"What’s that supposed to mean?" Since they’d already arrived, Mia Ginger wasn’t in a hurry and casually chatted with him.
Wine was even younger than she had imagined.
About five-foot-nine in height, a bit tanned, with deep-set eyes, and whenever he spoke, he’d flash two small tiger teeth. He looked bright and cheerful.
Quite different from what she had imagined.
"Stop laughing." Wine couldn’t handle it when he saw her smile. As they walked, he said, "Save the smiles for the book signing later. Ah, little sister, I guarantee you’ll be an instant hit!"
"I’ll borrow your words."
"No need to borrow." Wine said flatly, "You’ve already got a thousand fans here today, you’ll be famous regardless!" Newest update provided by N0veI.Fiɾe.net
"A thousand people?" Mia Ginger glanced at him, surprised.
The publishing market had been sluggish for years. Such book signing events typically only worked for top-notch celebrity authors.
Zuri Ginger only got the chance because of her TV success from the novel adaptation.
Having a few hundred supporters was considered very impressive.
A thousand people, what kind of concept is that?
Their whole academy barely had about four hundred people.
"You bet, and that’s just when I arrived." Wine showed a pleased expression.
He was confident in Wine’s abilities; otherwise, he wouldn’t be so earnest about the signing event.
Still, such results were quite unexpected.
He turned his head again to look at Mia Ginger beside him, and all the previous surprises seemed insignificant.
The two continued talking as they walked to the signing location.
Zuri Ginger was already seated.
Staff voices maintaining order occasionally reached her ears, kind of annoying.
She couldn’t help but glance at the empty seat nearby.
Wine hadn’t arrived yet.
Looking up, the line waiting for his autograph was already more than three times longer than hers.
Who was the main character here?
What she really couldn’t bear was—
Most of the people in his line were young men, quietly holding books, waiting without complaint, with a focused look as if they were waiting for their girlfriend.
Just an old man, right?
She was wearing her prettiest dress, with beautifully done makeup, carefully prepared, yet nobody seemed to notice her.
If only she hadn’t suggested signing with him back then!
Zuri Ginger thought indignantly, feeling a bit wronged. After feeling wronged, she began to ponder something else.
Might be the sleazy uncle she imagined, or possibly a handsome guy like Rowanda Peterson. Everything was unknown without meeting him.
But regardless of an uncle or a handsome guy, this time she helped him out, which counted as a favor, so he’d need to express his gratitude somehow, maybe treat her to a meal or ask for her number, right?
What would she do then?
Directly refuse to vent her frustration?
More friends, more pathways?
If Rowanda Peterson found out, would he be angry?
But him being angry is good; the angrier he gets, the more it shows he cares about her!
Zuri Ginger thought cheerfully, not noticing at all the thousands of fans waiting for autographs had started to stir.
The fan excitement was because of Wine.
Wine had never made a public appearance.