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

Wang Zhaodi's heart tightened, and she hurriedly stuffed the water and biscuits into her hoodie before quickly closing the private chat interface.

The voice call dropped.

Wang Zhaodi held her breath, pressed her back tightly against the driver's seat, and kept glancing at Li Cuilian through the rearview mirror.

Only when she saw Li Cuilian simply turn over, scratch her back, smack her lips, and fall into a deep sleep again did she dare to slowly exhale, and her slender shoulders relaxed.

She secretly opened the private chat interface and sent Jiang Chen a message:

"Brother Chen, I'm sorry, something came up just now, I need to go to sleep now."

Wang Zhaodi was not going to sleep; she was going to drive until dawn. She only said that so that Brother Chen wouldn't worry about her.

Chen Ge had already given her water and compressed biscuits, so she wouldn't dare ask for more.

This girl is not only sensible but also doesn't want to trouble others. She shoulders everything on her own, and even if she can't bear it, she will grit her teeth and persevere.

This is one of the reasons why she lived such a miserable life.

A few seconds later, Jiang Chen replied with only one word:

"Um"

Wang Zhaodi stared at the simple word "hmm" for a long time, her pale lips gradually curving upwards to reveal a very faint smile.

She murmured softly to the screen:

"Brother Chen... is so nice..."

"The senior students... are great too..."

[Wang Zhaodi's favorability rating: 30→40]

Wang Zhaodi scrolled up the chat history again, until she reached the first two sentences Jiang Chen had sent.

Don't give up! Stand tall and live with pride!

She stared at it for a long time.

again and again.

Finally, I reluctantly closed the private chat interface.

Wang Zhaodi glanced at the rearview mirror.

Li Cuilian and Wang Yaozu were fast asleep, snoring loudly.

Only then did she dare to slowly take out the packet of compressed biscuits and carefully tear open the packaging.

The movements were slow and gentle, as if afraid of making the slightest sound.

If they discover that you've hidden food, not only will it be taken away, but you'll definitely get a beating.

Wang Zhaodi, her lips pale and bloodless, slowly approached a corner of the compressed biscuit and gently bit off a small piece.

She put the cookie in her mouth, slowly sipped it, and savored it.

The cookie crumbs melted slowly in my mouth, salty and sweet, very delicious.

This kind of food that Jiang Chen and the others were tired of eating was a delicacy that Wang Zhaodi was reluctant to finish all at once.

With the cookie still in her mouth, tears unexpectedly fell onto the packaging.

Sometimes she really hates herself for crying so much and for being so useless.

Frail and easily moved to tears, what guy would like someone like that...?

Does Brother Chen hate himself for this side of himself?

Wang Zhaodi was not only moved that she could finally eat, but also relieved that she could finally survive.

But she couldn't bear to swallow it, so she just held that small bite of cookie in her mouth until it completely melted.

Wang Zhaodi had already learned from experience how to avoid hunger; she knew she couldn't eat too much at once, or her stomach would hurt.

She even figured out how much she should eat to suppress the cramps in her stomach.

Long illness makes one a doctor...

After swallowing the compressed biscuit in her mouth, Wang Zhaodi carefully folded the remaining biscuits and stuffed them into the innermost pocket of her hoodie.

She pressed it with her hand to make sure it wouldn't fall out.

We need to save the rest, because we don't know if we'll have anything to eat next time we have a stomachache.

Wang Zhaodi raised her hand to wipe the corner of her eye, gently unscrewed the bottle of water, took a small sip, and still felt thirsty, so she took another small sip.

Savor each sip carefully, as if trying to etch the taste of the water into your mind.

After taking a bite of a biscuit and drinking a couple of sips of water, Wang Zhaodi finally felt alive again, and her stomach pain subsided.

She looked at the dark road ahead, took a deep breath, and then muttered to herself:

"Brother Chen, I will live on."

"I want to live to see the day I can see you again..."

"I...won't give up easily..."

...

The next day, at 05:30 AM.

It was still dark.

The highway was pitch black, with only the headlights of the bus cutting through a small patch of darkness.

The Gatling gun isn't firing much anymore, just occasionally firing a few shots. The number of zombies peaks at the beginning of nightfall, then gradually decreases.

Although the four-story bus was being driven by AI, Ruan Ningshuang still arranged for two girls to take turns on duty every hour to ensure that the bus would not have any accidents while traveling at night.

Whether it was intentional or accidental on Ruan Ningshuang's part, Lu Wanzhou and Ying Feixue were sitting in the driver's seat and passenger seat, respectively.

In Jiang Chen's room...

Jiang Chen was in a daze.

He had a dream that he was soaking in a hot spring, feeling warm and comfortable all over.

But gradually, he realized something was wrong.

Why does this hot spring have a mouth?

Jiang Chen suddenly opened his eyes.

The room was dark, with only the flash of the Gatling gun muzzle filtering through the curtains and flickering on the ceiling.

He looked down at the blanket and saw a small mound in the center of the blanket, which was still moving slightly.

Jiang Chen's pupils contracted, and he abruptly threw off the blanket.

Ruan Ningshuang, dressed in a nun's combat uniform, is demanding...

Jiang Chen was stunned for a moment:

"Frost? What are you doing so early in the morning?"

A blush crept onto Ruan Ningshuang's usually icy face. She pursed her lips and nodded gently.

"Okay..."

Jiang Chen looked completely bewildered: ???

Who did you learn this from?

It must be that wicked girl, Wanzhou!

Ruan Ningshuang tossed her hair, adjusted her posture, and put her knees together.

"Jiang Chen... is this... alright?"

Her cheeks grew increasingly red, but her voice remained earnest:

"Teacher Wen taught me this. She said...it helps us improve our attributes and helps everyone..."

Jiang Chen was woken up and was furious!

And so...