Xu Ruoguang pried open his palm and turned his head around, trying to find the source of his familiarity.
When his gaze shifted to a silvery-grey object, Xu Ruoguang was suddenly taken aback, "..."
The silvery-grey object was... a statue.
That person... looked exactly like the statue?
"Is there some kind of cosplay event today?" Xu Ruoguang asked, dumbfounded.
In Xu Ruoguang's understanding, only those historical figures who had made extraordinary contributions were worthy of being immortalized with statues for people to revere.
Such people... generally aren't alive, right?
"Huh?" Kuang Xin followed Xu Ruoguang's gaze and naturally replied without a second thought, "Of course, there's no cosplay expo... Isn't that Aristotle himself? What, have you been living in Mingguang City for over a decade and never seen him?"
"Should I have seen him?"
"Shouldn't you have seen him?"
"..."
"..."