Chapter 369: The Ghost Bus Appears (1/2)
”Forget supper!” I snorted. “Make it a quick trip. We’ll go and prove it’s false. Do you really think I’m that interested?”
”But we hardly hang out together!” argued Dali.
Dali insisted on having supper and found a stall selling seafood porridge. While he went to order, I briefly explained Dali’s dismal emotional life to Bingxin, and with her high EQ, she soon understood the situation. “I’m not gonna be the bitch who breaks people’s relationships. I promise I won’t reply to Dali’s text messages in the future...” she said, covering her mouth with a giggle.
I nodded, ”I’m worried. This idiot's emotional intelligence is shockingly low!”
Bingxin poked my cheek, ”Pot calling the kettle black! In fact, I text Dali to talk about you most of the time!” She took out her cell phone and said, ”Song Yang-gege, please play Honor of Kings with me!”
”Now?” I arched an eyebrow.
”Isn't this a good excuse for ignoring Dali?” she smiled.
”Alright!”
A while later, Dali came back with the food. Seeing how much fun we had, he said, ”Honor of Kings? Let me join too!”
”No way, you suck!” sniffed Bingxin.
When Dali insisted on joining our game, Bingxin retorted, ”Stop disturbing us, alright? Why don’t you spend some time with Luo Youyou?”
With nothing else to do, Dali and Luo Youyou chatted about the latest movies.
After supper, we headed for Redbud Road. There were few people on the streets. Dali and Luo Youyou walked in front while Bingxin and I trailed behind, her hands tightly gripping mine.
”It's so hot! Don’t you think so? My hands are sweating,” I frowned.
”You told me to draw a clear line between Dali and I. Well, here I am, putting words into action,” she smiled cheerfully. “By the way, what do you think of my outfit?”
She was wearing a bright-colored dress and carrying a cute bag while her hair was neatly pinned with a velvet hair clip. ”You look beautiful!” I complimented.
”Xiaotao-jiejie showed off the dress you sent her the other day,” she pouted.
”It was a bet!” I chuckled.
”In which you lost?” Bingxin looked surprised.
”She lost!”
”What? So she gets pretty clothes when she loses?” Bingxin grabbed my arm, “I want to bet with you as well!”
”What's the bet?” I sighed.
”I bet this ghost bus really exists!”
I never even considered the possibility of such a supernatural phenomenon to be real. ”That’s absolutely impossible! It’s fake, I’m sure of it,” I scoffed.
Bingxin raised her eyebrows, ”Alright then. If you lose, buy me a dress that I like.”
”And what if you lose?”
”Up to you!” Bingxin puffed up her chest.
”It sounds boring, but alright!”
Then she stretched out her little finger and hooked mine.
When we arrived at Redbud Road, there were almost no cars on the street. The four of us stood on the sidewalk like fools for about twenty minutes when I suggested, ”Let’s go home. The ghost bus is nonsense. It’s some urban myth made up online.”
”Let’s wait a while more,” Dali interjected.