Zhao Yu was walking next to PU Jiayou, his mind filled with thoughts of what might happen later, what props he should use, and how to deal with it.
Suddenly, he heard the man with the walrus moustache call out his name in fluent Chinese. Zhao Yu was dazed and almost sprained his ankle.
"Ah? What?" PU Jiayou was also in disbelief, thinking that he was hallucinating.
"Hurry up and say something!" The man with the walrus moustache shouted in Chinese again,"is Zhao Yu here or not? He's Chinese, Chinese, Chinese Zhao Yu ... Zhi ao Zhao, Yi Yuyu ..."
He didn't expect that guy to even use Hanyu Pinyin.
Tsk tsk ...
Zhao Yu and PU Jiayou exchanged a look. Although they felt that the whole thing was a little out of place, they were still curious.
So, he raised his arm and waved at the other party, shouting,"
"Hmm ... Here! I am, I am Zhao Yu!"