Living for twenty-three years, Xu Chengyang never expected that the idol he had been a screen-licking fan of for five or six years turned out to be his senior schoolmate. Could this mean he might become the next Fu Weiheng in the future?
Thinking of this, Xu Chengyang couldn't help but burst into laughter. The abrupt laughter caused the other classmates in the lounge to look over, silenced and curious.
Mr. Xu, oblivious to everything, excitedly stepped forward, carefully grabbed the hand of the esteemed violinist God, and earnestly said, "Senior brother! I am your ninth junior sister!"
Fu Weiheng: "..."
Everyone: "..."
