“Ugh…”
As I let out a groan and raised myself up, a hushed silence greeted me.
Naturally, since this was a library, the only sound I could hear was the occasional rustle of paper being turned.
Otherwise, there was just the faint hum of the festival noise filtering in from outside.
“Ugh, I feel like I didn’t sleep at all.”
While my body felt refreshed, my mind was still utterly drained.
Stretching lightly to loosen up, I made my way toward the doodle of an angel drawn earlier.
- “Ah, damn it, my idol is back!”
- “Can’t you just sleep for three more hours?”
- “WTF…”
- “Am I really watching this broadcast to get salt in my wounds?”
- “That’s it. I’m picking up a brush starting today.”
- “^ Only if you’re redrawing your face, pal.”
- “She’s stuck at the main gate lol.”
- “Are you going to meet her?”
- “Might as well see her at the exhibit.”
- “You’d better not.”
- “Do it, and we’re all coming to find you.”
- “Do you even know how many viewers are nearby, lol?”
- “LOL.”
- “She snapped!”
- “This weather really is cursed lol.”
