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

Wang Zhaodi stopped crying.

She took deep breaths and stared intently at the two lines of text that "Chen" had sent.

Wang Zhaodi's lips trembled uncontrollably as she choked back sobs and murmured in a low voice:

"You must hold your head high...and live proudly..."

"You must! Stand tall! Live with pride!"

She said the last sentence through gritted teeth.

Wang Zhaodi raised her arm and wiped away her tears with her sleeve.

Her sleeves were soaked and she couldn't wipe them clean, so she kept wiping them until the corners of her eyes were sore from the rubbing and turned an unnatural red.

Wang Zhaodi clenched her fist gently, which aggravated the wound on her palm. Gravel was squeezed into her flesh, causing her to frown in pain.

Her eyes were still filled with tears, but her gaze had changed, now showing a resolute determination to live.

Even after being transported to this world, there are still people who care about her.

It was "Chen" who gave her this ray of light.

She wanted to live to find "Chen" and see "Chen" with her own eyes!

She wanted to ask 'Chen' if she could take her in.

If 'Chen' refuses, it's not too late to die then...

It's simple for a person to die; all it takes is one reason.

Living is simple, and you only need one reason.

Wang Zhaodi's fingers trembled as she typed out a reply quickly, her fingertips pressing the wrong keys several times:

00086: "I'll initiate the trade now!"

After sending the message, Wang Zhaodi immediately went to the car door.

She instinctively wiped her blood- and sand-stained hands on her trouser leg.

Blood mixed with sand smeared on her trouser leg, causing her to gasp in pain, but she bit her lip tightly, afraid to make a sound.

She was afraid that blood would drip into the car and make a mess, which would then get her scolded by her mother.

Wang Zhaodi opened the car door, and the moment her foot touched the floor of the car, her mother Li Cuilian's shrill curses rained down on her:

"You jinx, you good-for-nothing! You dare come up here without even killing the zombies? Are you trying to lure them here and kill my daughter and me?!"

Wang Yaozu slumped in his chair and joined in the cursing, his voice even louder than his mother's:

"Get down there right now! Can't you see those three zombies are almost here?!"

Wang Zhaodi lowered her head even further under her black hood and walked quickly to Li Cuilian, her eyes fixed on her ill-fitting old sneakers.

Her exposed toes curled up uneasily, and she spoke weakly:

"Mom...the blueprints have been sold...give me the blueprints, and I'll be able to deal with the zombies by changing my weapons."

Li Cuilian was stunned.

That tattered blueprint had been hanging there for a day without anyone asking about it, and she had long since given up hope. But unexpectedly, it actually sold.

Can it be exchanged for weapons?

Li Cuilian looked at Wang Zhaodi suspiciously.

This money-losing product isn't lying to me, is it?

Wang Yaozu, however, looked on with disdain and contempt.

"What idiot would buy washing machine blueprints?"

"It's hard enough to eat and drink in this godforsaken place, who the hell thinks about doing laundry? Hey! How much is that idiot willing to pay?"

From childhood to adulthood, Wang Yaozu has never called her "sister".

In this family, Wang Zhaodi was known by various names, including "feeding," "money-losing brat," and "jinx."

In Wang Yaozu's eyes, Wang Zhaodi was not family at all, but just a slave who could work and would later bring him dowry.

Li Cuilian reached into her spatial backpack and pulled out the blueprint. Just as she was about to give it to Wang Zhaodi, she abruptly pulled her hand back and glared at him:

"How many were actually sold?"

The three zombies outside the car window were getting closer and closer, only 150 meters away.

Wang Zhaodi was a little anxious:

"One...a crowbar...and a pack of compressed biscuits."

Her voice grew softer and softer, and she lowered her head even further.

Wang Zhaodi knew that this price was lower than the market price.

A standard D-grade blueprint can be exchanged for ten packs of compressed biscuits.

But what they had were washing machine blueprints, which nobody wanted; they'd be lucky to even sell them.

Li Cuilian's voice suddenly rose, her shrill voice piercing the ears:

"What?! You traded a blueprint worth ten survival coins for this piece of junk?! You wasteful good-for-nothing!"

Spit landed on Wang Zhaodi's face. She dared not dodge or wipe it away, and could only clutch the hem of her clothes and whisper her explanation:

"Mom... really... nobody wants it... you know, who here would need a washing machine..."

"You think you're all grown up now? You dare talk back to me?!"

Li Cuilian raised her hand, intending to slap him.

Looking out the car window, Wang Yaozu watched the zombies getting closer and closer. More red dots were approaching from the farmland on both sides of the road, densely packed together.

His legs went weak with fear, and he was barely able to speak:

"Mom...! Hurry...give her the blueprints! Let's get the car out of here first! If we don't leave now, we'll all die!"

Li Cuilian glanced out the window and realized that the zombies were indeed getting closer, which made her panic.

She gritted her teeth and shoved the blueprints into Wang Zhaodi's arms:

"You good-for-nothing! If you can't even handle this simple task, I'll break your legs today!"

Wang Zhaodi gripped the blueprints tightly, bit her lower lip, and immediately initiated the transaction.

In no time, the blueprints turned into specks of light and disappeared in her hands.

Instead, there was a silver-white metal crowbar and a bag of compressed biscuits.

The crowbar was quite heavy; Wang Zhaodi could barely grip it with both hands.

Just as she was about to turn around and get out of the car, she heard Wang Yaozu's cold laugh behind her:

"Hey! Give me the cookies!"

Wang Zhaodi suddenly stopped in her tracks.

She looked down at the compressed biscuits in her hand and swallowed.

She hadn't drunk a drop of water or eaten a single bite all day.

Her stomach problems, which she had developed from years of hunger as a child, flared up again. It felt like countless hands were twisting inside her stomach, and the pain made her break out in a cold sweat.

She obtained this blueprint after risking her life to kill two zombies in the dungeon.

She almost died at the hands of zombies.

Taking a bite isn't too much to ask, is it?

Just one bite, just one bite is enough.

Thinking of this, Wang Zhaodi slightly tightened her grip on the compressed biscuit.

Seeing this, Li Cuilian rushed over and slapped Wang Zhaodi hard on the forehead.

*Smack!*

The sound was crisp; it looked painful.

Li Cuilian has a constitution of 9 points and an attack power of 11 points. This slap was clearly not held back.

Wang Zhaodi's head was slapped violently to one side, her ears were ringing, and her vision was blurring.

Hot tears welled up instantly, but she bit her lower lip tightly, stubbornly refusing to let them fall.

I'm used to it; getting slapped once is considered good.

But...it hurts so much...

It really hurts...

Li Cuilian reached out to snatch the compressed biscuits from her hand, cursing under her breath:

"Are you fucking deaf? My son is talking to you!"

"What the hell are you standing there for? Can't you see the zombies are getting closer? Hurry up and get the car fixed!"

But Li Cuilian discovered that she couldn't move the gun.

Wang Zhaodi's hand was gripped tightly.

She clutched her stomach, which was cramping with pain, and slowly raised her head to look at Li Cuilian, her red eyes filled with pleading.

Her eyes were terribly red, and the tip of her nose had a pitiful pink tinge.

Anyone who sees this will feel sorry for them.

Wang Zhaodi's voice was soft, tinged with both probing and pleading:

"Mom...I haven't eaten all day, and my stomach hurts terribly..."

"Just...just one bite, okay? Even half a bite is fine..."

"These blueprints... I'm the one who brought them back..."

Li Cuilian glared and cursed viciously:

"What are you eating! Can't you see my son is so thin from hunger? You worthless brat, you dare to eat?!"

Li Cuilian snatched the compressed biscuits and shoved Wang Zhaodi hard.

She pointed at the car door and yelled:

"Get down there and get to work! Once you're done, drive away!"

With that push, Wang Zhaodi's already frail body fell directly to the ground.

He instinctively braced his palms on the ground, and the wound that had just managed to stop bleeding was torn open again.

It hurts even more now...