Behind him, Gao Yuan, drenched in sweat, followed closely, feeling as if he were dreaming.
They clearly went to confront someone, but after an inexplicable conversation, they somehow left without explanation.
"What's the situation? The conductor didn't notice?"
Tong Zizhan sighed softly, "The conductor probably noticed long ago; it was just our wishful thinking before."
Gao Yuan was startled, "Then why..."
"Why didn't he kill us? We just discussed this. He values our camaraderie through hardship."
"He's actually very sentimental."
The two of them had guessed this possibility, but when they said it out loud, they were still deeply shaken and uneasy.
After taking a couple of steps, Gao Yuan asked, "Are the two of us considered traitors now?"
"We can't slack off anymore."
"If it weren't for you, a college student, dragging me along, I would have thought long ago how nice it would be to follow the conductor, plenty to eat and drink."
"But no college students."
"Get lost!"
