Li Hao was not so sentimental. He was chatting with Yoyou. Her concert was the next day; she would be on stage, and she hoped that Li Hao would cheer for her. As her senior, it was only to be his duty.
"Don't be nervous, you're great. Trust me. I will be the one cheering the loudest from below, and so will Zuo Xiaotang. If that guy doesn't give it his all, I'll kick his ass."
Zuo Xiaotang, who was chatting in the same fan group in Tianjing, kept sneezing, as though someone was swearing at him.
"Senior, I'm not nervous. I really want to sing and dance with you, to do what we like together."
"You could challenge me to a fight, but if I sang, I'd make the coffin shop a fortune. As for dancing, I don't know. But I'm good at high jump and long jump," Li Hao chuckled.
"What do you say about spending time together after the show? You'll accompany me in what I want to do, and I'll accompany you in what you want to do, sound fair?"