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"Don't just yet," Smith said, "What if they win?"
"Good point."
Yu Fei and the past renowned individuals he passed by greeted each other; this was his life.
But this life was an illusion; those relationships were not solid.
He walked down the corridor, with fans on both sides frantically shouting his name, holding jerseys and pens, hoping for his autograph.
Yu Fei had a habit of signing an autograph for one fan in the corridor at every game.
Tonight he randomly selected a female fan.
The problem was, she only had a pen.
"Where would you like me to sign?" Yu Fei asked with a smile.
The woman boldly pushed out her chest, the significant peaks standing erect through her clothes before Yu Fei, "Don't be shy, Frye."
The surrounding crowd started to egg them on; Yu Fei's numerous gossip tidbits meant many of his quirks were well-known to the fans.
"I'm not the shy one."
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