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

In order not to be thrown off the bus, and in order to live to see "Chen"!

Wang Zhaodi bit her lower lip hard, enduring the tearing pain in her hand, and carefully wiped the bloodstains off the ground with the wide sleeve of her sweatshirt.

Then she turned and got out of the car, dragging the heavy crowbar.

The crowbar was heavier than she had imagined, and she could only grip it tightly with her two thin arms.

The tip of the stick could only drag on the concrete of the road, making a screeching metallic scraping sound that was particularly eerie in the silent night.

After getting off the car, Wang Zhaodi looked up at the car window.

Li Cuilian was tearing open the packaging of compressed biscuits and smiling as she handed them to Wang Yaozu:

"My dear son, eat up, don't go hungry."

Wang Yaozu, whose body was extremely obese, sat up straight, his eyes shining.

He took the cookie, took a big bite, and crumbs fell from the corner of his mouth.

Wang Yaozu saw Wang Zhaodi looking at him through the car window.

So he defiantly raised his chin.

One bite after another.

He devoured the compressed biscuit that Wang Zhaodi had worked so hard to get by killing zombies in just a few bites.

Wang Zhaodi felt even hungrier and her stomach hurt even more.

She held the crowbar, her head bowed, her long black hair obscuring most of her face, and her eyelashes still glistening with tears.

She forced herself to move, her legs weak, toward the zombie stuck in the wheel.

Suddenly, a whistle came from above.

Wang Zhaodi looked up.

Wang Yaozu was peering down at her through the car window, his small eyes filled with disdain.

"Hey! Here you go!"

He licked the crumbs off his right fingers, then loosened his grip on the empty compressed biscuit bag in his left hand.

The bag floated down, and tiny crumbs of biscuits inside scattered like snowflakes into the pool of sticky zombie blood beside the wheel.

Debris fell onto the stained blood.

It swells, turns red, and sinks.

Wang Zhaodi stared at the debris.

She was very hungry.

My stomach feels empty, and my stomach acid is churning.

But reason told her she couldn't eat it, absolutely not.

If you eat it, you'll turn into a zombie.

She wants to live.

She was going to find "Chen".

If one day isn't enough, try two.

If two days isn't enough, then ten days will do.

As long as 'Chen' is alive, she will not give up.

Wang Zhaodi looked away.

There was still a glimmer of light in her eyes, though very faint, it was still shining.

She lifted the crowbar with both hands; the bar was so heavy that her arms were shaking.

Blood flowed from the torn wound on his palm, trickling down the handle of the stick.

Wang Zhaodi aimed the tip of the stick at the zombie's eye socket and, with all her might, stabbed it down hard.

*Pfft!*

Thick, dark brown blood splattered all over her face.

The zombie roared, twitched twice, and then remained still.

"Ding-dong—"

A gleaming gold survival coin fell from the zombie and rolled under the car.

Wang Zhaodi's eyes lit up.

Survival coins.

She knew that one survival coin could be exchanged for a pack of compressed biscuits, which would allow her to live for a day or two longer.

She timidly glanced up at the car, like a frightened little rabbit.

Li Cuilian was anxiously looking around.

After finishing the compressed biscuits, Wang Yaozu let out a satisfied burp and patted his belly.

Neither of them noticed the movement under the car.

Wang Zhaodi squatted down and reached her hand under the car.

Once my fingertips reached the cold coin, I quickly clenched it in my palm.

She stuffed the survival coin into the deepest part of her pocket and poked it with her finger to make sure it wouldn't fall out.

Only after doing all this did she begin to drag the zombie corpse.

too heavy.

She gritted her teeth, pushed off the ground with her feet, and leaned back to barely pull the body out from under the wheels.

Fortunately, the zombie's flesh was almost rotting, and Wang Zhaodi tore it all apart with a pull.

Internal organs were dragging on the ground, and dark brown intestines were hanging from the tires.

Wang Zhaodi took a crowbar, bent down, and crushed the pieces of flesh and bones stuck inside the wheel.

One after another.

You have to give it your all every time.

Each time I hit my palm, it hurts even more.

After doing all this, she stood up slightly, panting and occasionally coughing.

Wang Zhaodi's lips turned even paler, her vision blurred, her knees went weak, and she felt like she was about to collapse.

She glanced back at the road.

The three zombies were less than twenty meters away.

The closest ones were already accelerating, roaring as they charged toward the minibus.

Wang Zhaodi dragged the crowbar and jogged towards the minibus.

But as soon as he stepped onto the train, Li Cuilian's cursing began:

"What are you dawdling for?! Hurry up and start driving!"

Wang Yaozu was so frightened that his chubby face turned deathly pale. He huddled in his seat, trembling, and pointed out the window, screaming incoherently:

"Hurry...hurry! They're coming! Hurry up, you son of a bitch!"

Wang Zhaodi put down the crowbar and slumped into the driver's seat.

She gripped the steering wheel with both hands, the wounds on her palms touching the rough surface, causing her to break out in a cold sweat and bite her lips even tighter.

Wang Zhaodi struggled to start the minibus.

The engine sputtered twice, but it wouldn't start!

The three zombies were already roaring and pounding on the car window.

Li Cuilian screamed:

"Useless! You can't even drive a car properly!"

Wang Yaozu was so frightened that he crawled under the seat, covering his head and not daring to make a sound.

More zombies began to swarm around.

Wang Zhaodi took a deep breath and twisted her head again.

"Put-put-put—"

The engine finally started.

She endured the pain in her palm, quickly shifted gears, and stepped on the gas.

The wheels spun around a few times, making a screeching sound.

Then, the minibus jolted violently and actually moved forward a short distance.

The minibus tires rolled over the pool of dark brown blood, over bits of flesh and bone, and drove on.

The three zombies behind the car missed their target.

They roared and chased after the minibus.

More zombies gathered behind them and chased after the minibus.

in the carriage.

Li Cuilian was still cursing:

"You useless thing! You scared my precious son!"

"I'm telling you, you're not eating for the next three days!"

Only when the danger was over did Wang Yaozu dare to resurface.

After hearing the slave being scolded by his mother again, he burst out laughing from the back row.

"Mom, she was glaring at me just now."

"She dares?!" Li Cuilian's voice rose again:

"She's just a fucking outsider! How dare she glare at my precious son? She's asking for it!"

Wang Zhaodi's petite body was nestled in the spacious driver's seat.

Hearing the vicious curses behind her, her swollen eyes welled up with tears again, and the tip of her nose turned a pitiful pink.

Her moist eyes only made her look more pitiful.

Such a beautiful yet fragile girl makes you want to hug her and cherish her.

Wang Zhaodi was like a pure white stray cat that had been abandoned and bullied, filthy all over and so thin that she was just skin and bones.

But it's both very beautiful and very pitiful.

It makes you want to adopt it and give it a warm home.

But Wang Zhaodi tilted her head slightly, biting her lower lip tightly, forcing herself not to let the tears fall.

The next moment, she covered her mouth with her wide sleeve and coughed.

His shoulders were trembling, but he dared not make a loud noise, and his face turned even paler.

She also considered leaving.

Without a vehicle, in this survival world, it's just waiting to die.

Let's not talk about dungeons or other players.

The speed of the million-strong zombie horde behind them had increased to 10 km/h. It was impossible to survive on two legs alone, not to mention that Wang Zhaodi was already sickly.

She also considered driving away herself.

But Li Cuilian and Wang Yaozu treated her like a thief, and never got out of the car, so Wang Zhaodi had no chance at all.

Moreover, with his current physique, he can't even hold a crowbar properly, so he's no match for the two of them.

All we can do is survive.

Endure it.

Then look for an opportunity.

back row.

Li Cuilian sat beside Wang Yaozu, looking at her son with heartache:

"My precious son, are you scared?"

"Quick! Eat more. Look at you, you've lost so much weight since you transmigrated here."

As she spoke, Li Cuilian took out the last pack of compressed biscuits from her [space backpack], tore open the packaging herself, and handed it to Wang Yaozu.

Wang Yaozu is now as fat as a ball.

The flesh on his neck was piled up in three layers, his belly was round and bulging, and his clothes were stretched taut.

If he were infected with the zombie virus, his size would definitely turn him into an exploding zombie.

If Wang Zhaodi is an abandoned, pure white stray cat, then Wang Yaozu is a dog who lives a comfortable life at home and is as fat as a pig.

Wang Yaozu finished the last pack of compressed biscuits in a few bites, then patted his round belly and whine:

"Mom, I'm still hungry..."

Li Cuilian glanced at Wang Zhaodi in the front row.

The thin figure was huddled in the driver's seat, coughing incessantly, his shoulders trembling slightly.

Li Cuilian sneered and whispered in Wang Yaozu's ear:

"Yaozu, Mom has an idea."

"What?"

"My dear son, Mom knows you're hungry. But food is hard to come by these days."

Li Cuilian lowered her voice and pursed her lips towards the driver's seat:

"This loser may be skinny, but her face is alright."

"If we encounter another team tomorrow, Mom will sell her and get some food and water in return."

Wang Yaozu's eyes lit up:

"How many can you sell?"

"She's so thin and sickly, who would want her?"

Li Cuilian gave a cold laugh:

"Even if she's thin, she's still a young girl, and she's pretty too."

"Some men just like that kind of thing, sickly and easy to manipulate."

Wang Yaozu's eyes lit up:

"Then it'll have to be sold at a higher price!"