Miss Thirty-Five and Miss Thirty-Six

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*Whoosh!
* The moment the No. 5 bus started moving from the platform, I, sprinting at top speed, leaped onto the bus as the doors were slowly closing.
*Clatter!
* With a slightly dull thud as a coin fell, still panting, I instinctively headed towards the back of the bus.
*Hey! Hey!
* A fifty-meter sprint is no easy feat! Luckily, I honed my bus
-riding skills back in the day riding the light bulb factory shuttle bus, otherwise... *Hmph!* Sure enough, the middle-aged man who had been leisurely walking thirty meters in front of me was now waving his hands and shouting, "Step on it! Step on it!" The No. 5
bus jerked its rear end, releasing a cloud of exhaust fumes that didn't even meet Euro I standards.
"Look! These people have been spoiled by the No. 5 minibus! Step on it, step on it, everyone steps on it, it'll take ten minutes to walk from the zoo to People's Park!" "A commuter sitting in a seat said bitterly.
"Yeah! Self-service buses are so advanced! They leave on time and never hold up traffic!" a freckled girl, also sitting in a seat, agreed.
"Of course! The drivers of self-service buses are all hired, paid a fixed salary, no commission. Why would they hold up traffic?" "The middle-aged civil servant said with an air of worldly wisdom.
Damn!
Fixed salary, no commission—no wonder Sun Yong complained on the phone that he couldn't take it anymore and wanted to quit! What era is this? Still eating from the same pot!
However, Sun Yong, this former No. 5 bus champion, did an exceptionally good job; public resentment is extraordinary!
When Sun Yong drove the 21277 bus, when I rode the No. 5 bus, I often heard the number 21277 amidst people's complaints; it might be questionable if it was in the top three, but it was definitely in the top five.
Six months after I went to Guangzhou, when I rode the No. 5 bus again, 21277 had actually fallen out of the top ten, which made me worry about his job."
"I'm just a laborer. I'm either the boss, his brother-in-law, or his wife selling tickets on the bus. I have to drive the way they tell me to, otherwise how can I keep this job?" Sun Yong said sternly to Qian Xiaoliang. "To drive a taxi, you need to know the terrain well; to drive a minibus, you need to know how to slow down traffic, you won't make any money, and you'll be fired after three days!
" On May 19th, the sky was overcast with occasional light rain
. I had just walked out of the middle of Duanjia Lane when, from more than 80 meters away, I saw a No. 5 minibus driver waving frantically at me.
After finishing two fried dough sticks in my left hand, swallowing two steamed buns in my right, I threw the plastic bag into the trash can, jogged out of the alley, and then carefully crossed the busy ** Avenue.
Ha! Ha! The No. 5 minibus driver was indeed Sun Yong. He had already steered the minibus from one end of the platform to the other, probably struggling to break the slowest driving record, but getting to me would be no problem at all.
Just then, a minibus arrived from behind. Since no passengers had stepped on the platform, and the bus ahead had cleared the way for the waiting passengers, it immediately chose to overtake.
However, although it still bore the license plate 21277, Sun Yong, who had instantly transformed into Sheriff Jack Travin, not only successfully overtook his opponent in a brief, life-or-death race but also kept it firmly behind.
At that moment, I sincerely hoped the driver himself was driving!
Sheriff Jack Travin's gritting-teeth expression confirmed my sincere wish.
The 202 bus passing the Qingshan Hotel stop is always packed, with plenty of room for passengers to choose their seats.
My radar-like gaze swept across the entire bus, only to find nothing .
No low-cut beauties in the low seats, and no voluptuous women in tight-fitting clothes in the high seats—truly disappointing!
With my left hand gripping the handrail, my back leaning against the metal railing facing the exit door, and my right hand hanging naturally to protect my wallet in my pocket, I struck the standard Lin-style bus stop pose, waiting for the perfect opportunity to transform into a bus pervert.
All that talk about perseverance paying off is just self-aggrandizing nonsense.
The next stop after Qingshan Hotel Station is the Provincial First Hospital Station, a notorious den of iniquity in the province.
One night, at 10 PM, I had a high fever of over 39 degrees Celsius, my vision blurred, and my head was throbbing. I hurriedly hailed a taxi and rushed to the Provincial First Hospital's emergency room, fearing I'd collapse on the way if I didn't make it 800 meters.
Register, pay, and I'm saved! I headed straight for the doctor.
"Take my temperature first!" A not-so-pretty nurse tossed me a thermometer.
"My head is throbbing, my vision is blurry, I already took it at home, I'm in a hurry… I have to act fast!"
Even in the emergency room, you have to queue. A fever requires a temperature check. You can breathe, you can stand steadily, humph! The not-so-pretty nurse omitted the rest of her words.
Facing the nurse's sharp, domineering eyes, I felt a pang of shame. She was so young, yet she was already facing life and death head-on. How could I, a man, be so concerned with my own life?
So be it! So be it! A beheading is just a small scar. I'll be a hero again in twenty years!
Temperature check, registration, queuing—finally, it was my turn. I sat down and explained my symptoms…
Blood test!
The young doctor, who looked remarkably like my second cousin Lin Hu, multitasked, quickly writing out the blood test order.
There was clearly no one like him in the Qianshan Brotherhood! Could there be something fishy going on?
Sweat immediately broke out on my forehead. Now that things had come to this, I could only wait and see.
The rude nurse, like Gu Erniang, drew a vial of blood from me, who was wincing in pain.
The kind doctor, noticing it was 11 PM, and to avoid giving me a bad reputation for staying out all night, prescribed four medications: two traditional Chinese medicines and two Western medicines.
For a mere fever, the combination of traditional Chinese and Western medicine was sure to be effective.
The final price, I was stunned: 136.95 yuan!
Instantly, I broke out in a sweat, feeling completely refreshed and clear-headed.
Before picking up the medicine, I slipped to the nurse to have my temperature checked again.
37.1 degrees Celsius—the fever was gone! I ran off.
From then on, I recommended the Provincial First Hospital to everyone I met, praising its miraculous healing abilities.
Of course, I, a nobody, didn't need to do anything; the Provincial First Hospital was always thriving.
The Provincial First Hospital bus stop was always packed. So, no matter which bus route you took, once it entered the Provincial First Hospital stop, it would be 100% full.
In the sweltering July heat, people wore light clothing, and in the packed bus carriages, occasional physical contact was perfectly normal. Hey! Hey!
"According to TASS, the joint Russian-French drilling team's drilling work on Lake Fosdoc is progressing smoothly, and it is expected to reach the lake surface soon after drilling another 100 meters..."
The soft voice of a female announcer broadcasted on the closed-circuit television screen of the bus.
Damn!
"Those Russians are so stupid! Even if there really are gold bricks under the ice thousands of meters deep, the cost of retrieving them would probably be much higher than the gold bricks themselves!
What's even more infuriating is that these foolish Russians are throwing money into the Antarctic ice lakes, and the Americans are actually jealous, complaining that they're too late and their impact isn't loud enough!
What kind of world is this?! Why doesn't anyone throw money at me?
"Crack!"
The bus lurched violently, and I lurched forward and then backward. We
've arrived at the Provincial First Hospital stop.
This braking is skillful; you can tell at a glance that only a seasoned driver of the No. 5 minibus has this level of skill. I like it.
For a technically skilled bus pervert like me, external conditions are extremely demanding: weather, bus passenger density, and driver skill are all crucial.
Frankly speaking, my most glorious bus pervert victories were all achieved with the unintentional cooperation of the No. 202 minibus driver who used to drive the No. 5 minibus.
Today, I can look forward to something."
The bus stopped, the doors opened, and the men and women who had been waiting for a long time at the Provincial First Hospital stop surged onto the bus.
"Whoa!"
The passenger next to me by the window got up and got off.
Should I sit?
At this crucial moment, I hesitated for a second.
For a tech-savvy bus pervert like me, waiting passively was a suicidal act.
Similarly, on a crowded bus, no seat could withstand three seconds of hesitation.
A boy who looked like a student nimbly slipped under my arm and happily pressed his buttocks against the seat.
A nameless anger just rose in my heart, but it vanished completely.
My target had appeared.
In the surging crowd, a beautiful young woman in her early twenties magnetically attracted my attention.
A face shaped like an oval, with bright, dark eyes, shoulder-length flowing hair, and smooth, snow-white skin. A tight-fitting business suit completely concealed what needed to be concealed, adding to her mystique, while the exposed parts were even more stimulating.
Good! Delicate yet alluring.
A quick glance at her long, shapely legs, judging her breasts to be at least thirty-five inches high, triggered a surge of hormones, and I took action.
Positioning myself!
In an instant, I calmed myself, adjusting my mindset to a state of oneness with nature. Centering on myself, my perception expanded infinitely. Every person, every step, every movement in the carriage fell into my perception. With a brain dozens of times more powerful than a galactic computer per second, I calculated everyone's next move in a fraction of a second…
The above is pure nonsense, one of the aftereffects of reading thousands of martial arts novels.
However, for a tech-savvy bus pervert, positioning skills are the most basic indicator of their combat prowess.
After all, China isn't Japan; public transport perverts don't have the same level of accessibility as adult film studios to engage in sexual harassment.
Therefore, only highly skilled perverts with masterful positioning can capitalize on the brief moments of chaos on a public bus to make their first move.
Otherwise, the danger is immense.
For example, imagine my target is a woman around 35 years old, accompanied by a tall, athletic-looking man, seemingly a basketball player, trying to shield her from the pushing and shoving of passengers.
Still as a virgin, swift as a rabbit.
"Don't push! Don't push!"
I yell, and in a flash, I use my shoulder to shove aside a middle-aged woman, forcefully cutting through the crowd from left to right, blocking the 45-degree angle that would allow the
woman to pass. My right hand deftly grabs the handrail, and I deliberately twist my body from left to right, seemingly trying to push myself inward, creating space for others to board.
With precise calculation, my body collided with the woman's.
Ah!
Her breasts felt large and firm, and my lowered left hand slid down her smooth thigh, lightly teasing her. I couldn't help but gasp! At this moment, I mustn't linger.
With my experience, the moment I touched her, I immediately seemed to lose my footing and staggered back two small steps towards the back of the carriage.
Thus, since I had positioned myself in front of Miss Thirty-Five first, and there was verbal evidence, to anyone else it would only appear as normal contact in a crowded carriage. If it were sexual harassment, it would only be Miss Thirty-Five bumping into me because of her large breasts.
Miss Thirty-Five glanced at me, her eyes unremarkable; she probably also thought it was an unintentional contact.
As the philosopher said, no two people step into the same river twice.
Just three seconds later, Miss Thirty-Five slammed her full breasts into me again, her face immediately turning angry.
The saying "big breasts, no brains" is clearly one-sided.
Judging from the fact that Miss Thirty-Five recognized my tactic of retreating in a straight line while slowing down my turn in such a short time, it means her IQ is over 100. As for whether her bust size is over 35, I'm not sure because the two touches were on her shoulders and chest, which are not sensitive areas.
Time to stop the charade.
I lowered my right hand, grabbed the handrail with my left, moved my legs inward, and turned my body completely, arching my back slightly outward.
Almost as soon as I got into position, three people squeezed past Miss Thirty-Five from the side, completely blocking the exit steps.
At this moment, Miss Thirty-Five defensively raised her hands to her chest.
Not bad, a beauty who's been through many sexual harassment battles.
However, bus number 202 is my territory; the real show is just beginning!
Sure enough, Miss Thirty-Five's clever mind saw through my shrimp-like standing attempt.
The bus was very crowded; the path ahead was blocked, leaving only a narrow gap. If Miss Thirty-Five insisted on passing, she would have to squeeze sideways.
Ha! Ha!
While I may not be as handsome as Pan An, I'm certainly better looking than those two rural laborers across from me!
Miss Thirty-Five, when your breasts completely squeezed past my back, I'm sure, based on my experience, I could tell whether your ** were less impressive because of a tight bra.
The more she understood, the more helpless Miss Thirty-Five felt.
My positioning was perfect, my movements natural and fluid, using the carriage environment to create a perfect trap; no one could find fault with it.
Anyway, the bus doors closed, and it wasn't moving; Miss Thirty-Five chose what she considered the clever path of standing still.
What an understanding beauty! I really like her.
I prefer the fierce driver of bus route 202.
"Boom!"
The bus, like a Spanish bull provoked by a red cloth, started angrily.
The entire carriage lurched forward and backward.
Poor Miss Thirty-Five, she was only concerned with protecting her chest with her hands, not even holding onto a seat handle. What would happen?
Hehe!
Having anticipated this, I stood firm as a pine tree, only slightly turning my body inward to make it easier for Miss Thirty-Five to bump into my arms.
"Careful, hold on tight!"
Having already lowered my left hand and grabbed the handrail with my right, I spoke gently while clumsily using my left hand to straighten Miss Thirty-Five.
"Thank you!"
The basketball player, seeing such a kind person, couldn't help but sincerely thank him. Of course, he didn't know that because his left hand wasn't as dexterous as his right, in the rush of the situation, he had inadvertently touched a sensitive area—a careless mistake that even a saint couldn't blame him for.
Miss Thirty-Five's face turned ashen with anger.
After careful examination, I confirmed that Miss Thirty-Five, no, it should be Miss Thirty-Six! Her breasts were genuine and very well-endowed.
After this encounter, Miss Thirty-Six clearly knew she was no match and retreated to the basketball player's protection.
Smugly, I began to carefully admire Miss Thirty-Six's appearance and figure.
Incredibly, the sunlight was shining through the car window, illuminating Miss Thirty-Six's entire body exceptionally brightly.
My unbridled gaze noticed that Miss Thirty-Six's top was somewhat see-through; her entire chest was almost translucent, and the outline of the suspenders was clearly visible.
Her collar was half-open, revealing a deep cleavage, her breasts proudly erect, her waist slender and graceful…
Trampling! Ruin! Conquering! Possessing! Plundering! Endless fantasies!
The thirty-sixth young lady's icy gaze pierced her.
What?! Look! Think! It's not like I'll take anything from you, how can you be so narrow-minded?
Men fantasizing about beautiful women is natural, perfectly acceptable!
I returned her stern, critical gaze, solemnly warning her to be sensible.
The thirty-sixth young lady trembled all over. Had she realized something, felt ashamed?
Not likely!
Beautiful women rarely reflect on themselves, especially the younger and smarter they are.
She was trembling with anger. That
's too much!
If she can't even tolerate such a small loss, she'll suffer a great fall in society later.
"I knew it! In this era of explosive wealth, which woman with even a little bit of looks and brains doesn't marry well, drive a car, or at the very least, hail a taxi? Why would anyone be like Miss Thirty-Six, squeezing onto a bus with a muscular man?
Heaven bestowed upon you beauty and generously gifted you intelligence, yet you don't know how to cherish it, acting recklessly and getting taken advantage of—you deserve it.
" "Based on the principle of learning from past mistakes and curing the disease," I conveyed my meaning to Miss Thirty-Six through my eyes.
Whether she listens or changes is beyond my control.
Huh!
Miss Thirty-Six actually emerged from under the basketball player's wings, standing close to me, a warm, feminine fragrance wafting towards me.
What does this mean? Has she been conquered by my masculine charm?
Hmph!
Seeing the bulging veins on her hand gripping the armrest, I immediately understood.
Miss Thirty-Six's pettiness rivals that of my junior high classmate, Yin Mei.
When I was preparing for the political exam, I first let Wu Huayun copy my test paper, and then I gave her this little thing. From then until a year and a half after graduation, Yin Mei didn't speak a word to me.
Damn it, Wu Huayun was my deskmate, and Yin Mei sat in front of me. Could I have done anything wrong in that order?
Miss Thirty-Six is trying to set a trap for me .
Having offered herself up, how could I cool her burning desire?
To be on the safe side, I slipped my left hand into my pants, and secretly tightened my right hand around the handrail, watching the situation unfold
with amusement. As Miss Thirty-Six meticulously planned her scheme, the
train arrived at the German Dental Station.
Those who didn't get off got on.
The already crowded carriage was crammed with over a dozen more people.
"Boom!"
The bus driver maintained his tough style.
In a flash, Miss Thirty-Six, who had already gotten somewhat used to the situation, seized the opportunity to strike.
As she suddenly leaned into my arms, she aimed her elbow at my stomach, delivering a vicious blow.
If it had landed squarely, my lower abdomen would probably have been aching for half a day.
The problem is, who am I?! Would a tech-savvy bus pervert fall for this beauty with a bust of Thirty-Six and intelligence of One Hundred?
Seeing Miss Thirty-Six make a move, I didn't hesitate and lunged backward, almost squeezing myself between the two seats, my left leg precisely hooking her.
Not only did Miss Thirty-Six completely miss her right elbow strike, but her unsteady foot was also hooked by my swift movement, causing her to lose her balance and fall headlong into the arms of the two migrant workers.
The unexpected good fortune overjoyed the two migrant workers, who didn't even bother to feign a dodge, readily accepting the beauty into their arms.
Why bother?
Shaking my head and sighing, I quickly returned to my position, blocking Miss Thirty-Six's escape route, letting her spend a little more time with the migrant workers.
Completely off balance, Miss Thirty-Six struggled, unable to stand upright no matter how hard she tried, and in her haste, her breasts were exposed.
Full, firm, and fair—a perfect Thirty-Six!
All the men and women around couldn't help but gasp in amazement.
In this critical moment, the basketball player displayed the strength of a muscular man, pushing and pulling, carving a path to help his girlfriend, who was putting on a show of ample bosom, to her feet.
"Too crowded!"
I, who had been standing still and observing, said to them with a friendly smile.
"You pervert!"
Miss Thirty-Six raised her 1.3-inch heel and stomped heavily on my foot. What does it mean to lose everything due to carelessness?
Having just been kicked hard by Miss Thirty-Six's 1.3-inch high heels, I truly understood the wisdom of the ancients' words.
"Ah!"
A scream like a ghostly wail escaped my lips.
It wasn't that the high heels were truly terrifying; Miss Thirty-Six was indeed filled with resentment, but the high density of people in the carriage prevented her from lifting her leg high enough to exert force, thus limiting her power.
What was truly worrisome was her use of the word "hooligan.
" Before fully evolving into a primitive society, humans retained many primate instincts, and bullying the weak was one of them.
These days, even thieves have to carry a knife to guard against unexpected acts of heroism and to suppress excessive self-defense.
Therefore, unarmed thugs are extremely rare.
Ironically, the hooligans on the bus were unarmed—this is common sense. If
unarmed hooligans were to be beaten by those acting as heroes, the principle of "the law does not punish the masses" would apply.
If I had Lin Long's physique, if I carried a bayonet like Lin Hu, if I were as fierce and domineering as Lin Bao, then being called a "hooligan" would be a boast, an admiration, an honor for me, and I wouldn't be subjected to a beating.
But I don't. I'm just a skilled bus pervert, possessing only skill and intelligence, easily becoming a vulnerable member of the group.
A warning scream is absolutely necessary.
At the very least, in the eyes of others, even if I'm a bus pervert, having already received severe punishment, there's little need for further attack.
"Miss, I tried my best to dodge! If you move any further, I'll fall off the bus!"
My facial muscles twitched painfully as I said emotionally, "I didn't even touch the hem of your clothes. If this is considered a hooligan, are there any good people in the world?"
You know, the Chinese are amazing. Just moments ago, the carriage was packed like sardines, but in the blink of an eye, the surrounding crowd made way for a considerable amount of space.
Miss Thirty-Six's impulsive actions lacked rational support, and she needed time to react to my counterattack.
The basketball player, who had rolled up his sleeves, ready to punch the two migrant workers, looked bewildered, unable to adapt to the sudden change in his target. In his eyes, I had always behaved impeccably; I hadn't done anything lewd, not even a lecherous glance.
"Miss, this concerns your reputation. If you can't provide evidence, please immediately retract your inappropriate words and apologize!" I said righteously.
At the same time, my eyes seemingly casually swept over the two migrant workers.
My middle school politics teacher at No. 88 Middle School had said that there are only different divisions of labor in society, not different levels of social status or wealth.
The two migrant workers were clearly not unintelligent.
The one who dodged was convicted of hooliganism and would be hit with a high heel; so what crime were they charged with, and what punishment should they receive for not dodging?
At this moment, saving them was saving myself.
"Yes! Miss, you clearly lost your balance and fell down, what does this brother have to do with it?" said the less intelligent migrant worker.
"Bullying people, even that's unacceptable!" muttered another migrant worker.
Wow! What a remarkable migrant worker! His words had the effect of Professor Wang Hongcheng's magical catalyst, turning water into oil!
Miss Thirty-Six was furious, her chest heaving in waves.
The situation was clear: no one saw me hook her foot, but she stepped on mine in full view of everyone.
"Xiaoya! What happened?"
The basketball player, unable to keep up with the situation, asked somewhat anxiously.
"He's a hooligan! A big hooligan!"
Miss Thirty-Six screamed hysterically.
Her irrational and impulsive words pushed the situation to an irreversible point.
"Miss, you have the right to accuse, and I have the right to defend myself!" I feigned an anger, like a gentleman being provoked, and said angrily, "Right and wrong are clear to the public, and they will judge for themselves!"
"Uncles, aunts, brothers, and sisters, she says I'm a hooligan, but I don't know where I'm being a hooligan!" I said indignantly, "Everyone, please judge!"
The matter should be settled by now.
Sure enough, a neighborhood committee auntie-type woman stood up from a nearby seat and said, "Young man, young lady, I saw everything just now because of my position. Let me speak the truth!"
Miss Thirty-Six looked expectant upon hearing this.
A big-breasted beauty! Unless the neighborhood committee auntie is also a cleaner, why is she sitting there staring at the ground, picking up a marriage certificate?!
"Look everyone, this young man, left hand in his pocket, right hand holding the armrest, how could he molest someone!" the neighborhood committee auntie said with sharp eyes.
All the passengers suddenly realized.
"Why not! There are eyes above, and a third one below..." a strange-sounding voice rang out.
"If you have something to say, step forward!" The neighborhood committee auntie had a sure-fire way of dealing with petty thugs; her
sharp shout intimidated everyone. After a stern look around, the auntie seized on the main point: "I saw it with my own eyes. This young man almost fell on this young lady while trying to avoid her, didn't he?"
"Yes! He kept reminding us to be careful because the train is crowded!" A freckled girl in the row behind the auntie exclaimed excitedly, "But she wasn't standing properly in the carriage! She lost her balance and bumped into someone, and instead of reflecting on her actions, she was causing trouble everywhere!"
The evidence was irrefutable, and the verdict was clear.
However, I was somewhat confused.
Why was the freckled girl so vehemently defending me? Was she a relative or friend?
Why couldn't I recall anyone like that?
However, if she didn't have freckles, she'd be quite pretty.
"You're talking nonsense! Nonsense!"
Miss Thirty-Six exclaimed angrily.
"Xiaoya, calm down!"
the basketball player quickly tried to dissuade her.
Calmness was useless; the neighborhood committee auntie and the freckled girl had already revealed the truth to the passengers.
"Unbelievable! Someone so beautiful can be so rude!"
"What's so strange about that? There are plenty of pretty prostitutes. People just choose to be depraved, beyond redemption!"
"With legs spread, money comes fast; who's willing to work hard!"
"Men with money become bad, women become bad and get money!"
"What makes her so arrogant? She's just spoiled! She thinks she's so great just because she's pretty, and then she acts like she owns the place!"
...
I understand now, I understand why the freckled girl helped me.
Beauty itself isn't a sin, but being beautiful without self-respect, and then being used as a target by a bunch of jealous people, is a sin, even if it's not a sin in itself.
Miss Thirty-Six's face turned as white as paper.
Even the slow-witted basketball player knew that incurring public wrath was a serious matter.
The neighborhood committee auntie saw Miss Thirty-Six's intimidation of the freckled girl as a challenge, and her expression grew even colder as she said, "Young man, you've been wronged. What do you think we should do?"
Adhering to the principle of being reasonable, advantageous, and restrained, I, with my magnanimous heart, decided not to pursue the matter further.
Of course, I had to make things clear beforehand.
"Auntie, since you've proven my innocence, why should I bother with such a small matter? Making such a fuss over nothing, aren't you just causing trouble for our harmonious society?" I said, adopting a refined demeanor. "Fortunately, nothing's wrong."
I deliberately shook my leg, pretending to be slightly uncomfortable, making everyone feel that Miss Thirty-Six was all show and no substance, her heart truly filthy.
The neighborhood committee auntie's eyes softened.
What a fine young woman! Well-educated, polite, broad-minded, upright, and honest—a youth nurtured by socialist education with Chinese characteristics, a rare talent in the 21st century.
"Young lady, look how good this young man is! Apologize! Admit your mistake, and the matter will be over!"
A middle-aged cadre gave a timely concluding speech.
"No!"
Miss Thirty-Six let out a mournful cry like a cuckoo's cry of blood.
Giving someone face and not daring to retaliate, Miss Thirty-Six was like throwing a stone into a latrine, instantly igniting public outrage.
"What's wrong with girls these days?"
"Those in that line of work have long since lost all shame!"
"If a dog bites you, you can't bite it back!"
...
Not a vicious thug, and without the threat of controlled weapons, facing a beautiful woman, the passengers freely expressed their righteous stance.
Beating the drowning dog badly wasn't ideal; what if Miss Thirty-Six, in a fit of rage, refused to take the bus? Wouldn't that leave the other technically skilled brothers without a place to use their skills?
"Clang!"
The bus pulled into the station.
"Thank you all for upholding justice, but in a harmonious society, we should be more tolerant. Rome wasn't built in a day, and neither is moral cultivation!"
With that, she waved goodbye to the righteous passengers, leaped off the bus, and thought,
"Today I'm happy, my luck is sure to be good! Deng Zhi, Qian Xiaoliang, Qi Ming, Sun Yong, ha! Ha! You're all doomed."
He performed acrobatic triple jumps, leaping from the platform onto the sidewalk.
[The End]

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