Talking with the young Black man had given Yan Xiao a better understanding of this world.
It was fascinating.
"Should we get in line?" Zhao Zimo suddenly asked.
Yan Xiao looked at him as though he were an idiot. "Are you sure you want to buy something abroad that you could buy back home without lining up?"
Zhao Zimo: "..."
After saying goodbye to the young Black man, Yan Xiao chatted quietly with Lin Fangxin while Zhao Zimo trailed behind them, bored out of his mind.
Not far away,
a huge crowd had gathered, making quite a commotion.
Yan Xiao disliked crowds and wanted to take Lin Fangxin around them and leave.
Just as they were about to go, a burly man in his twenties with a full beard and side-parted hair suddenly called out:
"You're 'Huaxia Liangzi,' right?"
Lin Fangxin looked at Yan Xiao and thought, What kind of lousy name is that...?
"No, you've got the wrong person," Yan Xiao denied.
Of course he remembered the name Huaxia Liangzi. It was his username in Glory of Kings.
"It really isn't you? But you're Yan Xiao, right?" the man asked again.
Instead of answering, Yan Xiao asked, "How do you know that name?"
Since this man could connect his username to his real name, Yan Xiao wondered whether his personal information had been leaked.
Taking that as an admission, the man smiled and nodded. "Here's what happened..."
He explained how he had gotten Yan Xiao's information.
Only then did Yan Xiao understand.
One of Guan Zhiyuan's friends was a member of a professional team's second squad.
They had played together,
and Guan Zhiyuan had told him about Yan Xiao.
This man, Lu Dehua, was the team's operations manager. His younger brother had also taken the Gaokao that year, so