Quick Transmigration: Leisure

An old-fashioned bus was traveling in the twilight. Looking inside from the outside, the passengers were either standing or sitting, and there was nothing unusual about them.

This is a long-distance bus route to the village, taking four hours one way, but it has few stops and many mountain roads and tunnels.

"Bang!"

The vehicle suddenly slowed down and prepared to enter a mountain tunnel.

The tunnel entrance blends almost seamlessly into the mountain, its arched edges covered with flamboyant vines.

Another tree drooped down, swaying in the wind, as if welcoming the vehicles entering the tunnel.

The dim headlights came on, barely illuminating a few meters in front of the car.

But those who can take this route are all experienced drivers; they can drive it with their eyes closed.

inside the car,

It was pitch black, with only a few beams of light from cell phones illuminating the passengers' faces. As they swiped their phones, their faces were imprinted with mottled colors of black, gray, white, green, red, and blue, shrouded in a pale and mysterious aura.

Some couldn't stand the light stimulation and turned down the brightness, while others silently turned off their screens, planning to deal with it after they got through this section of the tunnel.

As a result, the visibility inside the car became increasingly dim, making it difficult to see things.

Many people closed their eyes to rest.

I didn't even think to suggest to the driver that we turn on the lights or anything. Regular passengers know that the drivers on this SL route are all bad-tempered.

If you upset him, the driver can yell at you the whole way. The more timid ones can only cry and endure it, as no one will come to their aid. Otherwise, they'll just have to stop in this mountain forest at a considerable altitude and suffer even more.

There was a time when a driver got angry and kicked all the passengers off the bus. Only after the passengers punished the troublesome girl and appeased the privileged driver could the bus continue its journey. And what happened to the girl was completely ignored.

The destination was a village with a large population, but most of them were extremely dependent on this long-distance bus for transportation.

Because the road is difficult to travel, winding mountain roads that require considerable skill and experience, few people drive back. And those villagers who are successful and make a name for themselves outside the village don't return. Although the number of passengers is decreasing, there are still very few vehicles in the village.

Men who become drivers on the SL bus route are considered important figures in the village.

Everyone should be served good cigarettes, good alcohol, and a friendly attitude; remember the drivers' preferences.

Today's person is extremely averse to noise, dislikes talking, doesn't like turning on the lights, and even has to have their headphones on silent.

Inside the car, all you could hear was the hum of the engine, the clanging of parts hitting each other from the bumpy road, the creaking of the doors, and the whooshing of the wind slipping through the cracks in the windows.

"Ugh..." A muffled groan escaped from the seat near the door in the back of the car, drawing the attention of the few people scattered in the back.

She was a passenger who barely stood out after boarding the bus. She was dressed all in black and wore a large hood. Her head was down, and if you didn't look closely, you might think she was asleep. Judging from her figure, she was a thin, bony woman.

After she spoke, there was an angle from which half of her profile could be seen, exquisite and aloof.

He had a high, straight nose and thin lips, which were tightly pursed. His facial muscles revealed a deep frown, and his impatient eyes flickered in and out of focus with the dim light of his phone.

At that moment, she was holding her phone tightly, which had no signal, and her hand trembled slightly.

He subtly observed his surroundings, looking out the window. It was pitch black. Although the car window was old and constantly letting in drafts, it was securely locked, requiring the driver's key to unlock and open. The central aisle was completely dark; there wasn't even a cigarette butt, betel nut residue, or small piece of trash.

The driver is a clean freak and doesn't allow the car interior to be dirty.

Therefore, she couldn't even see a trash can.

But the smell in the entire carriage was getting stronger. Even though no one was eating or smoking, the smell of engine oil, stale, stuffy, sweaty, and the smell of poultry emanating from the shopping baskets people were carrying were all mixed together.

Perhaps those birds were recently killed, as the smell of blood lingered.

The confined, high-pressure environment, coupled with the complex odors, made the woman in black sway precariously.

See here,

From the last row came rustling sounds of things being rummaged through. The movements were careful, and since it wasn't human voices, it didn't attract much attention.

However, everyone on the bus silently observed her.

A college student who looked timid but was dressed very elegantly and beautifully. I could recognize her not only because she boarded the train at the L University stop, but also because she was carrying a canvas bag with the L University logo, and the items inside were square-shaped.

Judging from the timeline, this must be a student who has just received their L University graduation certificate.

It is June now.

L University is the most prestigious school in the area. Although it doesn't rank among the top universities in the country, getting into it is considered a great honor in this region.

It is estimated that she is preparing to return to her family to offer her graduation certificate in a family ancestral hall, hoping to condense her good fortune into the ancestral hall.

It is good to pass it on to the younger generation in the clan.

So even though this girl was timid and cowardly, and dressed in such an unconventional and undignified manner, no one wanted to criticize her.

After all, this was a major event for the Wang clan, so they could help make amends. For example, although the little girl was dressed in a flashy way, she was covered up quite well. On a hot day, she wore a long-sleeved dress with a collar that wrapped around her neck, white patterned stockings, and brown leather shoes.

There was even a hat, white lace gloves, and a white patterned face mask.

Almost nothing was revealed except for her eyes.

For a girl like this, being able to return to her village with her graduation certificate is already an honor.

Go ahead and wear something eye-catching!

My own children are hoping to go and offer incense!

......

The woman in black was surrounded by empty seats. She was on the verge of exploding and thought she might as well just destroy everything. What did face matter?

suddenly,

A rustling sound came from behind. I turned my head with difficulty and saw a slender hand wearing a white lace glove reaching out, with a piece of candy on it.

To be precise, they are plums, individually packaged, preserved plums that give off a sour taste just by looking at them.

Her behavior seemed extremely strange, but the woman in black, Hugh, knew very well that it was surprisingly effective in suppressing the discomfort in her heart.

She accepted it, nodded her thanks, and couldn't delve into how the little girl in the white dress had discovered it.

After the person next to him returned to their seat, Xiu Ge clutched the plum tightly but didn't eat it.

A silence that lasted for ten minutes.

More and more people were getting up, sensing something was wrong. Although they didn't say anything, their unease was palpable.

Many people have realized why the tunnel hasn't ended yet.

The only noise in the car was the annoying rustling of parts, which exacerbated my anxiety.

Xia Youmi rummaged through her fancy backpack and pulled out an item in a resealable bag.

He walked forward again and gently placed it beside the woman in black.

If she still doesn't dare to accept this level of help, then there's no need to befriend her for the time being.

Xia Youmi ignored the passengers' stares, delivered the items, and returned to the back row to resume her work as a quail.

She also secretly slipped herself a plum to suppress her motion sickness.

The woman in black, Xiu Ge, picked up the resealable bag and opened it. Inside was a pack of tissues, a large plastic bag, a wet wipe, and a rubber band.

She couldn't help but turn her head and saw Xia Youmi eating plums.

I knew in my heart that this person was probably also suffering from severe motion sickness.

She's still the kind of kind girl who's meticulous and has a strong hoarding streak.

No longer hesitate,

Xiu Ge pulled down her hood, tied her ponytail, and opened the plastic bag.

"vomit--"