After waiting for five minutes, the bus Lin Yifan planned to take finally arrived. However, this bus was in high demand and suddenly, the originally empty bus filled up with people.
With no choice, Yifan had to wait for the next one.
Another five minutes passed, and the bus came again; though there were still many people getting on, Yifan estimated that he could board this one, so he waited leisurely behind.
Every morning, the race to get on the bus was incredibly intense; it was akin to going to war with every passenger aiming to conquer the fortress they had set in their minds. Hence, there was little order here—everything depended on skill or speed to gain victory.
Facing the chaotic scene, Yifan felt a shudder in his scalp; it was so crowded that one might be squeezed until they pissed themselves.
While everyone swarmed aboard the bus, it was rare to see a beautiful woman as calm as Yifan.
The beauty was standing beside Yifan, with a few people between them.
