It wasn't until he got on the bus that Han Chen felt truly at ease.
But then, Han Chen's heart still cooled down. Because of the snow, the driver did not dare to drive, saying that he would wait until the road was almost cleared and the fog was not so thick before driving.
Only then did Han Chen realize that there was indeed some morning fog around him, which had not cleared away even at nine o'clock. But the fog was not heavy and the visibility was very high.
Han Chen thought about ensuring the safety of the passengers at the station, and Han Chen became quiet again. Maybe it was because the snow had not melted yet, so he could only comfort himself in this way.
It was already ten o'clock when the bus actually left the station.
When he actually walked onto the road, Han Chen understood why he went out so late. The road was really slippery. Even if a large passenger car walked up it, he would not dare to go fast at all.
The bus was moving, and Han Chen kept looking at his phone over and over again, looking at the time and map, calculating the distance the bus could travel in one hour.
Eighty thousand, three hundred and sixty meters, this is the number Han Chen calculated using the positioning on the map on his mobile phone. It took an hour from the time the car left the station to the time it passed, and it only traveled 80 kilometers.
There are still 290 kilometers away from Shanghai, which is equivalent to more than three such eighty kilometers. It will take at least three and a half hours. It will be close to 3 o'clock when entering Shanghai. Thinking of this, Han Chen's inner anxiety can no longer be overcome.
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"Buzz buzz!" The phone vibrated, and with this familiar frequency, you could immediately feel that it was a QQ prompt on the phone.
Han Chen couldn't get rid of the shadow of these things in his mind, and looked at QQ a little tiredly. It turned out to be someone from the netizen QQ group he often hangs out with.
"Yichen, where are you now?" The crimson-lipped, bead-sleeved man asked in a private chat. This is a man, but his online name is a bit coquettish.
After getting on the train, Han Chen didn't read the group messages for a while. He probably asked here because he couldn't find the crimson-lipped bead sleeves in the group.
Han Chen shook his head helplessly. He was not in the mood to chat at all now.
"Let me reply!" Xiao Juzi said. Basically, the little Juzi who lives in the mobile phone is equivalent to Han Chen's mobile phone supervisor. She can completely control Han Chen's consciousness in operating the mobile phone.
"Yeah." Han Chen nodded.
"I'm picking up girls outside." Xiao Juzi actually replied like this. Han Chen resisted the idea of punishing her, always feeling that it was unreliable to let Xiao Juzi continue to answer.
"Didn't you go to Shanghai?" Jiangchenzhuxiu's answer made Han Chen stunned. He had asked for help in the QQ group before and did not tell his destination. How did Jiangzhuxiu know?
Unexpectedly, before he had time to ask, someone else was chatting with him privately on QQ.
"Have you arrived in Shanghai?" This time the question was more straightforward. It came from the fact that he was also a male netizen, but he met him from another group. This person was completely unknown to Jiang Chuxiu.
But this was far from over. Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen QQ numbers opened pop-up windows for Han Chen, but the questions were almost the same, mostly asking about Han Chen's current situation.
Now, even a fool knows that his whereabouts have been exposed.
"Will parents know?" Han Chen immediately thought of this question.
"How do you know about my coming to Shanghai?" Han Chen asked Jiang Lip Zhu Xiu.
"It was reposted on Weibo! A movie star said that he has a younger brother who is going to participate in the Tian Tian Speed National Competition. I don't know why he thought of you."
Movie star? What's going on.
"Long Weibo! The big singer fell in love with a boy who was in his senior year of high school. He tried to seduce him but failed, but he dumped him and told him to participate in the Tiantian Speed National Competition. The way the singer portrayed the hotness was very similar to yours."
I don’t know what ghosts and beasts say.
Now Han Chen was even more confused. What does this mean? Since when did he have relatives of big singers and movie stars? Even if he did, how could he benefit others first if he didn't have relatives of his own?
This made Han Chen's mood even more confusing. He reluctantly opened the QQ group and saw a screen full of chats, basically all about him.
After watching it carefully for a while, I roughly understood the current situation: Yue Xiaohan posted a Weibo about him, which was reposted countless times and became popular throughout the Internet.
Yue Xiaohan has too many fans, hundreds of thousands of people are following her, and among these hundreds of thousands of people, there are many teenagers who once had dreams of gaming. They are either over the age of pursuing their dreams, or they are still
While working hard to pursue their dreams, after seeing what happened to Han Chen, they all expressed concern.
As the saying goes, it spreads gradually like this. In this way, Han Chen's story is known to countless people. As a netizen who communicates with him frequently, we have seen each other's photos many times, and even their real names.
They all knew it. After contacting Han Chen and asking about taking the train, they guessed that the boy who attracted everyone's attention was Han Chen.
Halfway through, Han Chen decided to check out the Weibo post himself. He opened Yue Xiaohan's Weibo account and was stunned.
One, ten, one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand. So far, Yue Xiaohan’s Weibo has been forwarded more than 90,000 times, and it is still growing at an explosive rate. Many people have raised questions while reposting.
He must do his best to help Han Chen.
Han Chen took a long breath and didn't know what to say.
For Yue Xiaohan, he was extremely grateful at this moment. He deeply understood the significance of Yue Xiaohan doing these things so that he could successfully reach his destination and register.
He was still touched by those netizens. Maybe they were doing different jobs in front of different mobile phones and computers, but when a summons was issued, they all resolutely gave up the work at hand and devoted themselves to Han Chen.
With help. It only takes less than a second to forward a Weibo, but disseminating such information helps a lot.
This overwhelming feeling made Han Chen's heart, which had gradually calmed down before, heat up again. There may be many twists and turns in the future, but Han Chen's confidence is already recovering.
However, reality still poured cold water on him.
At noon, there were fewer and fewer landslides on the road, and the bus gradually began to speed up. In one hour, it even traveled 110 kilometers. As a result, by around 2 o'clock, Han Chen's bus had arrived outside Shanghai.
.
It took eight hours to get to Shanghai. A lot of time has passed now, and now Han Chen doesn't have much time left.
However, God seemed to be joking with Han Chen all the time. When the bus arrived in Shanghai, there was another traffic jam.
The moment the car stopped, Han Chen was shocked. He glanced anxiously out the window, only to find that there were also many stopped cars outside.
Han Chen was sitting near the front. He vaguely heard the driver curse a few words. Han Chen finally confirmed that there was really a traffic jam this time. And it looked like it would be jammed for a long time.
Han Chen looked around and finally lay down on his seat in despair. There was no chance, everything was over. The game, the trip, the dream, everything was over before reaching the destination.
All the efforts...are they in vain?
All in vain!
To make sure, Han Chen called Huang Guangming's phone number and explained his current predicament.
"I'll call and ask," Huang Guangming said after being silent for a while on the other end of the phone.
"Yeah." Han Chen could only agree, while looking at the traffic jammed outside the window. Through the side window, he could see a lot of traffic jammed in front of him.
"Beep...beep..." The call paused for a while, and soon Huang Guangming called again and informed Han Chen, but it was a very sad result.
The staff at the organizer said that because they have to arrange the competition, the contestants must arrive before get off work today, otherwise they have nothing to do, because the system is set up in this way, and the most they can do is get off work late and wait for a while.
With Han Chen.
"Hey..." Han Chen sighed. Is that the end? Han Chen helplessly looked at Yue Xiaohan's long Weibo, and thought sadly. It wasn't until he sat on the bus that Han Chen's heart truly
Feeling at ease.
But then, Han Chen's heart still cooled down. Because of the snow, the driver did not dare to drive, saying that he would wait until the road was almost cleared and the fog was not so thick before driving.
Only then did Han Chen realize that there was indeed some morning fog around him, which had not cleared away even at nine o'clock. But the fog was not heavy and the visibility was very high.
Han Chen thought about ensuring the safety of the passengers at the station, and Han Chen became quiet again. Maybe it was because the snow had not melted yet, so he could only comfort himself in this way.
It was already ten o'clock when the bus actually left the station.
When he actually walked onto the road, Han Chen understood why he went out so late. The road was really slippery. Even if a large passenger car walked up it, he would not dare to go fast at all.
The bus was moving, and Han Chen kept looking at his phone over and over again, looking at the time and map, calculating the distance the bus could travel in one hour.
Eighty thousand, three hundred and sixty meters, this is the number Han Chen calculated using the positioning on the map on his mobile phone. It took an hour from the time the car left the station to the time it passed, and it only traveled 80 kilometers.
There are still 290 kilometers away from Shanghai, which is equivalent to more than three such eighty kilometers. It will take at least three and a half hours. It will be close to 3 o'clock when entering Shanghai. Thinking of this, Han Chen's inner anxiety can no longer be overcome.
describe.
"Buzz buzz!" The phone vibrated, and with this familiar frequency, you could immediately feel that it was a QQ prompt on the phone.
Han Chen couldn't get rid of the shadow of these things in his mind, and looked at QQ a little tiredly. It turned out to be someone from the netizen QQ group he often hangs out with.
"Yichen, where are you now?" The crimson-lipped, bead-sleeved man asked in a private chat. This is a man, but his online name is a bit coquettish.
After getting on the train, Han Chen didn't read the group messages for a while. He probably asked here because he couldn't find the crimson-lipped bead sleeves in the group.
Han Chen shook his head helplessly. He was not in the mood to chat at all now.
"Let me reply!" Xiao Juzi said. Basically, the little Juzi who lives in the mobile phone is equivalent to Han Chen's mobile phone supervisor. She can completely control Han Chen's consciousness in operating the mobile phone.
"Yeah." Han Chen nodded.
"I'm picking up girls outside." Xiao Juzi actually replied like this. Han Chen resisted the idea of punishing her, always feeling that it was unreliable to let Xiao Juzi continue to answer.
"Didn't you go to Shanghai?" Jiangchenzhuxiu's answer made Han Chen stunned. He had asked for help in the QQ group before and did not tell his destination. How did Jiangzhuxiu know?
Unexpectedly, before he had time to ask, someone else was chatting with him privately on QQ.
"Have you arrived in Shanghai?" This time the question was more straightforward. It came from the fact that he was also a male netizen, but he met him from another group. This person was completely unknown to Jiang Chuxiu.
But this was far from over. Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen QQ numbers opened pop-up windows for Han Chen, but the questions were almost the same, mostly asking about Han Chen's current situation.
Now, even a fool knows that his whereabouts have been exposed.
"Will parents know?" Han Chen immediately thought of this question.
"How do you know about my coming to Shanghai?" Han Chen asked Jiang Lip Zhu Xiu.
"It was reposted on Weibo! A movie star said that he has a younger brother who is going to participate in the Tian Tian Speed National Competition. I don't know why he thought of you."
Movie star? What's going on.
"Long Weibo! The big singer fell in love with a boy who was in his senior year of high school. He tried to seduce him but failed, but he dumped him and told him to participate in the Tiantian Speed National Competition. The way the singer portrayed the hotness was very similar to yours."
I don’t know what ghosts and beasts say.
Now Han Chen was even more confused. What does this mean? Since when did he have relatives of big singers and movie stars? Even if he did, how could he benefit others first if he didn't have relatives of his own?
This made Han Chen's mood even more confusing. He reluctantly opened the QQ group and saw a screen full of chats, basically all about him.
After watching it carefully for a while, I roughly understood the current situation: Yue Xiaohan posted a Weibo about him, which was reposted countless times and became popular throughout the Internet.
Yue Xiaohan has too many fans, hundreds of thousands of people are following her, and among these hundreds of thousands of people, there are many teenagers who once had dreams of gaming. They are either over the age of pursuing their dreams, or they are still
While working hard to pursue their dreams, after seeing what happened to Han Chen, they all expressed concern.
As the saying goes, it spreads gradually like this. In this way, Han Chen's story is known to countless people. As a netizen who communicates with him frequently, we have seen each other's photos many times, and even their real names.
They all knew it. After contacting Han Chen and asking about taking the train, they guessed that the boy who attracted everyone's attention was Han Chen.
Halfway through, Han Chen decided to check out the Weibo post himself. He opened Yue Xiaohan's Weibo account and was stunned.
One, ten, one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand. So far, Yue Xiaohan’s Weibo has been forwarded more than 90,000 times, and it is still growing at an explosive rate. Many people have raised questions while reposting.
He must do his best to help Han Chen.
Han Chen took a long breath and didn't know what to say.
For Yue Xiaohan, he was extremely grateful at this moment. He deeply understood the significance of Yue Xiaohan doing these things so that he could successfully reach his destination and register.
He was still touched by those netizens. Maybe they were doing different jobs in front of different mobile phones and computers, but when a summons was issued, they all resolutely gave up the work at hand and devoted themselves to Han Chen.
With help. It only takes less than a second to forward a Weibo, but disseminating such information helps a lot.
This overwhelming feeling made Han Chen's heart, which had gradually calmed down before, heat up again. There may be many twists and turns in the future, but Han Chen's confidence is already recovering.
However, reality still poured cold water on him.
At noon, there were fewer and fewer landslides on the road, and the bus gradually began to speed up. In one hour, it even traveled 110 kilometers. As a result, by around 2 o'clock, Han Chen's bus had arrived outside Shanghai.
.
It took eight hours to get to Shanghai. A lot of time has passed now, and now Han Chen doesn't have much time left.
However, God seemed to be joking with Han Chen all the time. When the bus arrived in Shanghai, there was another traffic jam.
The moment the car stopped, Han Chen was shocked. He glanced anxiously out the window, only to find that there were also many stopped cars outside.
Han Chen was sitting near the front. He vaguely heard the driver curse a few words. Han Chen finally confirmed that there was really a traffic jam this time. And it looked like it would be jammed for a long time.
Han Chen looked around and finally lay down on his seat in despair. There was no chance, everything was over. The game, the trip, the dream, everything was over before reaching the destination.
All the efforts...are they in vain?
All in vain!
To make sure, Han Chen called Huang Guangming's phone number and explained his current predicament.
"I'll call and ask," Huang Guangming said after being silent for a while on the other end of the phone.
"Yeah." Han Chen could only agree, while looking at the traffic jammed outside the window. Through the side window, he could see a lot of traffic jammed in front of him.
"Beep...beep..." The call paused for a while, and soon Huang Guangming called again and informed Han Chen, but it was a very sad result.
The staff at the organizer said that because they have to arrange the competition, the contestants must arrive before get off work today, otherwise they have nothing to do, because the system is set up in this way, and the most they can do is get off work late and wait for a while.
With Han Chen.
"Hey..." Han Chen sighed. Is that the end of it? Han Chen helplessly looked at Yue Xiaohan's long Weibo and thought sadly.