"Young Master He, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and get in the car!"

Jiang Mian's voice urged him on.

By the time He Yubai came to his senses, Jiang Mian had already gotten into the tricycle and was sitting down.

The driver really felt like he had met two oddball young men that night.

"Oh, okay."

As He Yubai spoke, he took a long stride and squeezed onto the bus.

I have to say, is Young Master He blind?

Jiang Mian thought that although the cushion looked a bit small, it wouldn't be too cramped.

But he only realized it after He Yubai sat down.

Oh my god!

It's so crowded!

Couldn't this car be made a little bigger?!

But he was weak and small, and couldn't squeeze past the other person.

He could only pat He Yubai on the shoulder and say, "Can we change positions? I'm about to be squeezed out!"

The area that can be moved around behind a tricycle is already limited, so having passengers sitting in a staggered arrangement is not ideal.

Because Jiang Mian was on his left, He Yubai could only turn his body to the left and put his left hand on Jiang Mian's back, which was the back of the chair.

With his long arms and legs, he squeezed onto the tricycle, looking like an adult in a stroller.

My body feels stiff and I feel very uncomfortable.

But seeing Jiang Mian's miserable expression, He Yubai found it somewhat amusing: "You chose this yourself, so just bear with it even if it's crowded."

Jiang Mian clicked her tongue and said, "This is a three-wheeled electric vehicle. Don't go so fast, or you'll tip over."

But after saying it, he felt it was too unlucky and spat repeatedly, "I'm on a bus, I shouldn't be saying such unlucky things like a bus overturning."

It's a pity there was no wood on the cart, otherwise he would have knocked on the wood a few more times.

He Yubai: "..."

No wonder they're such foolish college students—naive and easily deceived.

If it were true that words could bring disaster, then everyone in the world would be a prophet.

The surrounding streets were too noisy, and the driver in front of them could not hear what they were saying, only vaguely hearing the word "overturned".

"Don't worry, you two handsome young men! I've been riding a bike for over ten years, it's absolutely safe and secure, there's no chance of it tipping over!"

The driver turned his head slightly, keeping an eye on the road ahead, and loudly assured the two of them.

He truly is a middle-aged man who has always been strong-willed!

In the bustling city, with crowds coming and going, those driving their own cars could hardly move an inch.

Seeing this, He Yubai finally understood why Jiang Mian hadn't let him take a taxi.

So many people, one crop after another, like leeks.

Even though the driver of the car was honking the horn, the car didn't move forward an inch.

That was close! I almost got stuck in the crowd.

This is where the little tricycle came in handy.

Thanks to its small size, the driver skillfully maneuvers his tricycle through crowds, even navigating narrow roads with ease.

Although the master had a great time driving, it must have been tough on Jiang Mian and He Yubai who were riding in the afterlife.

Because it was so crowded, after changing positions, it looked like He Yubai was hugging Jiang Mian.

With a sudden left turn, He Yubai lost his footing and lunged towards Jiang Mian.

At the next intersection, after another right turn, Jiang Mian couldn't resist lunging at He Yubai again, bumping into his chest muscles.

Shit!

What's with this hard yet soft texture?!

After being repeatedly pinned down and thrown onto He Yubai, Jiang Mian finally couldn't help but shout, "Master! Please ride slower! We're not in a hurry!"

"Not in a hurry? You should have said so earlier," the driver said, sounding a little reproachful. "I thought you were in a rush to get back to the hotel. I almost kicked sparks out of my bike!"

Jiang Mian: "...?"

etc?

Something about what he said seemed off.

After slowing down, they drove onto the main road.

The road suddenly became wider, and there was no longer any need for sudden braking or swaying left and right like bumper cars.

At this point, the driver in front started a conversation: "Where are you two handsome gentlemen from?"

This is probably a common characteristic of drivers in all regions: they like to chat with passengers even when there's nothing to say.

“I’m a local, but my friend is from the north.”

He Yubai is, after all, a domineering CEO. It's better for him, the junior, to bring up topics that have nothing to do with him.

"The North is a good place, but it's a pity that the snow is so heavy and thick in winter that it's freezing cold. It's much more comfortable here, with a comfortable and warm temperature all year round."

After a moment of surprise, the driver slowly realized what he meant: "You're from here!?"

“Yes,” Jiang Mian said, puzzled, “Is there a problem?”

"Don't you, a local, know how to get to that hotel? Seeing how good you are at bargaining and saving money, you might as well just ride a bicycle from home and take your friend there."

He Yubai raised an eyebrow and glanced at Jiang Mian, only to be glared back at by him.

"I don't know where the hotel is; the directions from our two navigation apps are different."

"You're a local, why would you need navigation? You could walk there with your eyes closed!"

The master's words seemed so self-evident.

Jiang Mian could only respond with silence: "..."

Nonsense, you've been riding your bike here for over ten years, your sense of direction is definitely more accurate than his!

Jiang Mian knew that the humiliation of "locals not knowing the location of local buildings" was coming, albeit late!

He wanted to explain further, but He Yubai stepped in to smooth things over: "Master, you don't know, he has a terrible sense of direction, there are many places in this town he doesn't know."

"No wonder, young man, how come you have such a bad memory at such a young age?"

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