The Extraordinary Life Begins with Evil Spirits

There was a female middle school student over there, probably from a top middle school in LC City. Hmm… it's a school day, but the timing is a bit strange. The girl was very pretty. Even without makeup, she was, in my opinion, three times prettier than most celebrities with makeup. She looked like a well-bred young lady, and her posture was impeccable. Hmm… I glanced at her a couple more times because she was pretty, which is understandable. Men, after all, are driven by their lower instincts. I've never denied that. However, the girl seemed to have been crying; she looked pitiful, like a delicate flower in the rain. Unfortunately… as a man in my thirties, although I look relatively young, I really can't make a move on a middle school student… even though the death penalty wouldn't be too much of a loss, I don't want to die. I didn't dare look too directly; after all, the girl was wary. I turned my head and looked at the other people in the carriage. I'd seen most of them; nothing seemed strange. But… suddenly, I noticed that five people seemed to be in a group, and these five people were very strange. That's right... judging from their interaction, they should be a group, but why does this group seem so out of place? Two young men, looking rather unruly, one with blond hair and the other with blue hair, sporting a typical "punk" style, but their eyes revealed fear, appearing very flustered, constantly glancing around as if afraid of something. A middle-aged man, holding a handkerchief, frequently wiped the cold sweat from his brow; his overweight body swayed with the car's movement, and like the other two, anxiously scanned his surroundings, as if searching for something. Then there seemed to be a high school couple; the girl was pale, gripping her boyfriend's hand tightly, her body trembling slightly.