This Bad Luck is Awesome!

’We’re holding hands...’

Her heart was in turmoil. She knew what Chen Mo was thinking.

He said it was so they wouldn’t get separated, but he really just wanted to hold her hand.

She had seen this hand-holding trick online countless times.

But she didn’t resist. Holding hands meant Chen Mo liked her too.

And as Chen Mo held her small, fair hand, her racing heart told her everything she needed to know about her own feelings.

Chen Mo felt her soft, slender hand in his, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

It was an old-fashioned trick, but it worked wonders for a guy and a girl who were into each other.

He understood her bashfulness, and she understood his little test.

As long as the other person liked you back, they would almost never refuse.

If they did refuse, it meant they weren’t interested, and you could consider finding someone else’s hand to hold.

The two walked intimately through the convention hall, stopping to take a few pictures whenever they passed a booth that caught their interest.

"Take a few pictures for me."

Wei Luyao stood next to a girl cosplaying as the support champion Soraka and asked Chen Mo to take a photo of them together.

The Soraka cosplayer was very cooperative, striking a pose with her for Chen Mo.

Of course, Chen Mo didn’t refuse. He took Wei Luyao’s phone and snapped a few shots of them.

’This Soraka cosplay isn’t quite right. It’s not an issue with the costume or her looks.’

’It’s that her figure doesn’t quite live up to the name.’

’Nothing to be done about it. It’s an inherent problem.’

’She could probably pull off a Jinx cosplay, though.’

"Hey, handsome, want a picture together?"

The Soraka cosplayer’s eyes, framed by colored contacts, were fixed on him.

"Sure."

Since he was already here, Chen Mo figured he might as well get into the spirit of things.

He stood next to the Soraka cosplayer and had Wei Luyao take their picture.

From Wei Luyao’s perspective, the Soraka cosplayer was practically glued to Chen Mo’s side.

This made her feel a little sour. She and Chen Mo hadn’t even been that close yet.

A flicker of anger crossed her eyes. ’This cosplayer has no sense of boundaries.’

’I’m deleting the picture I took with her later!’

The second the photo was taken, Wei Luyao took the initiative, grabbing Chen Mo’s hand and pulling him away from the cosplayer.

She was afraid the girl would snatch him away.

"What’s wrong? Jealous?"

Chen Mo grasped her soft little hand in his and teased her deliberately.

"Of course not."

Wei Luyao bit her ruby lip, shaking her head in embarrassment.

She had gotten a little carried away. Looking back, she realized her jealousy had been way too obvious.

"Regretting bringing me to the convention now, are you?"

Chen Mo switched their grip, intertwining his fingers with hers as he joked.

"A little."

Wei Luyao nodded, her pretty face blushing slightly.

She felt Chen Mo’s fingers lacing with hers, a much more intimate way of holding hands.

And she really was starting to regret bringing Chen Mo here. The place was teeming with all sorts of pretty girls.

Because of the subculture, everyone was very open and uninhibited.

She was genuinely worried someone might steal him away.

"Don’t worry. There’s no one in this entire hall prettier than you."

Chen Mo said with a smile, praising her as he led her toward another booth.

Hearing this, an uncontrollably sweet smile blossomed on Wei Luyao’s face.

When other people called her pretty, she didn’t feel much.

But when Chen Mo called her pretty, she felt a genuine, heartfelt joy.

After that, the two of them browsed quite a few booths.

They also took photos with many other cosplayers.

Chen Mo noticed that some of the cosplayers were very clever, using technology to make up for what they lacked in natural gifts.

All it took was a bit of padding.

Even though you could tell at a glance that it was padding, it did a better job of recreating the original character’s image.

"Miss, you’re so pretty! Who are you cosplaying as? Can I get a picture with you?"

Just then, a girl attending the convention saw Wei Luyao and couldn’t help but approach her for a photo.

Seeing this, Chen Mo couldn’t help but chuckle.

’They’re mistaking her for a cosplayer.’

’Then again, the JK uniform she’s wearing today does make her look like a character from an anime.’

’That, combined with the delicate makeup she put on for their date and her own naturally beautiful face...’

’...it wasn’t all that surprising that people would mistake her for a cosplayer.’

"Ah? Well..."

Wei Luyao was slightly taken aback. She was about to say she wasn’t a cosplayer, but when she saw Chen Mo already raising his phone to take a picture, she decided not to explain.

She cooperatively posed for the photo with the girl.

"Miss, can we get a photo?"

"Miss..."

The foot traffic here was heavy. Many others saw her, also assumed she was a cosplayer, and began to gather around.

Everyone wanted a picture with the great beauty.

Chen Mo transformed into a professional photographer, taking pictures for them.

Some guys, seeing such a beautiful "cosplayer," also wanted a photo with her.

"Sorry, I don’t take pictures with guys."

Wei Luyao shook her head at them, bluntly refusing the photo op.

"?"

The guys were instantly confused. This was the first time they’d ever seen a cosplayer at a convention who refused to take pictures with men.

Wei Luyao didn’t care what they thought. She walked over to Chen Mo with a sweet smile.

"Let’s go."

Chen Mo smiled, intertwining his fingers tightly with her soft little hand.

Watching the two of them leave hand in hand, the guys left behind were completely dumbfounded.

’Seriously, dude?’

’You have such a gorgeous cosplayer for a girlfriend, what are you even doing at a convention?’

’Why don’t you just buy her a bunch of costumes and have her cosplay for you at home?’

As they were wandering, Chen Mo spotted that Little Sister Hu Tao from before.

"Hi, your cosplay looks great. Could you give me the link for this outfit?"

Chen Mo smiled, complimenting her first before asking for the link.

"Of course! Add me, and I’ll send it to you."

Seeing a handsome guy complimenting her, a happy smile instantly appeared on Little Sister Hu Tao’s face.

"Okay."

Chen Mo unlocked Wei Luyao’s phone and used her WeChat to add the girl.