"Oh, Nantian. He's really popular right now." Guo Yujie said, biting down on her disposable chopsticks, then went back to eating.
I kept eating as I watched, too.
My little sister had added several shocked and grimacing emojis as the caption for the video.
It was obvious she found the whole thing novel and amusing.
Toward the end of the video, some of the crowd moved along with the vehicle.
One of my sister's classmates tugged her along, helping her squeeze into a good spot where she could film the van.
The window rolled down, revealing a familiar face—the big star Nantian, the one you could see in all kinds of advertisements.
Nantian waved and smiled at his fans, drawing even louder screams.
The noise annoyed me, and I was about to mute the video when the shaky footage caught the person sitting beside Nantian.
The man wore a faint, knowing smile. He glanced out the window, then said something to Nantian.
Nantian smiled, turned his head to reply, then kept smiling as he waved to his fans again.
The video ended.
"Qi-ge?" the Skinny asked, looking at me strangely. "What are you staring off into space for?"
I looked up blankly at the four of them, then lowered my head and dragged the progress bar back to look at the man.
He was rather ordinary-looking, with regular features. He couldn't compare to Nantian, sitting beside him.
He looked mature, around thirty years old. His looks were unremarkable, but he seemed confident and charismatic.
I must have been staring at the screen for a long time, because the Skinny and the others leaned in to take a look.
"Huh? Isn't that... that..." Guo Yujie tapped her chopsticks together, then said, "Mo Wen. Right, his name's Mo Wen."
"Mo Wen? What