Du Yue completely saw the appearance of the young man in front of him.

He wore a huge hat with a long thin black curtain behind it. He was dressed in a black T-shirt and shorts that revealed long, white, shapely calves and part of his thigh. This is a distinctive Japanese look. His clothes are made up of three colors: black, gold and red.

This is not... the Scaramouche from the XX game?

But... Isn't this guy too good looking? Is he some kind of star? Since when does showbiz have a character like that? I usually watch the news. Why didn't I know that? No, what's a celebrity doing in a place where birds don't take a shit?

Du Yue looked at the smile of the person in front of her. He was startled for a moment and then began to wander again.

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Then he saw the man in front of him blink slowly. And then he maintained that dazzling smile that suddenly closed the distance.

Close amplification of beauty pulled Du Yue's sanity.

He came to himself at once. Then he lowered his eyes and leaned back against the tree trunk. The expression on his face collapsed. He opened his mouth and let out a long, visible breath of relief.

"Hu... It scared the hell out of me! Bro, if one person scares the other person it can scare you to death, you know that? It's terrible to have someone talking in this desolate, deserted place. But when did you get here? Why don't I hear anything? Are you playing cosplay? You are so reductive! I can't believe you even dyed your hair. And your clothes, they must be expensive. I almost thought you were the real Scaramouche. By the way, bro, you're so good-looking. Are you a star? Why haven't I heard of you?"

Scaramouche had already sat down and listened as he sped through a lot of words.