Liu San instinctively reached out his hand.
Responding with a bit of a hometown accent and nervousness, "Liu San-er~."
But after saying his name, he suddenly froze.
His expression became instantly dazed, the entirety of him stiffened in place.
His eyes were fixed on the young man in front of him, still with a gentle smile.
His gaze surging with disbelief...
and a dizzying feeling hit by the truth.
"Fang... Fang Qingyu?"
Liu San's voice was very dry, almost out of tune.
"It's me."
Fang Qingyu's smile remained calm.
"Oh my god! Thunder God! Fang Qingyu!!"
Beside him, a man who had been holding back now had his eyes bulging wide, gasping in surprise.
The sound exploded in the empty corridor.
Shaking even himself.
This exclamation was like lighting a fuse.
"He is Thunder God Fang Qingyu?!"
"My goodness..."
"That Arctic Front... Fang Qingyu?!"
Instantly, the corridor was abuzz.
