Li Xiuming, a university classmate.
The two of them had a good relationship—at least they shared the "Three Iron Bonds" of friendship: staying up all night together, failing exams together, and sharing meals together.
However, Tang Yu almost didn't recognize him. In his memory, Ming was quite refined and gentle, with longer hair than he had now. But at that moment, Ming appeared neat and sharp.
It seemed as if they hadn't seen each other for many years.
In reality, just before the apocalypse erupted, they had met at school. But having gone through the life-and-death experiences of the apocalypse, it felt like several years had passed. Seeing that familiar face again, Tang Yu couldn't help but reminisce about the campus life before the apocalypse, which was filled with youth and scholarly air.
"Come on, come on, by the looks of it, you've just arrived in Lindong. Let me take you out to clean off the road dust."
