Clang, clang, clang, clang...
An old green train slowly pulled out of the station, rumbling as it accelerated along the tracks into the distance.
Inside one of the carriages, four teenagers sat facing one another. Before them was a small table less than a meter wide, already covered with a pile of tangerine peels, a small packet of goji berries, and a steaming thermos.
Beside them sat an old man in his fifties and a little girl barely over ten.
The four teenagers exchanged glances and sighed helplessly at the same time.
On this kind of older green train, two long benches faced each other, with three people seated on each bench to form a small space for six. Yet there was only one tiny, short table for all six of them to use...
Obviously, the little table in front of them had already been claimed by the old man sitting beside Lin Qiye.
"Good granddaughter, have another tangerine!" The old man peeled another tangerine and smilingly held it out to the little girl across from him.
The little girl shook her head repeatedly, her long twin braids swaying back and forth. "I can't eat anymore! You've already made me eat six tangerines!"
The old man looked troubled as he stared at the tangerine in his hand. After a long while, he sighed and stuffed it into his own mouth. "Can't let it go to waste..."
The four exchanged looks again. Baili Pangpang opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but stopped himself...
Lin Qiye gave the other three a look, and they quietly leaned together to whisper.
"Qiye, why does our dignified Fifth Special Squad have to ride this shabby old green train? Don't other Special Squads fly everywhere in transport planes? Why are we getting