There was only one way to find out what exactly Xie Mi was doing: get in line.
The place was so packed that if they tried to force their way in, people would probably take them for rude line-cutters and turn on them.
So they joined the queue.
"Most of the people lining up seem to be parents with children," Liu Woxing observed, still paying close attention as they waited.
Lai Bingxuan glanced around. "You're right. Why are there so many kids?"
Qiu Chengye scoffed. "Her fans are all little kids. I bet everyone who likes her is in elementary school."
[? How come I didn't know I was an elementary schooler?]
[Watching this show is great. The more I watch, the younger I get.]
[So what if we're elementary schoolers? What's wrong with that? Does Qiu Chengye have a problem with the future of our nation?]
As they shuffled forward, they finally drew close to the truth at the center of the crowd, only to spot a little stall beside the queue.
The stall was stocked with snacks and drinks. Everyone who reached this point bought something before continuing to wait in line.
"These..."
Liu Woxing trailed off.
Matcha chocolate, matcha cake, chips, cola, and even sunflower seeds.
That assortment looked awfully familiar.
[Aren't these all Teacher Xie's favorite snacks?]
"You..."
Xu Shuangrong also trailed off, but her gaze was fixed on the vendor.
The vendor wore a mask, sunglasses, and a hat, hiding his face completely. But that familiar jacket, height, and bearing-wasn't he obviously...
"Shen Yeqing?!" Lai Bingxuan recognized the jacket as the one Shen Yeqing had been wearing that day.
"Why are you here?!"
At her shout, the nearby visitors instinctively looked over.
The thoroughly concealed vendor merely raised a finger to his lips, signaling for