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

(Note: Wang Zhaodi is Xiao Chulu; she was not sexually assaulted or touched.)

08:25

There are about 10 minutes left before Jiang Chen sends his message.

A dilapidated minibus was driving on the highway.

The only change was that a cloth was now hanging on the outside of the minibus.

These words were written on the cloth in dark brown blood:

"Xiao Chulu! Anyone can come, 10 survival coins!"

Inside the minibus, Li Cuilian was driving.

She glanced at Wang Zhaodi, who was huddled in the back seat, in the rearview mirror.

Wang Zhaodi's legs and hands were tied with hemp rope, and a rag was stuffed into her mouth.

She knew perfectly well what was written on the cloth outside the car.

But she never imagined that her mother would treat her as a tool for making money, and specifically, a tool for making money by serving men...

Moreover, his own younger brother was helping him write those words, and he was laughing as he wrote!

She clearly looks forward to being with other men...

And those words... they didn't treat me like a human being at all!

Wang Zhaodi dared not imagine the despair she would face if she actually encountered players from other teams in this lawless world...

Thinking of this, tears streamed down Wang Zhaodi's beautiful but thin face like tiny beads.

Her shoulders trembled violently, but she bit down hard on the rag in her mouth, not daring to utter a single sob.

She was very afraid of pain and didn't want to be slapped by Li Cuilian again.

Wang Zhaodi didn't want to be defiled by other men; she just wanted to be clean and pure because she wanted to leave her most pristine self for Brother Chen.

She was afraid that Brother Chen would dislike her because she was dirty...

Fortunately, we haven't encountered any other teams since we cleared the dungeon.

Otherwise, Wang Zhaodi wouldn't dare to think about it...

Wang Zhaodi also tried to break free many times. Her wrists and ankles were rubbed raw and bloody by the rough hemp rope, and the blood seeping out turned the rope dark red.

The protruding hemp rope was tightly embedded in her torn flesh, causing her to grit her teeth in pain.

Every time Wang Zhaodi struggled to break free, she was met with a full-force slap from Li Cuilian.

This biological mother really didn't hold back, and she even deliberately avoided hitting Wang Zhaodi's face, only hitting the back of her head, clearly not wanting to damage Wang Zhaodi's face and affect the price.

Li Cuilian was burly and strong. With one slap, not only would Wang Zhaodi's frail body, which seemed like it could be blown away by the wind, make even an ordinary man wince.

Wang Zhaodi was already frail and sickly, and after a few slaps, she was dizzy and her vision blurred.

She briefly lost consciousness several times, but quickly woke up each time.

She held her eyes tightly, just like when you're in Chinese or English class at 10 a.m.

Even though you're incredibly sleepy, you're sitting in the front row and stubbornly refuse to fall asleep.

Wang Zhaodi was in this state at that moment.

She was afraid that when she woke up, there would be someone lying on top of her...

After being slapped several times, Wang Zhaodi stopped struggling. It wasn't that she gave up resisting, but rather that she wanted to conserve her energy and find an opportunity to escape.

If I'm really going to be violated by those people, I'd rather be bitten to death by zombies. At least my body would be clean, and Brother Chen wouldn't be ashamed of me...

As Wang Zhaodi thought about it, tears streamed down her face again.

She didn't want to die, she really didn't.

She wanted to survive, and she wanted to see Brother Chen and her senior classmates.

But Wang Zhaodi, with her eyes blurred by tears, stared intently at the two people in front of the car through her drooping black hair.

If she had the chance, she would definitely kill those two before she died!

Wang Yaozu sat in the front row, turning his head from time to time to look at Wang Zhaodi, who was huddled in a ball in the back row, with a provocative gaze.

In Wang Yaozu's eyes, Wang Zhaodi at this moment was no different from a dead dog.

He completely looked down on the thin Wang Zhaodi; he preferred the plump, but that didn't stop him from mocking her.

At that moment, outside the minibus, what Wang Zhaodi had feared still happened.

Suddenly, another highway appeared in the distance.

A small van could be vaguely seen driving on that road.

However, this small truck is not the same as Gu Yu's.

The van is blue, and there is a zombie hanging on each side of the cargo bed.

And it was a living zombie!

The zombie's hands were severed and its jaw was cut off, rendering it completely incapable of attacking.

In the driver's seat was a middle-aged man who wasn't wearing a shirt; he was dressed in black shorts that were almost dangling down, with a bit of red trim showing...

The middle-aged man's name is Li Fan. He is bald on top, and when he sits in the driver's seat, his neck is tilted forward, and his beer belly is bulging.

I feel like if he turned into a zombie, he would definitely mutate into an exploding zombie.

Li Fan wore black and red Buddhist prayer beads on his left hand and had a tattoo on his right forearm.

He wore a diamond wedding ring on the ring finger of his left hand.

The most ironic thing is that there are jade plaques hanging from the driver's seat, with these words engraved on them:

"No temper, no wealth"

Li Fan was steering the wheel with his left hand and gnawing on a piece of charred meat with his right.

Upon closer inspection, several small bones were found scattered near the driver's seat.

The truck's cargo compartment was splattered with blood.

A woman in her thirties named Liu Lan was huddled in the corner.

Her body was covered in light purple bruises, clearly from being punched or struck with a blunt object.

The bruises are largest, especially around the corners of the eyes and mouth.

There were also light purple handprints on his neck.

The most shocking thing is that Liu Lan's right leg was gone, but the stump had miraculously turned into a smooth piece of flesh.

Her right leg was hanging inside the carriage, blood dripping from the severed wound onto the carriage floor. The flesh at her calf was gone, exposing the bloody bone.

The cut on this lower leg was clearly not from a bite; it was cut off...

Liu Lan also wore the same diamond wedding ring on the ring finger of her left hand.

She was huddled in the innermost corner of the carriage, her face pale.

She buried her head deep in her knees, occasionally letting out a silly, dazed laugh.

"My daughter...my daughter..."

"Xixi, be good...don't cry...don't cry...Mommy's here! Hehehe..."

"As long as Mommy's here, Xixi will be fine, hehehe! As long as Mommy's here..."

As she spoke, her body trembled uncontrollably, and her foolish laughter was mixed with sobs.

After a while, Liu Lan slowly raised her head, revealing a pair of empty and lifeless eyes, looking at her right leg that was being hoisted up.

To be precise, it was looking at the baby next to his right leg, who had turned into a zombie and lost his hands and feet.

The child zombie, also hanging upside down, kept opening its little mouth towards Liu Lan, letting out childish roars, as if calling for "Mommy".

She is Liu Lan's daughter...

Even though Liu Lan had gone mad and her right leg had been cut off, the words she spoke were still meant to comfort her daughter.

Her maternal love was etched into her very bones.

Li Fan, in the driver's seat of the small truck, saw the cloth on the minibus from afar, and also saw the large characters on the cloth.

He glanced at the bloodstained metal baseball bat and watermelon knife beside him, a lewd smile creeping onto his face.

"Damn it! In this lawless world, they still dare to take money?"

"If I don't pay, then it's not a point!"

"Hehehe! Xiao Chulu, I'm here!"

As he spoke, Li Fan stepped on the gas, and the Class 2 truck sped along the road.

The two highways meet in the distance.

The two vehicles are about to meet.