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"Wow!¡ª¡ª"
"Ahhhh! Xia Siyu!"
"Is it Xia Siyu? Is it really Xia Siyu? Is it alive?"
"It's fake, why did Xia Siyu come to sit on the hard seat?"
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Xia Siyu¡¯s mask was taken off and she was suddenly exposed to the crowd. The excited onlookers immediately surrounded her. There was only Qin Baizhou beside her, and the cameraman and other staff couldn't protect her because they didn't sit in the same row as her, so they could only worry.
Xia Siyu¡¯s first feeling when she was surrounded was that fortunately it was Qin Baizhou who was beside her, not Bo Yan. Otherwise she wouldn't be able to explain clearly with her mouth covered all over. The train had arrived at the station, but no one in the excited crowd was willing to get off the train, and they all surrounded her.
After arriving at the station, there will be a conductor to guide the order, but not only does no one get off the car, but more and more people gather together. Fortunately, this is the terminal station. If it were an intermediate station, I'm afraid all the people in this carriage would be taken away by the train.
Several conductors crowded up to maintain order: "Don't crowd, everyone, get off one by one!"
The problem is that everyone was indeed crowded, but they did not get down. Instead, they squeezed towards her with her as the center of the circle.
?Those in the front row are fine, and those in the back row may not know what is going on, but our people have a herd mentality. People in the front go to watch, and they also want to watch. Some people even turned around after getting off the train to see what was going on.
?????????????????? And this kind of green train is no better than a high-speed train. There may only be a few people in a carriage of a high-speed train. But the green train is different. The number of people in the carriage can be several times more than that of a high-speed train.
The conductor finally squeezed into the car. As he got on the car, he asked: "What happened?" If there was an accident, it would be even more serious.
Someone from the front replied: "I don't know. It seems to be about Xia Siyu or something."
Last night when I checked the ticket, the conductor didn¡¯t look carefully. At this time, I heard someone say, and I was stunned for a moment: "Xia Siyu, is that star? Why is she here?"
Even if you have to take a train, it¡¯s the high-speed rail. Even for a train like theirs, it should have soft sleepers. How come there are hard-seat carriages? Moreover, the Railway Bureau did not receive advance notice, and there were no bodyguard assistants following him. Obviously, even if he participated in any activities, he would do so in private.
Could it be that you saw it wrong?
Just as I was thinking about it, the people in front cheered: "Siyu Siyu, sign your name for me!"
¡°Let¡¯s take a photo together!¡±
"Wow, I touched Siyu's arm!"
The conductor was initially confused and serious, but at this moment he finally couldn't help but said, "I want it too!"
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Xia Siyu only left the station in embarrassment an hour later, and it was the conductor and conductors of the entire train, as well as the local ground crew, who worked together to rescue her.
She is a top-notch person after all. Although she is criticized a lot on the Internet, even people who don¡¯t like her on the Internet will instantly come up to her and ask for an autograph or something if they see her in person in the real world, and she is right next to them.
Half an hour later, the photo of her sitting on a regular train being watched by people started going viral on Weibo.
But the mother holding the child didn't quite believe that this person was Xia Siyu herself.
¡°After all, let alone the unruly and willful Xia Siyu who plays big names and has a bad temper, even if she is an ordinary star. How could a star help her change her diaper, and comment on his own movie without changing his attitude or heartbeat during the meeting? (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com