There were a lot of admirable things about Kris Wu. He was tall and lean but not too thin, with just the right amount of muscle. He had brown hair that screamed “I-just-rolled-out-of-bed-two-seconds-ago” which accompanied his “don’t-talk-to-me” stares perfectly. His walk, the way he slings his school jacket and bag over his shoulder with one hand in his slacks, those piercing dark eyes - such a simple move dominated the hallways. And yet he was the most popular guy in school.