"Big brother!"
The first one to rush up was still Mo Yan.
He raised his hands, holding his sword as if it were a precious treasure, with a carving knife resting on the blade.
"—Big brother! Autograph!"
Su Ming'an saw the fake signature that Mo Yan had scratched onto the sword.
"Big brother, you have to sign for me, you don't know how cool you were just now... I've recorded everything you said, and when I get back, I'm going to write down all of your remarks in my little notebook..."
Mo Yan rattled on, holding his own sword like he was offering up some kind of treasure.
Su Ming'an's gaze lingered on the carving knife for a moment, then said, "You want an autograph?"
