[What's up with the Host? Everything seems perfectly normal!]
[Don't tell me there's a fugitive on the bus?]
[As crazy as it sounds, for this channel, it almost seems normal.]
[Talk about bad luck! But everyone looks perfectly ordinary to me.]
I Love Work was confused. She tilted her head and looked around. A downpour had started outside, but the people inside the bus were all quiet. 'How could there be a fugitive here?'
She was a bit dismissive, but then she recalled an ironclad rule: whoever won the Host's lucky draw was usually a jinx.
She was happy she had won, which proved she had stood out among hundreds of thousands of people. She had the best luck! But as for being a jinx, she was both wary of the idea and starting to believe it.
Her expression grew a little strange after she glanced around the bus.
"Don't be ridiculous, you guys. Most of the people on this bus are just like me—commuters who just got off work. There's no one strange here."
