After the artistic performance ended, people continued to enter the venue.

For the World Cup final, no literary superstar is attractive. Everyone only pays attention to the game itself.

"Xiao Zhao?"

Zhao Kangming, who was at the guest table, was lightly tapped from behind. He turned around and was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened and he smiled:

"Brother Xiaojun?!"

The man standing in front of him had a big beer belly and was looking at Zhao Kangming with a smile.

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