After Du Yu sat down, he took an earbud out of his bag and slowly put it in his ear.
He stared blankly out the window, listening to the quiet music through his earbud, lost in thought.
The monotony of his daily routine had numbed his mind. It felt as though he had not taken a proper look at this bustling world in a long time.
The bus creaked and swayed as it slowly made its way down the road, and an announcement sounded inside.
"Dear passengers, please offer your seats to the elderly, children, the sick, the disabled, pregnant women, and anyone else in need. Thank you."
Just how little faith did this bus have in people's manners, reminding them hundreds of times a day to give up their seats?
Before the bus even reached the stop, the masked young woman suddenly stood up and walked straight toward Du Yu.
Qu Xi's heart jolted. It looked as though they were making their move.
Weaver Girl realized it too and turned to glance at Yingning. Catching her meaning, Yingning stood up as well.
Before the masked young woman could reach Du Yu, Yingning intercepted her.
"Zhang Hua! Might you be Zhang Hua?" Yingning said with a hearty laugh. "We were schoolfellows! It has been so long!"
Qu Xi seemed to understand Yingning's strategy. Weaver Girl must have arranged this in advance.
Whoever tried to approach Du Yu, they would stop them first and ask questions later.
But Yingning sounded nothing like a modern person. Who called a classmate a "schoolfellow" these days?
"I am not. You have mistaken me for someone else!" the masked woman said with a cold snort, trying to get around Yingning to speak to Du Yu.
"No, you must be Zhang Hua!" Smiling, Yingning shifted from