.
Ning Qing also got out of the car and stood beside it, watching him walk around to the front of the car.
"Don't you know you're popular?" Ning Qing continued to persuade her, "You're the only superstar in the entertainment industry right now. Comic conventions are full of young people, how could no one recognize you?"
Cheng Che stood in front of her and smiled, "I have a way."
Then he started [ Roleplay ].
In that instant, his shoulders relaxed a little, his back arched slightly, and his whole body switched from the composed stance of " Cheng Che " to the relaxed posture of Naruto.
He shoved his hands into his pockets, tilted his head, and grinned broadly, even the shape of his eyes changing, as if he were Naruto possessed by the Nine-Tails, his eyes turning into fox eyes.
Ning Qing was taken aback.
Cheng Che extended his hand to her, palm up, and beckoned with his finger. "Let's go."
Ning Qing looked down at the hand, then looked up at his face.
The face was still Cheng Che's face, but his entire demeanor had changed from that of a "top-tier celebrity" to "the most common hot-blooded idiot at comic conventions."
She hesitated for a moment, then placed her hand on it.
When her fingertips touched her palm, her face flushed, but she didn't pull them back.
She mentally prepared herself: Hinata is Naruto's wife, so holding hands is normal.
Cheng Che held her hand, and the two walked towards the entrance.
The inside of the comic convention was much bigger than it appeared from the outside.
The exhibition halls are connected, and the main passage is wide enough for five or six people to walk side by side. Both sides are lined with stalls selling figurines, doujinshi, merchandise, cosplay costumes, and everything else imaginable.
There was a dance competition being held on the other side of the stage, with the sound system blasting loudly, and a group of people holding up their phones surrounded the audience.
The air was filled with the smell of popcorn and grilled sausages, along with the buzzing of many people talking at the same time.
Cheng Che led Ning Qing through the stalls, stopping every now and then to take a look.
He squatted down in front of a figurine stall, picked up a small Naruto figurine, examined it closely for a long time, then turned back to Ning Qing and held it up with a smug expression, as if to say, "Look at me."
Ning Qing stood to the side, Hinata's long wig hanging over her shoulders, her lips curved in a smile. She didn't speak, but she didn't urge him to leave either.
She stopped in front of a doujinshi (fan-made comics) stall, flipped through the covers, suddenly blushed, and put the comics back.
Cheng Che leaned closer and asked, "What book?" She shook her head, grabbed his sleeve, and started walking forward.
The riots Ning Qing had anticipated did not occur.
Because no one thought in the direction of " Cheng Che and Ning Qing ".
When a girl dressed Hinata walked over from the opposite side, she slowed her pace and glanced between Cheng Che and Ning Qing twice.
She took two steps, then stepped back, standing in front of them, clutching her phone, looking very nervous.
"Excuse me, could I take a picture of you? Your cosplay is amazing."
Ning Qing hesitated for a moment and glanced at Cheng Che.
Cheng Che grinned, revealing a bright Naruto -like smile, and gave a thumbs up. "Of course, take a good picture!"
The girl nodded excitedly, raised her phone, and took several photos of the two of them.
After the photoshoot, she flipped through the pictures, muttering, "You two are such a perfect match!" Then she looked up and sincerely added, "Wishing you a long and happy life together."
Ning Qing lowered her head, her face flushed red.
Cheng Che replied quite naturally, "I'll bring Boruto over in a few years."
The girl paused for a moment, then burst out laughing, nodded repeatedly and said "Okay, okay," before running off with her phone in her arms.
Ning Qing raised her hand and pinched his waist.
Cheng Che gasped for breath as he was pinched, but the smile on his face didn't stop. He even turned his head to look at her with an innocent expression.
In the distance, two photographers with hidden cameras were crouching behind a merchandise stall, their lenses pointed in this direction.
One of them covered his mouth, laughing so hard his shoulders were shaking.
Another person said to Director Zhou through the earpiece, " Director Zhou, this scene absolutely must be kept."
As the girl left, people around started to notice what was happening.
Some people were taking pictures from a distance with their phones, while others came over to ask if they could take a photo together. Cheng Che agreed to all of them. Ning Qing stood to the side, and her initial shyness gradually turned into a resigned attitude of "whatever, let him be."
But most people just thought "these two cosplayers are so good-looking", and no one really thought of " Cheng Che and Ning Qing ".
How could a top celebrity possibly show up at a comic convention in broad daylight without security?
This defies common sense.
Only one little girl stared at Cheng Che's face for several seconds after taking a photo, then frowned and muttered softly, "You look like someone else."
But before she could decide who she wanted to resemble, her companion pulled her away, saying, "There's an autograph session over there."
Cheng Che watched the little girl being led away, smiled, and turned to Ning Qing, saying, "See, are you alright?"
Ning Qing glanced at him, said nothing, but gently scratched his palm with her fingers.