"Master, master... wait a moment... please wait..." The No. 8 bus had just started and hadn't traveled far when a hurried voice came from outside. Judging by the sound, it was a young man speaking, probably stammering a little because he was running too fast.
It was currently rush hour, and the bus was packed with people, pressed body to body, feet stepping on the tops of others' feet. The driver, aware of the situation inside, didn't stop but continued driving forward, though not very quickly. Public buses are, of course, public transportation, so issues of overloading or not aren't really considered—but now that it was this crowded, the driver still had to think about passenger safety. Doing so wasn't inappropriate.
Seeing that the bus wasn't moving very fast, the young man didn't give up; he continued running while shouting, "Master... master..."
The bus still showed no intention of stopping. At this moment, a young man wearing a tie and glasses, sitting by the window, leaned out and shouted to the runner, "Bajie, the driver has gone ahead. You should catch the next one." As soon as he finished speaking, everyone on the bus couldn't help but laugh heartily.
"Huff huff... huff huff... damn it, I'll... I'll draw circles to curse you!"
