"I... I really like you. I'm your fan." Ji Zijian blurted out in one go.
"Thank you for liking me." Lu Xingzhi said with a smile.
What to do?
The goddess is so beautiful, so gentle.
I like her even more.
Finally, Ji Zijian said, "Little Zhi Liao, can you give me an autograph?"
"I can, I can, but where do you want me to sign?"
"On the clothes, sign on my clothes." Ji Zijian always carried a pen inside his shirt. He took off his school uniform and let Lu Xingzhi sign on his white T-shirt.
Lu Xingzhi didn't hesitate and signed her name on his clothes.
Then she looked at the other students, "I can't sign too many. I don't have much time. How about we take some photos?"
"It's okay, dear. Next time, when you release your piano album, we'll line up for your autograph with the album." Even though they felt it was a pity, they all understood.
"Right, right, just a few group photos will do." Although the students were young, they were well-read and understood the situation.
