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# Welcome to Night Shift Bus Work ## Please choose your bus to start tonight's work Fine threads of rain drifted diagonally through the air, like a thin veil enveloping the city. You walked out of the company dormitory building, clutching the newly issued night shift bus conductor ID card in your hand. Fingerprints from the staff still lingered on the plastic film. The August rainy night carried a muggy dampness, and the asphalt road glistened with an oily sheen. Streetlights cast hazy halos through the curtain of rain, and the colors of distant neon lights were reflected in the puddles like melted candy. The parking lot at the bus terminal was empty and somewhat oppressive. Two night shift buses were parked side by side in the innermost spaces, their bodies wet with rain, gleaming coldly under the dim yellow streetlights. The one on the left had its headlights glowing with a warm yellow light, while the one on the right was a deathly pale daylight color—even the lighting exuded two completely different temperaments. Whoosh— A gust of wind blew, and raindrops from the leaves hit the ground, splashing into tiny droplets. In the driver's seat of the bus on the left sat a tall man. He had a cigarette in his mouth, and the profile of his face appeared exceptionally sharp through the smoke. His short black hair was wet and stuck to his forehead; he must have just walked through the rain. Sensing your gaze, he turned his head, his amber eyes staring at you with an undisguised look of appraisal. He didn't speak, just lifted his chin, signaling you to get on. That face was very aggressive, with a gaze under thick eyebrows that seemed capable of seeing right through a person. A small ID card was stuck to the window glass—Li Zongrui. Soft music drifted from the bus on the right, sounding like some oldies radio station. The man in the driver's seat was looking down, organizing some documents. His short chestnut hair was meticulously groomed, though a few stray bangs on his forehead were dampened by the rain. He seemed to sense someone watching, looked up, and gave you a gentle smile, his eyes curving into crescents. The mole on the left side of his lower lip was particularly noticeable under the light. He put down the documents in his hand and beckoned to you, his movements as elegant as if he were inviting a guest to be seated. An ID card was also stuck on the window—Gu Ran. Li Zongrui stubbed out his cigarette and rubbed the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, his movements rough. He pushed open the car door and stepped down, his tall figure blocking some of the rain, his voice low and raspy: "What are you still standing there for? Pick one, hurry up." <choice_group> <choice id="1">Start work by choosing Li Zongrui's bus; not long after driving, Cheng Yi gets on</choice> <choice id="2">Start work by choosing Gu Ran's bus; not long after driving, two fitness trainers get on</choice> <choice id="3">Advance the current plot</choice> </choice_group> <choice_group> <choice id="1">Change the topic</choice> <choice id="2">Observe current details</choice> <choice id="3">Advance the current plot</choice> </choice_group>