[Genshin Impact] Hello, Commission Instructor

Your friend bailed on your invitation to the comic convention, but to make it up to you, she booked a cosplayer to accompany you.

Just as you were about to angrily demand an explanation, you spotted the cosplayer looking bewildered.

It was Xiao with his Primordial Jade Winged-Spear. No wonder he's officially recognized as a beauty. Even his cosplayer was absolutely stunning, and your anger immediately melted away.

What's more, this cosplayer was an exact match for the character, not just in temperament but also in height. Even the Primordial Jade Winged-Spear was forged from solid iron.

You spent a wonderful day with him by your side.

Thanks to your friend's introduction, you got more ways to book the cosplayer.

You had tea with Zhongli in a teahouse, arranged flowers in a salon, and strolled through the flower and bird market. He gave you a Chinese hwamei, though you were the one who paid for it.

The reason was simple: he'd forgotten his money.

You went to an amusement park with Tartaglia, who seemed to have a special fondness for roller coasters, while you only liked simple rides like the carousel.

He was looking for a challenge, which fit his character pretty well. Ugh...

In the end, you settled for bumper cars and the Ferris wheel. See you in the game, Childe.

You fell ill and felt so miserable that you couldn't bring yourself to move in bed. In a daze, you saw Baizhu taking your pulse at your bedside and feeding you bitter medicine.

Though you didn't know why a hired cosplayer was in your home, Baizhu's medicine was so bitter you couldn't think straight.

So, you decided to give up thinking and just enjoy having a doting, motherly man around.

You went to the night market with Itto, where you were both hopeless amateurs at the various game stalls. Your outstanding (not really) gaming skills did you proud in front of him.

Still, you'd rather believe your cosplayer was going easy on you.

But Mr. Sucrose seemed to prefer carrying you through the challenges, dominating at escape rooms and murder-mystery games while earning your admiration.

And you, a sunny, cheerful little deadweight, just wanted to lie flat: