He is also the next designated leader of Wanbao Pavilion.

"You get up first."

Lu Feiyu stretched out his hand, pulled him up from the grass, and said with a smile:

"We are all classmates, why are you so polite?"

"Kneeling down at every turn, isn't this irritating to me?"

"A signature. I'll give it to you after I get out."

After all, he is the young master of Wanbao Pavilion, and he is so enthusiastic towards me.

Lu Feiyu is not a fool, so he naturally wouldn't reach out to hit someone who is smiling.

Hearing this, Wang Shiyao's eyes lit up, he scratched the back of his head and smiled innocently:

"Am I the first one to ask you for an autograph, idol?"

Lu Feiyu was about to nod, but suddenly remembered the three girls he had met in the elevator after the school competition. He shook his head and said:

"No, you are the fourth."

Hearing this.

Wang Shiyao's silly smile did not fade at all, and he echoed:

"The fourth one is good. It brings wealth all year round. I like it!"

Asking for an autograph is a piece of cake.

Although this signature may be sold for tens of millions of dollars in a few years.

But the most important thing is that Wang Shiyao was able to enter Lu Feiyu's sight in a way that ordinary people would never think of, and leave a deep impression on him.

What if his Wanbao Pavilion encounters a catastrophic disaster later?

Wang Shiyao could also ask for help.

After all, in Wang Shiyao's opinion, Lu Feiyu will definitely grow into the best beastmaster in China and even the world at a rapid speed.

There is no other kind!

By then, there will be no trouble that Lu Feiyu cannot solve.

Of course, just having an impression is not enough for Lu Feiyu to lend a hand.

Friendship is accumulated bit by bit.

Then, Wang Shiyao's expression suddenly turned serious, and he said with a folded hand:

“Since Brother Lu thinks highly of me, then I, Wang Shiyao, am not a stingy person.”

"I will personally deliver the Wanbao Pavilion Black Gold Card to you today."