Survival in the Class: I'm the Only Boy on the Bus

08:58 in the evening.

A dilapidated minibus was parked on the dark highway.

The right rear of the minibus was stuck on a zombie.

The zombie's white bones pierced through its belly, revealing its dark brown intestines that were dragging on the ground.

But the zombie's upper body was still moving, its head was stretching forward desperately, and its mouth was opening and closing.

Its fingers dug hard at the tire rubber, its nails were already torn off, and its fingers kept rubbing against the tire, even wearing out the finger bones.

Less than 300 meters behind the car, three zombies were dragging their feet closer.

In the fields on both sides of the road, countless red lights flickered in the night, like a swarm of fireflies approaching.

A young girl is kneeling next to a stuck tire.

A black hood covered most of her face, and a few strands of messy long hair hung down from the brim, obscuring most of her beautiful face.

The girl's name was Wang Zhaodi.

The hooded sweatshirt she was wearing was a men's size, two sizes too big, hanging loosely on her body, and the black cuffs were worn grayish-white.

Despite the several patches on the sweatshirt, its owner washed it clean.

This black hooded sweatshirt was thrown away by her younger brother a few years ago when he couldn't fit into it anymore.

When Wang Zhaodi found out, she ran to retrieve it from the trash can, washed it clean, and put it on herself.

The men's sneakers she was wearing were several sizes too big. Even with three knots tied tightly, the laces would still come undone, and the toes were worn through, revealing her cute, rounded toes.

The zombie under the tire is still alive.

It smelled the scent of living people nearby, its cloudy eyes rolled upwards, and its mouth opened wider, revealing a set of blackened and yellowed teeth.

Its head had a dent, and dark brown blood seeped out, covering half of its face.

Wang Zhaodi was holding a stone that was about the size of two or three fists.

Blood dripped continuously from the sharp edge of the stone.

The palms of both her hands were rubbed raw by the stones, and blood seeped from the wounds, mixing with the sand and dripping down the stones onto the zombie's forehead.

Wang Zhaodi is very beautiful, possessing a sickly and fragile beauty.

She scored a high 90 in terms of looks, ranking eleventh on the list of most beautiful girls at Tsinghua and Peking Universities.

Although she missed out on the title of school beauty, her pitiful and broken appearance earned her two nicknames:

The Broken Goddess, Shen Youchu herself.

Wang Zhaodi's eyelashes are long and thick, but because she often has tears in her eyes, her eye sockets are often slightly red and swollen, and the tip of her nose is also pink.

In addition, Wang Zhaodi suffered from long-term malnutrition, resulting in a sickly pale complexion and wrists so thin they looked as if they would break if grasped.

She looks exactly like a porcelain doll that would break at the slightest touch.

Anyone who sees it will definitely feel protective of it.

Although Wang Zhaodi wasn't the prettiest, she was definitely the one that Tsinghua and Peking University boys most wanted to protect.

At this moment, Wang Zhaodi bit her pale lips and used all her strength to smash the stone down.

*Thump!*

After the muffled thud, the zombie simply shook its head and looked at Wang Zhaodi with a puzzled expression.

The zombie's sunken scalp was just more broken; it wasn't enough to kill it.

The zombie seemed to feel challenged, and it roared as it reached out its chafed hand toward Wang Zhaodi, almost grabbing her wrist.

Wang Zhaodi's physique is only 4 points, even lower than Bai Nuonuo's, and her attack power is even lower, only 6 points.

Just lifting the rock had exhausted most of her strength, let alone smashing through the zombie's skull.

The minibus window rolled down, and a chubby face resembling Fu Shou'er peeked out.

The fat woman saw the zombies still moving under the wheels of the car, and her fat face trembled with anger.

She pointed her index finger straight at Wang Zhaodi, who was kneeling on the ground, and began to curse, spitting far away:

"Wang Zhaodi, you useless piece of trash! Can't you see that filthy thing is still moving? Are you trying to kill us?!"

"If the zombies scare my son and cause him any problems, I'll break your legs!"

A chubby young man's head popped out of another car window.

His name is Wang Yaozu, and he is Wang Zhaodi's younger brother. He is about twenty years old and has a face full of acne.

Wang Yaozu, who failed to get into university, relied on his family for food and drink for many years.

As a mama's boy, he was just now trembling with fear, cowering in the arms of a plump old woman, because the minibus got stuck.

Seeing that there were no hordes of zombies approaching for the time being, they became bolder.

He pointed at Wang Zhaodi and launched into a tirade, his voice even louder than his mother's:

"Wang Zhaodi, get the hell out of here! You can't even do the simplest things right! What the hell am I supposed to do with you?!"

Wang Yaozu patted the car window frame, his chubby face, covered in acne scars, flushed red.

"What's the use of reading so many books?! In the end, you're still just a useless person!"

"I'd rather she got married sooner so I could have some money for a dowry!"

The plump woman spat at Wang Zhaodi, then continued her tirade, picking up where her son left off:

"What are you standing there for? Get it done now! Otherwise, you won't be able to touch a single grain of rice for the next few days!"

"It doesn't matter if you die, but don't drag my Yaozu down with you! He's the only heir of the Wang family!"

Wang Zhaodi listened to her mother and younger brother's insults, and her palms were rubbed raw by stones, with sand and gravel stuck in the wounds, causing her excruciating pain.

Tears finally streamed down her already swollen and red eyes.

Tears fell into the zombie's viscous, dark brown blood, splashing up tiny blood flowers.

Wang Zhaodi quickly tried to wipe away the tears with her wide sleeves, but she couldn't wipe them all away. The more she wiped, the more tears she shed, and her sleeves were soaked with tears.

Even so, she still dared not utter a single cry.

She knew from a young age that if she cried out, she would be scolded, beaten, and deprived of food for several days.

Wang Zhaodi was born into a rural family with extreme patriarchal values ​​and never had enough to eat as a child.

Her younger brother ate the eggs, but she could only eat the leftover egg scraps and shells.

She can only wear her younger brother's hand-me-downs, including his shoes.

If it weren't for Teacher Fang's financial support and Senior Wu's help, plus her own desperate desire to leave the mountains, she would never have been able to attend university or even get into one.

But who would have thought that after transmigrating to this world, he would actually form a team with them again.

In this world, only Teacher Fang and Senior Sister Wu care about her.

But having traveled here, it's impossible for me to encounter them.

Wang Zhaodi grew increasingly desperate, yet a glimmer of light remained in her eyes.

Despite the pain in her palm, Wang Zhaodi dodged the zombie's hand and continued to raise the stone, smashing it down on the zombie's head one after another.

The sharp stone struck the skull with a dull thud.

Since she transmigrated to this time, she hasn't drunk a drop of water or eaten a single bite of food.

My mother and younger brother took it all away.

The mother took it for granted that all the supplies were given to her younger brother, saying that he was the pillar of the family.

She was just an outsider who would eventually marry out, and naturally, she didn't deserve to enjoy the supplies during such difficult times.

Wang Zhaodi didn't refute, nor did she dare to, otherwise she would be beaten and have nothing to eat again.

Getting beaten up wasn't a big deal for her; she was used to it.

But she really dislikes being hungry, she really dislikes it!

Wang Zhaodi drove the car all day, she was the one who got out to search for supplies, and she was the one who fought desperately against the zombies.

The mother and younger brother remained huddled in the car, their feet never touching the ground.

Wang Zhaodi was already weak and sickly due to malnutrition in her childhood. She hadn't eaten anything all day, and her vision kept going black.

Kneeling on the ground, I could feel the coolness of the ground even through my long black sweatpants.

Wang Zhaodi's arms were shaking, her fingers were starting to go weak, and she felt an emptiness and a soreness in her stomach.

She struggled to lift the stone again, and suddenly everything went black before her eyes, and the world spun around her.

The stone in his hand was too slippery because of the blood on his palm. He lost his grip and it fell to the ground with a crack, shattering into several pieces.

The gravel was scattered in the thick blood.

They lost their last weapon.

The three zombies behind the car roared and drew closer, now only about 200 meters away.

But the insults coming from the car window continued, growing increasingly offensive:

"You jinx! You can't even hold a rock properly! Go to hell!"

"You're utterly useless! You deserved to die! We should have thrown you away a long time ago!"

Wang Zhaodi stared blankly at the rubble on the ground.

The last glimmer of light in his eyes faded away.

She stared at the zombie that was still opening its mouth towards her.

Wang Zhaodi lifted her sleeve, revealing her slender, fair arms.

These arms are thinner than those of an elementary school student.

She slowly extended her arm toward the zombie's mouth.

The zombie immediately became excited and tried its best to reach out to Wang Zhaodi.

The mouth that kept opening and closing had black bits of flesh clinging to its teeth, and a putrid stench wafted out.

Wang Zhaodi slowly closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face.

Let's leave it at that.

If I die, I won't have to be beaten anymore.

Once you're dead, you won't be so hungry anymore.

Once you're dead, you'll never have to hear those vicious words again.

I'm so sorry! Teacher Fang, Senior Wu, I... can't go on living...

next moment!

Ding-dong!

A crisp system notification sounded in her mind.

The private message icon is lit up.

Wang Zhaodi suddenly opened her eyes and instinctively withdrew her hand.

With trembling fingers, she tapped the private chat interface, a hint of anticipation appearing in her eyes.

Chen: "I'll trade you my blueprints for a crowbar and a pack of compressed biscuits."

Morning: "Don't give up! You must hold your head high and live proudly!"

Wang Zhaodi's pupils suddenly contracted.

Then, her hands trembled uncontrollably, and the words on the screen slowly blurred in her eyes.

In this place, someone actually told her, "Don't give up."

Someone actually told her to "live proudly".

Surprisingly, there were people other than Teacher Fang and Senior Wu who cared about her.

At this moment, the grievances and despair in Wang Zhaodi's heart finally broke down.

She covered her mouth tightly, her thin shoulders trembling violently, and intermittent sobs came from her hands.

Tears streamed down her face like beads from a broken string.

[Wang Zhaodi's favorability rating: 0→30]

It was exactly 9 p.m. at that time.

08:60