"Of course, of course."
Actually, Zhao Binghao felt embarrassed because he really might have caught the flu, and it was quite serious. The fact that others did this made him feel at ease.
So, ignoring the cold wind blowing in, he opened the back window as well.
As for the driver, he did seem to be in a hurry, and with his good driving skills, he navigated the traffic with ease, weaving left and right, even though the road to Taihe Plaza was congested.
Just as the driver was handling the situation with ease, a white BMW suddenly overtook Zhao Binghao's taxi from the right.
Holy crap!
Because the driver didn't notice that someone was going to overtake him on the right, he quickly turned the steering wheel to the left and then honked the horn frantically to express his dissatisfaction.
The man driving the white BMW was quite pleased with himself. Hearing the horn, instead of speeding away, he braked, blocking the taxi's path. At the same time, he rolled down his window, casually flicked the ash from his cigarette towards the back of the car.
"Go ahead and try to overtake me! Come on, come on!" The BMW driver was shaking his hips so hard that his car was no longer going in a straight line.
If you drive a luxury car and don't flaunt it, you're guaranteed to get struck by lightning. These days, if you have a good car, you can be that arrogant!
"Damn it, they deliberately blocked me! Just because you have a BMW doesn't mean you can be so great!"
The taxi driver was incredibly annoyed, and in his haste, he swerved left and right, but couldn't overtake on either side. There was clearly a large gap ahead, and at 40-50 km/h, it was driving him crazy!
"They were in such a hurry to be reborn just now, and now they're deliberately blocking people. These are the most despicable people!" the taxi driver muttered, but there was nothing he could do about it.
"Master, are you in a hurry?" Zhao Binghao asked, then added, "Actually, I'm not in a hurry."
"I am in a hurry."
How could the driver not be anxious? His own daughter was going through a brain-dead phase, skipping school to chase after her idol. He wished he could sprout wings and fly to Taihe Square.
But Zhao Binghao really couldn't help with this. He was in the car and couldn't help the car fly over, so he could only stare fiercely at the BMW on his right.
Suddenly, Zhao Binghao felt a tightness in his chest and quickly took out a tissue from his bag.
"vomit--"
Sure enough, the moment Zhao Binghao pulled out a tissue to cover his mouth and nose, he vomited. Although he didn't vomit a lot, he did vomit.
That's terrible.
Zhao Binghao frowned. It seemed he was really quite ill; he had even vomited.
At this moment, the skilled and doting driver finally found a gap, overtook a private car, and drove alongside the white BMW.
The driver of the white BMW was annoyed when he saw that the taxi he had blocked had caught up with him. He stepped on the gas pedal hard, and the car lurched forward.
Not to be outdone, the taxi driver shifted into fifth gear and slammed on the gas pedal.
One had a good car, and the other had good driving skills; the two were truly evenly matched, driving side by side on the road.
At this moment, Zhao Binghao was still holding a wad of tissues covered in his vomit. He had originally planned to keep holding the tissues until he got off the bus and then throw them in the trash can, since littering from a car window is a very uncivilized behavior.
However, upon looking up and seeing the BMW driver pointing his middle finger at them arrogantly, Zhao Binghao suddenly twitched and threw the wad of tissue stained with his vomit directly into the BMW.
The BMW driver was taken aback, grabbed the tissue haphazardly, and immediately felt his hands were sticky.
That's absolutely disgusting!
He casually tossed it away.
But the vomit on your hands is impossible to shake off, and you can't just wipe it directly on the steering wheel.
Today was such a fucking unlucky day.
Distracted for a moment, the taxi finally overtook them, leaving the two white BMWs behind.
The BMW owner simply closed the windows in frustration, completely unaware that the HI25 virus, invisible to the naked eye, was spreading and filling his car...
There were no obstacles along the way, but when we got close to Taihe Square, the road suddenly became completely blocked.
The driver parked the car on the side of the road and said to Zhao Binghao, "I'll get off here. If you want to go to the hospital, you can walk through the commercial street. The car can't get through here at all."
Zhao Binghao looked up and, sure enough, the road ahead was completely blocked out; it was just a sea of people. They were all crazy fans waiting for Song Eun-chan, the popular Korean movie star, to appear at Taihe Plaza.
Zhao Binghao had already planned to walk, and when he got off the bus, he took out a fifty-yuan note and handed it to the driver.
The driver didn't push him away and gave him twenty yuan in change.
"The flu is quite severe right now, and there are so many people here. It's best to go to the hospital and get a flu shot," Zhao Binghao advised.
The driver nodded.
He had actually considered this idea before, and since the hospital was right there, it was indeed convenient. The key was that doing this would allow him to explain to his teachers when he returned to school; he couldn't very well say that his daughter had skipped class to chase after celebrities.
He had received a call from the teacher earlier, and she mentioned that the child's mother had taken her to get a flu shot. Once that connection was established, everything made sense.
Zhao Binghao originally planned to head straight to the commercial street after getting off the bus, but he didn't expect the situation to be more serious than he anticipated. It was probably around the time that Korean star came out, and the surrounding area was more lively than a market, with screams rising and falling.
The driver had been frantically making phone calls to try and contact his daughter, while simultaneously standing on tiptoe to search for her.
Unfortunately, there were infatuated girls everywhere, and he had no idea what his daughter was dressed up for, making it really difficult to find her. As for the phone ringing, there was no way he could hear it.
"Oppa's here! Oppa's here!"
One girl exclaimed, and then ten, dozens, even hundreds of girls exclaimed in surprise.
"Aaaaaah! I'm going to die!"
"Oppa, I love you!"
"Oppa is so handsome, I want to give you my heart!"
"..."
Amidst the crowd, Song Encan, surrounded by a dozen bodyguards, stepped out of the car and squeezed towards the square.
Despite being surrounded by his loyal fans, his handsome face, which had undergone countless plastic surgeries and was so striking that it was impossible to tell if he was male or female without careful observation, displayed an expression of extreme impatience and even disgust, and his feet showed no sign of stopping.
In Song Encan's view, these crazy girls were walking ATMs. Whenever he needed money, he could just come to China for a trip.
He doesn't need to do anything, he doesn't need to sing, he doesn't need to interact with fans. He just needs to keep a straight face and a large number of fans will fall for him.
Of course, he couldn't smile right now. He had just had hyaluronic acid injections, and his whole face was still stiff. Even opening his mouth to eat would cause his face to deform.
"Eunchan oppa, please give me your autograph!"
"I can't take it anymore, I actually saw Oppa in person, I'm going to faint!"
"Oppa, I want to marry you. I will never marry anyone but you in this life!"
"..."
A group of brainless girls who had taken leave or even skipped class to come surrounded Song Enchan. Their eyes were shining, they screamed, and they were too excited to contain themselves.
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