Zhou Yu shivered, afraid that the dancer would make a move on him, and quickly shook off the other person's hand.
Who knew, when he turned around, it was a little girl with a ponytail, wearing a princess dress, with an innocent face, who said to him, "Hey."
Zhou Yu remembered, this was the little girl Sara who had handed him a signed photo and begged for his autograph at the competition, but was refused by him.
Why hasn't she given up and come again?
Zhou Yu waved impatiently, "I told you, I don't give people autographs. Sorry."
Who knew, the little girl continued to insist in broken Imperial Chinese, "Hey, this time I'm not asking you for an autograph, I want to ask you if you could help me get an autograph from the Xihe Goddess?"
Zhou Yu's expression suddenly became as colorful as if a seasoning jar had been overturned: "..."
This little girl used to chase after him calling him "Rain God."
Now it's just a simple, blunt "hey."
