Chapter Two Hundred and Forty-Two
Li Wenchuan put on his mask. After picking up his sunglasses, he thought about it and set them back down.
He felt that walking out of the hotel fully covered up would only make him look guilty. Better to just wear a mask and dress casually—maybe then no one would notice him. Sometimes, there was no need to be overly confident about one's own popularity.
Like last time, when he and Yang Luo'er had gotten tangled up on the street. There hadn't been many people around, and the passersby who saw them had only looked at them like they were crazy. It hadn't even made the trending searches afterward.
Probably no one would have thought that two of those three lunatics were top stars. Otherwise, what exactly were their fans stanning? It was embarrassing enough through a screen.
After leaving the hotel and stepping onto the street, he was about to check Mealtime spots nearby on his phone when a shrewd-looking middle-aged man approached him.
"Young man, are you sightseeing or looking for food? I know everything around here. I can recommend anything you need." The man rubbed his hands together and dutifully began introducing nearby places to eat and visit.
"That attraction's a bit far. It'll take time to get there, and you might even need to stay overnight. But it's a big place with lots to do, and the tickets aren't too expensive."
Li Wenchuan assumed the man was just soliciting customers, so he didn't say much. If the man could recommend somewhere good, that was fine too. He checked the map while listening. When the man continued pitching tourist tickets, he said, "I'm not sightseeing. I'm looking for somewhere to eat."
The man clapped his hands. "I know that even better. I