Hoodie Man pulled down his hood and leaned in to ask, "Hey, bro, are you heading to Pengcheng?"
Upon hearing the voice, Xu Shuo turned his head to give him a glance, nodded, and uttered a faint "Hmm."
"Then we really are fated, I'm going to Pengcheng too!" Hoodie Man said cheerfully.
Xu Shuo: "..." You probably share a fate with everyone on this train.
The young man didn't look very old, but because of the stubble around his chin that he hadn't shaved and his messy, curly hair, he appeared somewhat unkempt, making himself look older than he was.
After a while, Hoodie Man struck up another conversation, "Hey bro, do you know the odds of a high-speed rail accident?"
Xu Shuo: "..."
He looked at the scenery flying by outside. Although the speed was faster than that of a train, the stability of the high-speed rail in motion was very high, and passengers could walk down the aisle without swaying.