In the afternoon, Gao Sijin arrived near Skytree in Sumida Ward. Aside from Skytree, Tokyo also has Tokyo Tower, but compared to the more classic and nostalgic style of Tokyo Tower, Skytree looked more modern and diverse.
The dazzling array of accessory shops and souvenir stores nearby made it hard to choose. In the end, on Yu Qingxue’s recommendation, Gao Sijin browsed around Senso-ji Temple. There weren’t many tourists in the area, and it had a very old Tokyo vibe.
“If the weather is good, you can sometimes see Mount Fuji from the Skytree observation deck.”
“If I get the chance, I’ll definitely go up and take a look.”
Yu Qingxue and Morgana, two beauties, accompanied Gao Sijin on his walk, and during this time, Gao Sijin drew many sidelong glances.
While passing through a pedestrian street, a girl with dyed blonde hair, snow-white skin, and large almond-shaped eyes walked past Gao Sijin. He noticed that when she passed him, her pupils seemed somewhat strange—innocent yet tinged with a hint of eerie horror.
“Hello, is something the matter?”
Gao Sijin asked in Japanese.
“Ah, it’s nothing.”
The blonde girl fled as if escaping, not lingering, her limpid eyes filled with a terrifying obsession that left a deep impression. Gao Sijin felt a sense of déjà vu, but he couldn’t recall her name—it was as if his memory had been tampered with.
After the girl hurried away, Yu Qingxue also gave her back a meaningful glance. The reason she had kidnapped Gao Sijin from Bincheng to Tokyo instead of waiting for him to walk into the trap was all because of a video. In that video, the blonde girl had used Eldest Miss Tsukiyuki Rio’s forbidden lover Gao Sijin at an inn, but the blonde girl’s face had been pixelated, and even with future technology, it was utterly impossible to restore her original appearance.
Just now, the blonde girl who walked past Gao Sijin had the exact same figure as the girl in the video.
“What’s wrong, Qingxue? Is she an acquaintance of yours?”
“There are choices in everything, even the truth is no exception. That girl is getting too close.”
No doubt Tsukiyuki Rio, who was secretly tailing Gao Sijin and peeping at his every move from the shadows, had also seen that blonde girl just now.
It probably wouldn’t be long before this turned into a bloodbath.
“What’s with the riddles?” Gao Sijin was a bit confused.
“Let’s go, Sijin. Ovinia’s concert is about to start.”
He followed Yu Qingxue and Morgana toward the vicinity of the landmark Skytree.
Because Ovinia’s single had dominated the Chinese and Japanese music charts, fans flocked to her concert in an endless stream, and the traffic was so congested that it was completely jammed. The surging crowds rose and fell like ocean waves, one wave crashing after another.
“This is truly spectacular,” Gao Sijin exclaimed.
“After all, that’s Ovinia.”
“By the way, what nationality is Ovinia?”
“I’m not too sure either.” Yu Qingxue frowned and looked at Morgana.
Morgana, who almost never paid attention to idol gossip, had no way of knowing either. The two of them simultaneously took out their phones to search for information about Ovinia, yet they couldn’t find the hometown of the idol no matter what. In fact, discussing Ovinia’s nationality had become a hot topic in today’s online circles.
People from China insisted that Ovinia must be from China, as she was not only fluent in Mandarin but also spoke Cantonese very accurately, and sometimes even burst out with a few phrases in the Northeast dialect.
People from J-Country believed that Ovinia was definitely a J-Country citizen, her authentic Tokyo accent being the best evidence.
While people from China and J-Country argued endlessly about this, people from Country K had already applied to have many of Ovinia’s singles recognized as cultural heritage.
In truth, Ovinia’s appearance could be described as Asian, and it was also plausible to say she looked European, but considering that Ovinia had almost never sung songs other than Chinese and Japanese ones, most people guessed that she was likely Asian.
Fans wearing outfits with slogans like “Ovinia is Number One in the World” and “Ovinia is My One True Love” blocked the entrance to Skytree.
“Ovinia-chan has arrived!”
Following that fan’s shout, the other fans all turned their gazes in unison toward the distance.
A purple-haired girl stepped out of the van wearing a miniskirt-style maid uniform, her plump thighs tightly wrapped in snow-white over-the-knee socks. She had a petite and agile figure, fair and smooth skin, and her neatly trimmed bob haircut looked smooth and silky. Her facial features were as delicate and flawless as an impeccable doll.
Not only was her singing voice mellifluous and pleasant, but she was also exceptionally beautiful and outstanding. No wonder she was so popular.
“Have you all come to see me again? I thank everyone on behalf of my Master.”
Ovinia almost always mentioned her “Master” whenever she appeared, and the outfit she wore most often was the maid uniform.
Regarding this “Master,” there were many interpretations online. Most netizens thought that “Master” was her affectionate term for fans, a way to highlight her personal image. But some believed that “Master” was a fictional creation of Ovinia’s imagination, because she would always say that her master was very powerful, a Grand Time Mage who saved the world.
Whenever this happened, fans couldn’t help but smile knowingly. Ovinia was as adorably chuunibyou as ever.
“Sijin, do you see her? That’s the legendary Ovinia.”
“She really is amazing…”
Gao Sijin watched as Ovinia walked with light steps toward the stage set up in front of Skytree.
Staff members dressed in black specially cleared a path for Ovinia; otherwise, the fervent fans would have surrounded her completely, leaving her unable to move.
This was Gao Sijin’s first concert. Before this, he had always thought that going to concerts was not worth it, and the fan circles always had some incomprehensible and baffling behaviors, causing him to be somewhat averse to idol chasing.
But now, experiencing the fervor of so many people for just Ovinia from such a close distance, he felt an unprecedented shock in his heart. The stage lights flickered, and behind her was a giant black screen.
It was now four in the afternoon. The concert would last roughly until around nine at night. The ticket price was thirty thousand yen, a fairly standard price, but these tickets were so scarce that they were unobtainable at face value. Some people who wanted to attend Ovinia’s concert had driven the price up to a hundred thousand yen, yet even so, there were still suckers who would buy them.
“Damn, you need a ticket to attend a concert?”
Nearby, a man’s utterly dejected voice rang out. Gao Sijin was at a loss for words; of course you need a ticket to attend a concert.
He looked at the man and found it was an acquaintance, Katakura Hayabusa. He was the personal illustrator in charge of his works. The reason Gao Sijin’s debut first volume had been such a huge success was largely thanks to Katakura Hayabusa.
