The boy in school uniform had just stepped through the car door when he cautiously glanced at Yuan Qingli, fearing that the ugly girl would kick him again.
Seeing that Yuan Qingli remained unmoved, the young man finally felt at ease and stepped inside.
But just one more step, and the Five Finger Mountain, clad in black gloves, blocked the boy's path.
"Again, what?" The pain from that kick hadn't subsided yet. The boy touched the black footprint on his stomach and softened his tone.
"Please insert coins, thank you."
The boy looked astonished: "I already voted."
Yuan Qingli tucked her four fingers together, pointing her index finger at the large eyeball: "That's his."
"As for you, you'll have to resubmit."
"I..." The boy's face turned red with anger, but he was powerless to refute, or rather, powerless to refute.
He glanced at the eyes of the person in the back row, then looked at the steps behind him, and finally gritted his teeth, took out a second coin from his pocket, and put it into the box.
Yuan Qingli started the bus and stepped on the gas pedal with great force, her exaggerated posture startling the two passengers in the back.
Unfortunately, the bus could only maintain a speed of 40 km/h, moving steadily forward—that was its maximum speed.
Fortunately, the city is big enough that buses have a dedicated lane on the far right of the road, so there's not much to worry about traffic jams.
At the next stop, two passengers boarded and were stunned the moment they saw Yuan Qingli.
Yuan Qingli was also slightly distracted. Wasn't this the same delivery guy who checked if someone was a top-tier handsome guy when he delivered his first order a couple of days ago?
The two did not insert coins, but swiped their cards directly.
"Beep, disability card."
Yuan Qingli found it strange that such a healthy ghost was actually disabled. Moreover, the bus voice message was a bit too direct; at least saying something like "care card" would have been acceptable.
Just as I was wondering, the boy's voice came from the back seat: "Damn it, riding in the same car as a bunch of ugly freaks."
Could it be that being ugly grants you a disability card?
Yuan Qingli didn't argue and continued walking.
Next stop, demons and monsters begin to appear, their numbers gradually increasing, occasionally interspersed with various strange "brainless cards," "inexplicable cards," and "socially awkward cards"...
Whispers began to drift from the back row.
At 40 mph, it's not exactly fast.
Yuan Qingli was preoccupied with today's tasks, so she looked down and opened her phone to look for orders along her route.
The noise from the back was even louder. After all, a female bus driver who dares to play on her phone while driving and is also so ugly is enough to make passengers gasp in amazement.
It's hard not to cause a sensation when they're all sandwiched together.
A flash of white light, click!
Yuan Qingli saw someone taking pictures through the rearview mirror inside the car.
I took a picture of a driver; the people here are really quite peculiar.
Looking at her route, Yuan Qingli's brows gradually furrowed. She scanned the area and realized that there were very few fares that she would be passing by. Even if there were, she wouldn't have enough time to get out of the car and pick up the fares.
Yuan Qingli was unaware that her actions had attracted the attention of everyone in the car, some out of concern for her safety, and others out of a warm feeling in their hearts...
Looking at my phone, I slowed down, and the left turn signal ahead started blinking.
Yuan Qingli pressed the horn, and the extra-long whistle had a slightly cracking sound.
The bus rushed across the white line before the red light, nearly colliding with a car going straight in the opposite direction.
"I want to file a complaint," one of the skeletons in the car shouted, but few others echoed his sentiment.
He silently looked around, and before he knew it, the car was full of people with disabilities!
At the next stop, the skull who wanted to complain got off the bus—it seems he was pushed off.
Seeing the number of people getting on the bus, Yuan Qingli was a little stunned. Such a long line, how come they are all so handsome?
Oh, here, all these handsome guys seem to be uglier than the last.
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