"Stop daydreaming, your family can't possibly be here."
Seeing the middle-aged man with the beer belly return to normal, Wang Zhifan released his hand from the man's shoulder and offered him a reminder.
At the same time, since no one was getting on or off the bus, the doors in the middle of the vehicle began to slowly close, and the voice announcement sounded:
"The vehicle is starting, please hold on tight and sit properly, the next stop is: Hell Academy."
Just as Wang Zhifan thought the recent commotion had passed, he suddenly heard voices outside the slowly closing bus door—a middle-aged woman and a young boy:
"Honey! Get off quickly! The food is ready at home!"
"Dad! Get off the bus and come home!"
As soon as these voices sounded, the middle-aged man with the beer belly seemed bewitched and abruptly stood up from his seat. He then rushed past Wang Zhifan, who was sitting in front of him, and dashed towards the still-closing bus door without a care.
