And in that instant, Weibo exploded.
"Holy shit, Zhang Fan, isn't that Zhang Fan?!"
"Hahahaha, instant noodles! Is he some clown sent by the monkey king? Squatting outside the Music Hall eating instant noodles!"
"Not gonna lie, the way he eats instant noodles really does look like…"
"Tsk tsk tsk, so this is how he 'attends' a concert? That posture is really something new."
"@Shui Lan, Blue God, get out here, front row to watch the show."
Meanwhile, Shui Lan was looking at this scene and practically blooming with laughter.
"Assistant, where's my breakfast?" Shui Lan shouted.
"Lan, didn't you say you weren't having breakfast?" The woman sitting on the sofa organizing files asked.
"I'm eating, I have to eat! Hurry up and have the kitchen set it up." Shui Lan said.
Then he ran back to his room at top speed and pulled out his long-dusted camera.
Hehe, instant noodles?
Trash, I'll show you what a successful person's breakfast looks like.
