After his impassioned speech, many students held up paper and pens, asking Wang Hao for autographs.
Wang Hao didn't refuse any of them.
Even some mischievous female students claimed they didn't bring paper and asked Wang Hao to sign on their bodies, some in parts that could be easily misconstrued. This left Wang Hao quite frustrated.
To sign or to sign, that was the question.
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"Uncle, could you sign one for me too?"
Ye Zixuan, holding a paper and pen, squeezed in front of Wang Hao and said with a giggle.
Wang Hao looked at Ye Zixuan and said, "Girl, what mess are you adding to?"
Ye Zixuan pouted and pretended to be aggrieved, "Uncle, I'm your die-hard fan. Where have I caused any trouble?"
Seeing Ye Zixuan's pout, Wang Hao immediately lost the battle.
"Alright, alright, alright, I'll sign, okay?"
"Hee hee..."
At that moment, Ye Zixuan's smile bloomed like a flower.
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