Lin Feng had kept his itinerary very low-key, but ever since the national team announced its 23-man squad, quite a few domestic fans had been keeping an eye on his movements.
By the time Lin Feng arrived at Capital International Airport, there were surprisingly quite a few fans waiting specifically for him in the arrivals hall.
"It's Lin Feng! Lin Feng's here!"
"Lin Feng, I'm your fan! Please give me an autograph!"
"Lin Feng, give it your all with the national team! Make sure you crush the Japanese and koreans!"
The moment they saw Lin Feng emerge from the arrivals passage, the nearby fans excitedly surged toward him.
The crowd gathered around Lin Feng, talking over one another as they made all kinds of requests.
Seeing that there were not too many people and that he was not especially pressed for time, Lin Feng decided to accommodate them.
He fulfilled each fan's requests for autographs and group photos, greatly delighting those who had come to meet him. They lavishly praised Lin Feng for his approachable personality.
Handsome, skilled, and with such a good personality—who wouldn't like someone like that?
Even passersby nearby mistook Lin Feng for a huge celebrity when they saw so many people surrounding a handsome young man. They instinctively stopped to watch, while some others joined in simply to see what all the fuss was about.
As the crowd continued to grow, Lin Feng did not dare linger at the airport. After signing autographs for the last few fans, he dragged his suitcase away at a brisk pace, leaving the fans who had rushed over after hearing the news so regretful they nearly slapped their thighs raw.
"Ah, I was just a little too late. If I'd known Lin Feng was really on this flight, I would've