Turning a corner, passing through the underpass, it was soon at the entrance of the West Administration. 210 also has a stop at the West Political Gate. As soon as the car stopped, the men and women of Xizheng who had been waiting under the platform for a long time flocked up, and the people standing in the aisle could only squeeze towards the back, and when 210 roared like an old grandfather coughing and restarted, the entire aisle was already crowded with people, shoulder to shoulder.

Standing in the aisle, Wang Bo, who was holding the crossbar above his head, began to regret that he didn't drive out. The crowd made him like a sardine, clinging to the men and women around him. It would have been fine if there were people she didn't know, but standing in front of her, the one who stuck to him the most, was Rowling, a girl that her roommate had a crush on. This made Wang Bo somewhat embarrassed. This kind of good thing of sticking together with his sweetheart like sandwich biscuits, "ear and sideburns", shouldn't be done by him!

The bus continued on the twisting and turning road, twisting and twisting as the car, sometimes accelerating, sometimes slowing down, and the people standing in the aisle swayed like the waves of the ebb and flow of the tide, swaying with the swaying of the car. During the swaying, Wang Bo saw his body, and inevitably bumped into the men and women around him, and the one who hit the most was naturally Rowling in front.

"Liang Shuai, Liang Shuai, don't blame Lao Tzu for taking advantage of your future girlfriend, Lao Tzu really doesn't want to take advantage of this kind of advantage!" Seeing his front (Hungarian) and Rowling's back constantly splitting and merging again and again, Wang Bo sighed in his heart, trying not to think about the instinctive comfort that he and Rowling brought him when they were squeezed together like a dough.

Within a distance of less than one kilometer from the school gate outside C to the commercial street of the martyr's tomb, there are three stops on Route 210: outside C, Xizheng and the martyr's tomb. The students who got on the bus from outside C and Xizheng either went home or went to the Three Gorges Square in the sand area, and naturally it was impossible to get off by two stops, and when they arrived at the martyrs' tomb, someone came up again, and the aisle was even more crowded.

Wang Bo, Luo Lin who was standing in front of him, and Wan Fang, who was standing next to him, were squeezed a little behind by the crowd of people who got on the bus.

Wan Fang is a short girl who is only 1.5 meters long, and the old-fashioned bus has no hanging hands, only a crossbar, which is obviously impossible to catch with her height. In front of her, she had been clutching the railing of the back of the seat in front of her, and she was squeezed by someone just now, and she retreated backwards, and the railing in front of her had been grabbed by others. When the car restarted, she didn't stand firmly, and her whole body fell directly towards Wang Bo next to her.

"Right...... Sorry not senior. Wan Fang blushed and hurriedly apologized to Wang Bo, and the hands that were pressed on him just now quickly moved away from him.

For Wan Fang, who was average-looking and had nothing to do with a few boys in the dormitory, Wang Bo was frank in his heart and said with a smile: "It's okay." Then he kindly added, "Wan Fang, you have nowhere to pull, you can pull my clothes!"

As soon as he said this, Wan Fang's face turned even redder, and of course he was embarrassed to grab his clothes.

Luo Lin in front of Wang Bo heard the conversation between the two, turned around, let go of the armrest in front of her, pulled Wanfang's sleeve, and whispered, "Fangfang, you grab here." ”

"Hmm. Wan Fang nodded, took a step forward, and moved to where Rowling was standing just now. Rowling, who had relinquished her position, leaned sideways and grabbed the crossbar overhead with her hand.

Rowling's height is about 160, and it is naturally enough to grab the crossbar on it, but when she raised her hand to grab it, from Wang Bo's point of view, she quickly saw a lot of beautiful scenery.

Rowling was wearing a sleeveless white dress today, which was fine when her hands were down, but once it was raised high, whether it was the neckline or the cuffs, it was easy to walk away. Wang Bo is more than one meter and eight meters, the ox is tall and the horse is big, and he is standing behind Rowling, from the angle where he stands, at a condescending glance, it is easy to peek into two small lumps of bulges around the white wipe (Hungarian) looming in the constantly shaking neckline and (Hungarian) mouth.

"Don't look at indecent things, don't look at indecent things!" Wang Bo only glanced at it, then took his eyes away, and kept chattering in his heart. Soon after, I couldn't help but be confused, so I peeked at him twice, and comforted myself that he didn't mean it, and if it was another boy, he would definitely not be indifferent, and it was better to be cheap than an outsider, but to be a cheap brother.

The stop-and-go bus continues on its way. Coming out of the Martyrs' Tomb, there was a downhill road when I was about to enter the main road leading to the sand area. The driver who drove probably saw that the red light was about to turn on and wanted to grab time, because the car that was driving too fast downhill did not slow down and turn, and as soon as it turned, the whole car was thrown off.

As soon as the car flicked, the passengers in the car followed suit. Wang Bo, who was holding the crossbar, was okay and generally stable, and the other men and women who did not stand firm were a bit tragic, and they were thrown off under the effect of inertia, including Rowling, who was hanging the crossbar above his head with one hand, and his whole body hit Wang Bo's (Hungarian) mouth straight. Because the other party just asked Wan Fang to change directions, this time the contact was not like the front (Hungarian) sticking to the back, but face to face, (Hungarian) sticking (Hungarian), the girl's body suddenly hit Wang Bo's arms directly.

"Is it okay, Rowling? This driver is really, and he doesn't know how to brake slower when turning, and drift?" Wang Bo picked up Rowling, who was pressing on him, with one free hand, and approved the bus driver by the way.

The turn just now was too sharp, and Rowling's hand hanging on the crossbar was also thrown off, and in a hurry, she almost subconsciously put her hands around Wang Bo's waist pole.

"It's alright, senior. Rowling stood up straight, her delicate little face flushed as if she was about to drip blood, but she quickly raised her head, looked at Wang Bo with her long eyelashes open, and asked carefully, "Senior, just now, I ...... Didn't hit you, did you?"

Wang Bo didn't speak, just grinned and shook his head, thinking, you didn't hit me, but yours (Hungary) hit me hard, and ...... Bullet (surname) is good.

After this accident, Rowling didn't dare to grab the railing above her head, but grabbed Wan Fang's arm instead. However, the moving human body was obviously not as stable as the crossbar or handrails, and the girl standing in front of Wang Bo swayed around like a tumbler.

Wang Bo saw that Rowling was staggering, and her willow-like brows were also frowning, looking uncomfortable and embarrassed, and his heart was somewhat unbearable. He swapped his hand for one that was hanging from the bar, and hung down the arm that was close to Rowling, joking that the other party could grab his arm if he didn't mind.

Wang Bo also made a show of his gentlemanly demeanor, and he didn't think that Rowling would really reach out and grab his arm after hitting him a few more times in a row. The girl lowered her head, blushed, and whispered, "Thank you, senior." ”

"Nima, is Lao Tzu a little cocooned?" The muscles on Wang Bo's face jumped, and his heart was extremely embarrassed, and the identity of the other party's "Huang Liang's girlfriend" had been bothering him.

As soon as he remembered the identity of the other party, Wang Bo felt that the two small hands holding his arms were not two hands, but two soldering irons. If the skin on his arms could change color like his face, he would be blood-red by now.

Just when Wang Bodong was thinking about it and was uneasy, he suddenly grabbed Wang Bo's arm to stabilize his body, and then Luo Lin, who didn't let go of his hand, was also beating like a drum at this time, and her heart was like numbness.

"I ...... I actually grabbed the senior's arm?" she wanted to let go, but a voice in her heart told her not to let go.

"Now it's a special situation, holding the senior's arm, you can stand more steadily, you can avoid more collisions, and you can avoid more embarrassment, so just hold on. And just grabbed his arm, that doesn't mean anything, just now the senior took the initiative to call you to catch him, and he shouted Wan Fang in front. The senior's heart is open, but you yourself are thinking nonsense, you really shouldn't!" The voice continued to chirp in Rowling's head.

While thinking about it and trying to convince herself, she looked down at Wang Bo's clothes, and soon found that whether it was the casual shoes, slacks or polo shirt on Wang Bo's feet, they were all spotless, clean, and of good texture, and all of them were printed with foreign characters she didn't know.

"The senior's clothes are so elegant!" Rowling sighed in her heart, and the expression on her face quickly became thoughtful.