The street lights on the street are brightly lit, and the lights in various shops on both sides make the Mingdong at night a real Mingdong.

It is not inferior to the crowds during the day, and it even looks more lively. The various snacks on the street are colorful and make people salivate.

Li Xuehao and his group had just finished their meal, so they would not be tempted by the snacks on the street, so shopping became the biggest fun for the group.

As a fashion street in Seoul, Myeongdong is like a chess board. Alleys of all sizes are distributed around this kilometer-long main street. On both sides of these roads, various high-end brand stores, clothing, footwear, electrical appliances, groceries and cosmetics are densely packed.

Almost all large shopping malls and department stores and various stores are equipped with Chinese-speaking clerks. This alone shows where the most powerful consumers come from.

Not only that, Chinese signs can be seen everywhere on the neon lights on the roadside. If you remove the Korean language, it almost makes people think that this is not in South Korea, but on the streets of a bustling city in China.

With Li Meixi, a local, everyone will not go astray. As they enter one shop after another, there are more and more bags on everyone's hands, which has become a bloody shopping trip.

Li Xuehao is the most leisurely one. I don’t know if everyone is reluctant to let go of the things they just bought or have a tacit understanding. No one handed him the bag on his hand.

Of course he was happy and relaxed, but he was also a little boring. For girls, shopping was an exercise that could forget all their worries, and for him, it was much boring.

After walking for a while, perhaps seeing that he was not in high spirits, Chiba Xiaoshuhe leaned closer and whispered: "Koji, if you are tired, go back and rest first."

"No, Sayuri, I'm not tired." Li Xuehao knew that she was a tactful statement, but in fact it was equivalent to saying that if you were bored, you could do what you like. "It's better to buy things first, and when you go back, you will notify me and I'll take a look around."

"Okay." Chiba Xiaoshuhe agreed.

Li Xuehao left alone, even the clingiest Yuko Sawai didn't care about him for the time being, because she had long been lost in the dazzling array of goods.

Leaving the large army, you don’t have to follow a dozen girls into stores after stores and be able to move freely. This feeling is indeed a little easier.

Myeongdong at night is more lively than during the day, and the streets are full of people. Li Xuehao is just an inconspicuous member of it. He treats himself as an ordinary tourist and will not be bored.

Myeongdong's streets and alleys are well connected. As he walked, an extremely lively place in front attracted his attention.

He walked over and found that among the crowds on the inside and outside, five or six girls in short skirts and short-sleeved T-shirts were dancing hot dances. There was also a man holding a microphone next to him. He seemed to be the "emergency" on the scene.

The girls who danced hot dances are not old. Although they all wear exquisite makeup and are relatively thick, they can be seen that they are in their early 20s on average.

After just one look, Li Xuehao understood that this is a kind of "streeting show", not as professional as the group of Mashima Junhei who I saw during the day.

Despite this, it attracted the attention of tourists on the street. Judging from the onlookers on the inside and outside, they were warmly welcomed.

There is a reason for this. The dancing girls are all beautiful, but their youthful age and cool clothes, just their beautiful figure makes them a beautiful landscape.

Most of the people watching are men, and there is no doubt that although there are women, there are relatively few.

Li Xuehao didn't have any vulgar thoughts. He just simply admired him, but after watching it for a while, he planned to leave.

When he turned around and went out, a figure rushed straight up. Because there were people on both sides and behind him, Li Xuehao did not avoid it and was hit by the other party.

He did not move at all, but the other party was directly bounced out by the rebound force and fell to the ground.

"It hurts so much!" A crisp female voice came. It was a girl, rubbing her head and thrusting into pain.

"Zhimi, are you okay?" Another figure came over and helped her up, and asked with concern.

"I'm fine." The girl who fell shook her head, and there seemed to be a slight concussion. She raised her head and stared at the "culprit" in anger, "Hey, you hit someone, shouldn't you say sorry?"

"I'm sorry?" Li Xuehao frowned. This was a girl wearing heavy makeup, about the same age as the dancing girls surrounded by the crowd, but the villain complained first. She obviously ran into him on his own initiative and actually asked him to apologize. Could it be a fuss?

This is definitely not a malicious speculation, because the other party was going to hit him on purpose just now, and Li Xuehao is sure of this.

"Didn't you say it, did I say it?" the girl glared at him fiercely.

Li Xuehao felt more and more that he might have encountered a person who was hitting the game. Judging from the other party's unyielding attitude, he should discuss the issue of "compensation".

"Zhimi, let's forget it if you're okay." The companion who helped her up was also a girl. She didn't seem to have colluded with her companions, otherwise she wouldn't have said such words.

"You can't just forget it. You know, I was knocked down." The girl refused to let go, and her companions around her stopped talking and stood quietly aside.

Only then did Li Xuehao realize that her companion was wearing a pair of black-framed glasses and not wearing too much makeup, but gave people a refreshing and clean feeling, especially when he looked familiar with the other person's appearance.

If he had met someone, he would never forget it, but he was sure that he had never seen this girl with black-framed glasses, but why did he feel familiar?

"Hey, don't you apologize?" The girl who was trying to get the slap at him, looking like she didn't want to let him go. "Shuzhen, if he doesn't apologize, please invite more than a dozen Taekwondo seniors who set up stalls in our school nearby."

Shuzhen?

Li Xuehao automatically ignored her words, but the name made him feel moved. He looked at the girl with black-framed glasses carefully and finally understood why he felt familiar with him when he looked at the other party, because her appearance looked a bit like Shujia, the second daughter of Xiaai, and with her name, wasn’t this the eldest daughter of Xiaai, Shuzhen?
Chapter completed!