Finally, mustering up his courage, Han Xiaoxu took a small step forward and called out to Leng Minghui's retreating back, "Captain Leng, please wait a moment." It was a simple sentence, but it seemed to take all his courage to say it, focused and serious.
Hearing Han Xiaoxu's words, Leng Minghui felt puzzled, turned around, and stared intently at Han Xiaoxu.
Being stared at by his own idol in such a manner, those piercing tiger eyes, Han Xiaoxu felt his heart pounding wildly in his chest, faster than it ever had before; suddenly, he cracked a smile, took out the Polaroid camera, and laughed like a complete fool, "Could I, perhaps, take a photo with you, and maybe even get an autograph?" He blurted out quickly, then anxiously watched Leng Minghui, his smile frozen on his face.
Looking at Han Xiaoxu, Leng Minghui didn't quite catch what he was saying, which left him feeling confused.
