Chen Shi'an had no idea why girls took so long in the restroom. They had been gone so long that he thought they might have fallen into the toilet.
With nothing to do while he waited, he took out his phone and snapped some photos around the viewing platform.
Fat Ink, who loved having photos taken, immediately climbed out of the bicycle basket to pose.
The cat sat on the wooden railing like a black stone lion.
Chen Shi'an bent over, phone in hand, looking for angles and compositions to photograph the cat. Quite a few tourists looked over curiously.
"Young man, did you bring this cat?"
"Yes."
"Oh my! Now that's something you don't see every day."
The middle-aged tourist looked at the cat, then at Chen Shi'an, and suddenly stared at him. "You look so familiar-oh! I remember. Aren't you that high school student who practiced the Eight-Section Brocade online?"
"You know me, ma'am?"
Chen Shi'an was a little surprised. That video had already reached 490,000 likes, though as time went on, its numbers had pretty much stopped growing.
In the internet age, people encountered a dizzying amount of information every day. The handsome man or beautiful woman they saw in one video would be forgotten by the time they finished the next. Besides, he wasn't some major internet celebrity. Apart from his schoolmates, who all recognized Chen Shi'an, very few people recognized him when he went out.
"It really is you! I even saved your video. I was planning to follow along and learn when I had time."
"Really? How's that going?"
"I've been busy and haven't had time to practice-"
The older woman smiled sheepishly. It was her first time meeting someone from the internet in real life, and she looked quite excited. She called over