"Hey buddy, we look so alike."
The refined person on the bus who looked like Zhao Xuan spoke, his eyes full of curiosity: "My name is Zhao Lei, and you?"
"My name is Zhao Xuan." Zhao Xuan exhaled a sigh of relief, thinking: At least it's not the same name.
"My name is Wang Xuan." The young man sitting in the passenger seat, who looked like Wang Lei, smiled and said.
Wang Lei: "My name is Wang Lei. Seriously, we must have some fate. My friend is named Zhao Xuan, your friend is named Zhao Lei, you're Wang Xuan, and I'm Wang Lei..."
As he spoke, the few people felt something was off.
First, Zhang Manyao pointed at herself, then at Gu Wenqian, asking the three girls sitting in the back of the car: "I'm Zhang Manyao; she's Gu Wenqian. What about you two?"
"I'm Gu Manyao." The woman on the bus who looked like Zhang Manyao was silent for a moment, unbelievably saying, then pointed to the one who looked like Gu Wenqian, "She's Zhang Wenqian."
