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

Wang Zhaodi rested her hands lightly on the steering wheel, her slender arms, visible through her sleeves, were still trembling, and a wave of soreness rose in her empty stomach.

She bit her lower lip lightly, focusing her attention on the road surface.

Car headlights pierced the darkness, and more and more red lights appeared on both sides of the road.

She couldn't resist opening the private chat interface again.

Chen's two sentences were still lit up on the private chat interface.

Wang Zhaodi has watched it dozens of times.

Every time I watch it, my eyes well up with tears. Beneath the oversized black hoodie, his thin shoulders tremble slightly.

She rubbed her eyes haphazardly with the cuff of her faded hoodie, but couldn't resist looking at them again afterward.

Like a stray kitten abandoned by its owner, yet still curled up on its owner's old clothes, refusing to leave.

She had almost memorized Chen's two sentences, but she couldn't help but look at them over and over again.

Wang Zhaodi's finger hovered over the light screen, wanting to reply but unsure what to say.

After finally typing out a line, I pursed my lips, looked at it for two seconds, and then deleted it word by word.

Type it again, then delete it again.

She lowered her eyelashes, biting her lower lip, her eyelashes trembling uneasily.

I've never met Chen before, what if I bother him?

What if he gets tired of himself?

She didn't want Chen to dislike her.

As Wang Zhaodi hesitated, another message popped up in the private chat:

Chen: "Are you from Tsinghua or Peking University?"

Wang Zhaodi's pupils contracted.

Is Chen also a student at Tsinghua or Peking University?

Her heart pounded, her finger hovered over the screen, and she was about to type a reply that she was from Tsinghua or Peking University.

But suddenly something kicked the back of the seat hard.

"Hey! Can't you drive?! You're driving my precious son crazy!"

Li Cuilian's shrill voice rang out in the carriage.

She had somehow rushed to the driver's seat and kicked the back of the seat hard.

The seat jolted violently, catching Wang Zhaodi completely off guard. Her frail body was jolted forward, and she nearly lost control of the steering wheel.

The minibus also lurched, its tires running over a zombie on the road, causing the entire vehicle to shake violently.

Wang Yaozu huddled in the back row:

"Mom! She ran into zombies again!"

"This money-losing company is trying to ruin us!"

Upon hearing this, Li Cuilian became even angrier.

She bent down and picked up the metal crowbar, its tip pointing directly at Wang Zhaodi:

"If I catch you driving carelessly again, I'll kill you!"

Wang Zhaodi subconsciously shrank her neck, her thin shoulders tense.

Li Cuilian poked her thin shoulder with the tip of the stick, with considerable force, causing her to gasp in pain.

"Did you hear me?!"

Wang Zhaodi endured the pain, hunched her shoulders, and answered in a soft voice:

"I...I heard it."

She hurriedly closed the private chat interface.

Seeing that she had behaved herself, Li Cuilian picked up the crowbar and went back to the back row.

Wang Zhaodi planned to contact Chen again later when she had the chance.

She wanted to confirm whether Chen was a student at Tsinghua or Peking University.

Perhaps it's someone I know?

...

09:23 in the evening.

Jiang Chen sat in the driver's seat, staring at the private chat interface, his brows furrowed.

When Wang Zhaodi's favorability rating rose to 30, he knew that the player in team 00086 was named Wang Zhaodi.

He remembered the name.

The first name written on Teacher Fang Ting's bloodstained note was this one.

Jiang Chen leaned back in his seat, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel.

The image of Teacher Fang Ting throwing out a note before she died flashed through my mind, along with the words on the note soaked with tears.

He waited a few minutes. The private chat interface remained silent.

Forget it, let's not rush it. What if she encounters a very urgent situation?

After all, not everyone is as strong as his team.

Moreover, Jiang Chen was not sure if she was the junior student that Teacher Fang had sponsored.

Jiang Chen is typing.

Morning: "Live well, and reply to me when you have time, preferably with a voice message."

Voice recordings reveal a person's tone and personality more than typing.

After sending the message, he closed the private chat interface and took out the D-grade washing machine blueprint from his spatial backpack.

A light screen popped up.

[Class D washing machine]

[Effect: Can wash up to 50 pieces of clothing simultaneously, with a built-in dryer function. The entire washing and drying process takes 30 minutes. No manual addition of detergent is required. Each run costs 1 Survival Coin.]

[Should we synthesize a D-grade washing machine? Requires 10 Survival Coins]

【whether】

Jiang Chen didn't even think about it and immediately clicked "Yes".

Ten survival coins are nothing.

He currently has 185 survival coins in his inventory.

The optical-magnetic coin collector collected more than thirty coins tonight.

The night isn't over yet, but by tomorrow, I'll probably have over 300 survival coins!

More importantly, although he enjoyed seeing girls in those combat uniforms, he absolutely did not want other players to see them.

This washing machine has a built-in drying function. Tonight, after showering, I just throw my dirty clothes in, and they're ready to wear in half an hour.

Therefore, this washing machine with a built-in drying function must be synthesized!

Is it true that it's hard to gain weight by eating alone?

No! Jiang Chen believes in keeping the good stuff within the family!

A system notification popped up.

Please select the installation location.

For safety reasons, Jiang Chen first slowly parked the bus on the side of the road, engaged the handbrake, and then entered the overhead view.

Where should the washing machine be installed?

For those who find one layer too cramped and two layers too disruptive to sleep, three layers are the most suitable.

It's located near the shower room, so you can easily toss your clothes in after showering.

Jiang Chen's perspective was all the way up.

He never imagined that his downward view might reveal the girls in the shower room...

When the camera panned to the third floor, Jiang Chen's pupils constricted, warm blood trickled from the tip of his nose, and the smell of rust instantly filled his nasal cavity.

He reached out and touched it; his hand was covered in blood.

"Holy crap! Looks like I've been a bit overheated lately!"

Jiang Chen blushed and immediately looked closer to his room, avoiding the shower area.

Lu Wanzhou was alone in the bedroom.

She had already finished showering and changed into that very sexy JK combat outfit.

A dark blue pleated skirt lay on the bed sheet, and a white shirt had a bow tied at the collar.

She sat against the headboard, with Jiang Chen's pillow behind her back.

Those long legs, encased in black stockings, peeked out from under the pleated skirt.

Those two cute and alluring black silk stockings burrowed directly into Jiang Chen's blanket and rubbed against each other.

Lu Wanzhou lowered her head and gently sniffed the pillow:

"Hehe! While Xiao Chen's away, I'm going to sneak off and do something naughty!"

She took a deep breath, looked up in confusion, and muttered to herself:

"Why doesn't it smell fishy?"

"Don't people say online that men's blankets always have that kind of smell?"

"They said there would be crumpled tissues... Xiao Chen's place is clean and there's nothing there."

She took another sniff, unwilling to give up.

"But it smells nice...it has a camellia scent."

Lu Wanzhou frowned:

"Wait! This smell... I feel like I've smelled it somewhere before..."

Jiang Chen wiped the blood from his nose.

He knew that the fragrance of the camellia was the natural scent of Sakura Hiyori.

Jiang Chen coughed lightly, forcibly turning his attention back to the important matter at hand.

He installed the washing machine in the hallway near the shower room, trying his best not to see the girls.

The washing machine appeared in the designated location; it had a square, silver-white metal casing.

Once everything was set up, Jiang Chen immediately exited the overhead view.

He breathed a sigh of relief, leaned back in his chair, and wiped the blood from his nose with his sleeve.

He doesn't consider himself a respectable person, and he never denies being a womanizer.

But he couldn't bring himself to peep on someone showering.

Jiang Chen has great respect for women.

If you're going to watch, then watch openly and honestly!

If you're going to do something, do it openly and honestly!

If someone were to display something so openly and confidently in front of him, like Teacher Wen, Jiang Chen wouldn't even blink!

Without hesitation!

The shower room is divided into six shower stalls, three on the left and three on the right.

There were girls showering in all six shower rooms.

To allow the other girls in line to shower sooner, Lan Xingyao pulled her younger sister Lan Xingwan together in the first shower stall on the right, near the door.

You can vaguely see... through the white mist...