The leader of the society was a tall, thin, long-legged young man built like a bamboo pole. He had a mature face but was deliberately dressed up like a college student who had been retained in college numerous times.
He had a DSLR around his neck and saw Zhang Zian and Zhuang Xiaodie from the corner of his eye. He gave the boys near him a look. They stopped fanning the girls who were working hard with the costumes and stepped forward to surround the two.
"How come you are here now? Everyone has been waiting for you!" said the leader, who was a big man. He looked Zhuang Xiaodie up and down. "However, your costume and make-up are on point, so it is fine that you are a little late. No one will blame you. Hurry and go pose!"
Zhang Zian was overwhelmed with what he heard.
He looked at the young man carefully and felt that his face was familiar, but he still couldn't name him.