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

Wang Zhaodi's face turned even paler, and even her lips were bloodless.

She gasped for breath, cold sweat dripping down her chin and falling onto the road, forming dark dots.

Due to the effects of adrenaline, Wang Zhaodi didn't feel much pain in her ankle at first, but now the pain is gradually settling in. However, she still tries to run with her whole foot on the ground, just to live a little longer.

Every time her right foot touched the ground, a piercing pain shot through her ankle, but she gritted her teeth and remained silent.

The intense running made the wound on his calf even larger, and blood dripped down his trouser leg, leaving intermittent bloodstains on the ground.

Wang Zhaodi was already prone to hypoglycemia due to chronic hunger, and with the added blood loss, she quickly felt dizzy and lightheaded, as if the scene before her was slightly spinning.

She was sweating profusely and breathing heavily, clearly showing signs of impending shock.

She didn't know she was about to go into shock.

She just kept going and kept running forward.

Even if it's just a second longer, maybe Brother Chen will actually arrive.

Wang Zhaodi's speed noticeably slowed down.

Wang Yaozu, however, had already caught up.

He grabbed a crowbar and cursed angrily:

"Damn it! You bitch! You dare to run away?!"

As he spoke, Wang Yaozu struck Wang Zhaodi's right ankle hard with a crowbar!

*Snap!*

Wang Zhaodi's right ankle bent inward and broke, while her foot twisted outward.

She stumbled, lost her balance, and fell forward onto the ground, instinctively bracing herself with her hands.

Wang Zhaodi's newly formed scab on her palm was torn open again, and the wound was still mixed with sand and gravel.

His knee slammed into the rough asphalt, tearing his black sweatpants and scraping off a layer of skin, with gravel embedded in the wound.

It looks so painful...

Wang Zhaodi bit her lower lip so hard that it bled, but she didn't utter a sound.

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she forced them back, blinking hard so that not a single tear fell.

Even though Wang Zhaodi's palms, knees, and ankles were in great pain, she still forced herself to stand up, but as soon as she pulled her right foot back down, she fell back to the ground in pain.

She had no choice but to crawl forward using both her hands and feet.

Wang Zhaodi stared intently ahead at the road, where a parallel road was rapidly extending toward them.

Meanwhile, a black object was rapidly approaching from the parallel road.

But she had only climbed a few steps when Wang Yaozu caught up with her and stepped on her back.

Wang Yaozu exerted a slight force with his right foot, combined with his own weight, pressing down on Wang Zhaodi's slender body under her hoodie, like a stone pinning her to the ground.

Wang Zhaodi's body jolted, her chest slammed into the road, and her ribs throbbed painfully.

She struggled to crawl forward, scratching bloody marks on the pavement with her fingers, her fingertips bleeding.

Wang Yaozu's attention was focused on Wang Zhaodi, and he didn't notice that another parallel road had appeared.

Wang Yaozu looked at Wang Zhaodi, who was still struggling under his feet, and laughed out loud, feeling an unprecedented sense of satisfaction!

He experienced for the first time what it meant to be a man!

He believed that a real man was one who could dominate a woman, making her crawl, beg, and struggle like an insect under his feet!

Because that's how his dad treated his mom!

I used hitting and scolding to force my mother to submit.

His father taught him the same way from a young age:

"Look at your son, you can't spoil a woman! If you keep hitting her, her only request will be for you to stop hitting her. If you stop hitting her, she'll have countless other demands!"

At this moment, Wang Yaozu felt that his father was absolutely right!

Women shouldn't be spoiled.

They become obedient as soon as they are hit.

They take advantage of your kindness if you don't punish them.

Before he traveled through time, he was bound by laws and dared not take any action.

Now?

Who the hell can control him?

Wang Yaozu raised the crowbar again, aiming it at Wang Zhaodi's head.

Wang Zhaodi subconsciously raised her hand to protect her head; this was an unconscious muscle memory she had developed from being beaten.

She has done this action countless times.

This is what it's like when my father beats me at home.

Just get through these few moments and everything will be fine.

The pain will pass quickly.

Wang Yaozu was stunned. In the past, this good-for-nothing would have begged for mercy, but why was he not saying a word now?!

What Wang Yaozu didn't know was that Wang Zhaodi would no longer beg for mercy from these two men.

Never again!

Wang Yaozu sneered.

Not begging for mercy?

That means they didn't fight hard enough!

He was about to strike again, to savor the pleasure of dominating a woman, when Li Cuilian stopped him:

"Yaozu! Stop hitting him! You'll have to get a refund if you break him!"

Wang Yaozu then spat and put down the crowbar.

Wang Zhaodi's vision kept going black, and she experienced brief periods of blurred vision. She also felt sleepy all the time, but as soon as she closed her eyes, a sharp pain in her ankle would wake her up.

Unable to contain her thirst, she awoke and crawled forward with all her might, forcing herself to open her eyes and look at the parallel road in front of her, watching it intersect with her own road.

But every time Wang Zhaodi was about to crawl forward, Wang Yaozu impatiently stepped her back.

She climbed again.

Wang Yaozu stepped on it again.

Repeatedly.

Wang Zhaodi, however, never gave up.

She kept trying to live a little longer.

She kept muttering something, very softly, you had to get close to hear it:

"Live...to survive!"

"Even if... just one more second!"

"Brother Chen said...we have to wait for him!"

Wang Zhaodi's words sounded like chanting scriptures, or perhaps like she was encouraging herself.

Wang Yaozu didn't hear clearly and didn't care.

Li Fan pointed at Wang Zhaodi, who was still struggling wildly even though she was being trampled on the ground, then turned to glare at Li Cuilian, his eyes clearly showing his displeasure:

"Hey! Sis! How am I supposed to play like this? I'm fucking dying!"

"Dead people don't cost that much!"

He irritably brandished the watermelon knife in his hand, the tip pointing at Wang Zhaodi:

"Numbers! Refund!"

Li Cuilian quickly forced a smile, her chubby face piling up:

"Boss, don't be angry, don't be angry. We're just out having fun, it's not necessary. I'll just... I'll just return one!"

"This slut is actually quite pretty, she's not a hindrance..."

As Li Cuilian spoke, she called out to Wang Yaozu:

"Yaozu, stop stepping on her! Quickly pull her back and let this boss have some fun!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Li Cuilian squinted at the distance and murmured softly, her tone slightly excited:

"Huh? There are other players? Looks like I can close two deals today!"

Upon hearing his mother's words, Wang Yaozu bent down, grabbed Wang Zhaodi's hair, and lifted it up.

Wang Zhaodi's head was pulled back, revealing her pale face and swollen eyes. She looked pitiful, and no one knew how Wang Yaozu could do such a thing.

She kept scratching at Wang Yaozu's hand, struggling with her last bit of strength.

Wang Yaozu turned around, intending to grab Wang Zhaodi's hair and drag her back.

But the next moment, the hairs on his body suddenly stood on end!

Goosebumps appeared on the surface of my skin.

His body trembled uncontrollably.

An intense, tangible killing intent was stabbing at me from behind!

Wang Yaozu had never felt this way before.

It's like you're walking in the wild and suddenly a king cobra stands upright in front of you, staring intently at you, its forked tongue flicking rapidly.

You will subconsciously feel scared, your body will instinctively feel goosebumps, and your adrenaline will surge.

Wang Yaozu is currently in this state.

He swallowed subconsciously and stiffly turned his head to look.

A black steel behemoth was speeding towards them.

The speed was outrageous, and the engine sound was deep and heavy, like a giant beast roaring angrily.

The roof of the vehicle was densely packed with gun barrels, and there was also a cannon that looked incredibly thick.

Wang Yaozu couldn't count how many gun barrels there were, because this steel beast was just too fast!

What terrified Wang Yaozu the most was that the murderous intent came from this vehicle.

Startled, Wang Yaozu quickly loosened Wang Zhaodi's hair and collapsed to the ground.

He abandoned the crowbar and crawled towards Li Cuilian, tumbling and scrambling.

Upon closer inspection, his pants were soaked, with yellow liquid dripping down onto the road.

Wang Yaozu was so scared he wet himself...

Li Cuilian was terrified when she saw the black steel behemoth rapidly approaching, especially the rows of gun barrels on the roof, which were pointed directly at the three of them.

Li Fan stared blankly at the gun barrels on the vehicle, his legs trembling, and he almost dropped the watermelon knife in his hand.

Wang Zhaodi still hasn't given up!

Despite the excruciating pain and drowsiness, she crawled forward little by little.

Her vision was blurred, like someone with nearsightedness; she couldn't see the scene in front of her clearly, only a blurry black shadow growing larger and larger.

For some reason, when Wang Zhaodi saw the black shadow, her tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and an unprecedented sense of security welled up in her heart.

Her chapped lips moved slightly as she murmured softly, over and over again:

"Brother Chen..."

"Brother Chen..."