Ahead, it wasn't just a simple group of passengers, but a massive, dark mass!

The five-meter-long platform was so dark that the color of the floor was no longer visible.

All the "handsome guys" raised their phones and craned their necks, just to catch a glimpse of the proud face of this disabled man.

Yuan Qingli parked the car skillfully, but had no intention of opening the door, as it was impossible to open.

Yuan Qingli made a token gesture and prepared to leave.

Just then, an idea suddenly popped into her head.

Although she had experience performing on stage at school, Yuan Qingli was still a little shy when facing so many handsome men for the first time.

He turned on the microphone, coughed lightly, and the only sound in the entire carriage was the engine.

"Dear passengers."

Click.

"I am the driver of this bus."

Click.

Yuan Qingli's voice was recorded, and the headlines exploded again.

#The pride of people with disabilities has been spoken out#

The comments below quickly surged, pushing the original second spot on the trending topics list down.

Wow! What a sweet voice!!

It's a shame such a beautiful voice isn't used for singing.

At that moment, a clever guy suddenly slapped his forehead and started a live stream.

The handsome men were filled with regret; why hadn't they thought of that?

Then, everyone flooded into the live stream, spamming comments and fighting for their dignity!

"I would like to ask you all for a favor."

"At No. 58 Binnan Road, at Adai Fruit Shop, there is a delivery order numbered 11. Could you please pick it up for me?"

The comments section exploded.

"Our pride needs help!"

"Her voice is so beautiful, I'm intoxicated."

"Oh my god, what kind of shop is that? I want to go there."

"Ah~ Ah-Dai, listen to that name~ how cute and simple it is. It must be a very special shop!"

Binnan Road, in front of Adai Fruit Shop.

The shop owner was brandishing a green bone knife in front of the counter.

Light blue, dark green, and bright red fruits were peeled, pitted, and packaged into garbage bags.

The shop is small and business is so-so; the owner occasionally has time to browse his phone.

"What a lovely day! Another peaceful day."

As soon as he finished speaking, a series of sounds came from the ground, as if a thousand troops were charging and breaking through the enemy lines.

Feeling the dust falling from above, the shop owner had an urge to pack up and run away.

Was this an earthquake?

In the time it takes to smoke a cigarette, the shop owner's eyeball popped out of its socket.

Is it a market day for disabled people?

Before me lay a dark mass of characters, all so ugly they were appalling.

I get nervous just seeing one or two normally, but now a whole bunch of them have come!

A few customers simply turned around and left, leaving behind a few bills and no change.

The shop owner picked up the eyeball from the ground, stuffed it into his eye socket, and even forgot to wipe the dust off it.

Tears streamed down his face as he was rubbed by the sand.

"It's so offensive, it's really offensive," the shop owner muttered to himself.

"This is the one." Everyone stared intently at bag number 11, wanting a piece of the pie, but no one made the first move.

"Everyone, I think you all want to help our pride deliver this order. To prevent looting and damage, I have a suggestion: let's take turns passing it around until we reach the platform, how about that?"

History has proven that, as long as there is organization, even the most scattered disabilities can unleash tremendous power.

Hundreds of "ugly" people quickly formed a long line, and the organizer, naturally, was first in line.

He pulled a tissue from the table, rinsed it, and solemnly wiped his hands. As if he had obtained a priceless treasure, he held the bag in his palms with both hands, his face full of solemnity, and handed it to the next person.

...

"The world has changed," the shop owner said, still weeping.