I'm picking up garbage in the copy

Chapter 1 Weird bus, refused to give up seat

"Zi...Zi..."

Jiang You's footsteps going downstairs stopped, what's the sound?
Jiang You turned her head, and there was nothing in the empty stairwell.

Recently, City C was engaged in sanitation work. Through the window of the stairwell, Jiang You saw an old man in uniform moving down several brand new trash cans.

Blue, oversized, with pulleys, Jiang You dragged the garbage bag and went straight to the large blue garbage can that the uncle had just removed the plastic film from.

"Zizi..."

That voice appeared again.

The voice was so close that it seemed to be ringing directly in her head.

Jiang You raised his hand and pressed his forehead, then subconsciously threw the things in his hands into the trash can.

With the sound of "clang", Jiang You's movements froze.

She was still carrying a black trash bag in her left hand.

Jiang You slowly turned her head.

Now that the trash bag was still in her hand, what was she throwing away? !

……

What the hell!

No!
My cell phone!

Jiang You pawed at the edge of the trash can, and saw a lonely mobile phone in the distance, and the cracks could be seen on the screen in the lower left corner of the phone.

Jiangyou's eyes darkened.

She pressed her forehead and muttered to herself.

The tempered glass is broken, right?
definitely is!definitely is!Don't worry about your phone screen!
If the tempered film is broken, you can replace it. A broken mobile phone screen costs 500 yuan.

Jiang You covered her chest, her heart ached, she just resigned naked, and couldn't stand the stimulation.

Look around to make sure no one is looking.

Jiangyou moved quickly, overturning the trash can, drilling, and taking the mobile phone, all in one go.

"Zizi... Players who meet the requirements have been detected and a game account has been generated for you,"

"The system is searching for props for you, and the search is successful. The system has bound the initial props for you, and your initial props are: trash can."

Depend on? !

What the hell?
Before he could react in time, Jiang You's eyes went dark.

Tall trees stood on both sides of the road, their dense branches and leaves blocking the light on both sides.

The protruding stones on the mountain wall are crumbling, and when the wind blows, you can hear the sound of rattling, like teeth colliding.

The intertwined shadows of trees and rocks are reflected in the bus through the glass.

In the swaying carriage, the faces of the drowsy passengers were covered with mottled shadows.

"Girl! Don't pretend to be asleep! Young people nowadays! Don't you know how to respect the old and love the young? Hurry up and let the uncle sit!"

During the shaking, Jiang You slowly opened his eyes, and a big, fat face with wrinkles suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. The stench rushed out of his face as his big mouth opened and closed.

Jiang You subconsciously dodged to the side.

Seeing Jiangyou woke up, the uncle smiled, showing his yellow teeth, slapped Jiangyou's shoulder, and said, "Girl, wake up! Hurry up!"

This is an obese old man in his fifties, with a shiny forehead, a fleshy face, and arms thicker than her thighs.

The hand on the shoulder was like an iron mountain, and the suppressed Jiang You couldn't move.

The corners of Jiang You's mouth twitched, her arms couldn't hold her thighs, this uncle is too arrogant to provoke...

The uncle was dressed in white, and his clothes looked like the kind of chef uniforms worn by uncles and aunts in the cafeteria, but his chef uniforms were full of oil stains and dirty, as if they had never been washed.

Although he was full of reluctance, but based on the principle that he couldn't offend me and could hide, Jiang You was about to get up.

Suddenly, a hand pressed her wrist.

Jiang You's heart skipped a beat, and she reflexively threw away her hand.

She turned her head and saw that sitting on the seat beside her was a boy in his 20s.

The thin bangs shone warmly under the dim yellow headlights. The boy was wearing white short sleeves and light-colored jeans, exuding a clean and friendly atmosphere.

The boy shook his head slightly at Jiang You and whispered, "Reject him."

Jiang You blinked, indicating that he understood.

However, Jiang You smiled bitterly and motioned for the boy to look at the hand on her shoulder. She wanted to refuse, but the situation did not allow it. She was afraid of being slapped to death.

Seeing this, the boy pursed his lips, raised his eyebrows at Jiang You, smiled, and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, I have a solution."

Jiang You didn't know why.

But he found that the boy directly stretched out his arms and wrapped them around her waist. Jiang You resisted the urge to bounce and waited to see how he would solve it.

The boy didn't know what he took with the other hand, and he knocked on the hand of the bald and fat man.

The fat bald man withdrew his hand instantly as if he had been stung by a bee.

Jiang You's shoulders lightened up, and she was hugged by the boy and leaned against him.

The boy approached Jiang You, turned to the fat bald man and said, "Master, my wife is pregnant. She is not feeling well and can only sit down."

The two are now very close to each other, and the boy's voice comes from behind their ears.

Jiang You could feel the slight vibration in the boy's chest when he spoke.

His voice was very slow, with a unique rhythm, and every sentence was followed by a slight rise, like a small hook, which made people want to believe what he said.

Jiang You listened, her eyes were in a trance, she relaxed her body and leaned against the boy, and her hands touched her flat abdomen.

I'm married?Also... Pregnant?

Yes...I'm pregnant...

"Bah! Bad luck!"

The fat, bald man took two steps back and slapped the pole at the carriage door.

He looked around, scanning the crowd in the seats one by one, with malicious eyes like a wild beast looking for its next prey.

Suddenly, his gaze froze.

The uncle raised his hand and rubbed his oily bald head, and strode towards the last row of seats.

Jiang You was awakened by the sound. Covered by her long sleeves, she pinched her palms hard.

The pain brought her back to consciousness, and Jiang You's heart shuddered.

Suddenly it became clear that she and the boy had just met.

But just now, she felt like she was possessed by an evil spirit. She felt that the boy was really her husband, that they were already married, and that she was even pregnant with the boy's child.

This is not right!

Everything here is wrong, Jiang You can't remember when she got on the bus, and where the bus went.

In my memory, there is no such mountain road in City C.

Jiang You's eyes followed the back of the bald and fat man, and scanned the entire carriage.

The uncle walked to the last row.

Before he could speak, the ponytail girl sitting in the middle jumped up.

The girl with the ponytail had thick oblique bangs, which covered half of her cheeks, making it impossible to see her face clearly.

She held a big schoolbag, lowered her head, and said quickly: "Uncle, please sit here!"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for the bald and fat man to react, the girl with ponytail lowered her head and walked through the carriage, carrying the big schoolbag, and quickly ran to the side of the door, hugging the pole railing at the door.

As she got closer, Jiang You discovered that there was a big, bright palm print on the left side of the ponytail girl's cheek.

Judging from the size and depth, the palm print should have been slapped not long ago, and it couldn't have been made by a woman.

Jiang You looked at the back row.

On the left side of the ponytail girl's original seat, a middle-aged man was sitting. There was a scar on his face, stretching across his eyebrows and the end of his eyes, slanting ferociously across his face.

The man with the scar folded his hands on his chest, with a sharpened dagger tied to his arm, leaning on the seat, with his eyes closed and his head raised, as if he had fallen asleep.

On the right side of the seat is a slightly fat middle-aged woman. The woman is wearing a floral apron around her waist. She holds the edge of the apron with both hands, rolling up and putting down the apron.

After the uncle sat down, the man with the scar and the woman in the apron had a tacit understanding. They both moved to the side and took the initiative to keep a short distance from the uncle.

Suddenly, Jiang You met the uncle's eyes.

The uncle grinned and stared directly at Jiang You.

(End of this chapter)