Kind Gao Ming had to put in a great deal of effort to explain everything clearly, giving all the Gao Mings on the bus a rough understanding of their current situation.
Each Gao Ming reacted differently to the knowledge that they were trapped in a desperate situation. Their past experiences had shaped them into people with different personalities.
"Actually, there's no need to be too nervous. According to the information I obtained, our original self was ambushed by 'God.' It imprisoned us in separate rooms so we couldn't meet. Normally, we would have almost no chance of coming together. It was this bravest Gao Ming who created an opportunity for us." Seeing that some of them were unhappy with Ordinary Gao Ming, Kind Gao Ming hurried to speak up.
The most ordinary Gao Ming said little. He merely lowered his head with a faint, bitter smile. He knew he was not the bravest Gao Ming at all. He was simply the most ordinary and unremarkable one among them, inferior to everyone else, good for nothing.
"Stop wasting time on useless things." Painter Gao Ming seemed somewhat out of place among this "brood" of Gao Mings. Clutching his paintbrush, he swept his gaze across every Gao Ming's face before finally looking toward the driver's compartment.
"Everyone aboard this Bus heading into the past is Gao Ming. It seems we're the only ones here, but..." Painter Gao Ming suddenly walked up to the driver's compartment and slammed his fist against its glass door. "Who's driving? Is he Gao Ming too? Then why is he the one driving this Bus?"
The Painter's words caught everyone's attention. They all looked toward the driver's compartment, but no matter how they shifted their viewing angle, they could only see the driver's back, never his face.
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