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

Sitting in the driver's seat, Jiang Chen saw the old man in the light blue military uniform and immediately muttered to himself:

"Black Sheep Wall".

The next moment, the old man's personal panel and the motorcycle panel both popped up.

[Player: Zhang Zizhong]

Team ID: 01945

[Talent: I can go wherever the enemy goes! (Rank A)]

[Equipment: Slaying Bandits Greatsword (Grade B)]

[Core Attributes (including equipment bonuses)]

①Attack power: 22

② Physical condition: 41

③Defense: 15

④ Agility: 8

⑤ Mental strength: 6 (mild Alzheimer's disease)

⑥ Luck: 22

Talent: [If the enemy can go, so can I!] (Rank A)

① [Passive Effect: For each Japanese chicken (including humans and zombies) killed, Constitution +1]

②【Passive Effect: Any living creature that the talent holder considers to be Japanese can trigger effect ①.】

Looking at Grandpa Zhang's stats, Jiang Chen wondered how he had accumulated such a high level of physical fitness.

Could it be that Grandpa Zhang really encountered a Japanese player?

Jiang Chen recalled the transport plane that flew over the city of Ceasefire, which had an eagle printed on it.

He thought there might actually be players from other countries.

Jiang Chen continued to use the full map to examine Grandpa Zhang's [Slaying Bandits Greatsword].

【Killing Bandits Greatsword】(Grade B)

①【Passive Effect: Attack Power +10】

②【Passive effect: Damage dealt to Japanese enemies +50%.】

Seeing this, and considering Grandpa Zhang's light blue military uniform, Jiang Chen felt a deep respect for him.

Grandpa Zhang may have participated in the war to defend his country.

Jiang Chen shared Zhang Zizhong's personal panel, weapons, and Tier 2 vehicle information with the girls.

The girls couldn't help but feel a mixture of surprise and respect:

"This grandpa looks quite old, yet he's in such good health! Those who served in the military really are different!"

"My grandfather was also a soldier. He was 72 years old before he time-traveled, and he still rode his bicycle to buy groceries every day."

Tang Yan Little Koi: "I have to say, Grandpa Zhang's talent suits him very well, and his weapon could almost be considered his signature weapon, right?"

"They are indeed a good match, but... Grandpa lives alone and has mild dementia. Isn't that a bit pitiful?"

"Sisters, although Grandpa looks pitiful, we can't let our guard down. He's managed to live all this time and maintain a physical strength of 41, so he's quite powerful!"

Zhang Zizhong was riding his motorcycle, his eyes were a little blurry, and he didn't notice the black steel behemoth rapidly approaching in his rearview mirror.

His hearing is also failing.

Beneath the light blue octagonal cap, strands of white hair peeked out, fluttering in the wind.

Zhang Zizhong held the motorcycle handlebars with his left hand, and reached into his chest pocket with his right hand, gently pinching out a piece of dark red cotton cloth with his index finger and thumb.

The cotton fabric was already pilling, with many frayed threads and scattered bright red patches.

But Zhang Zizhong folded the red cotton cloth neatly.

Grandpa Zhang suddenly wanted to see his old squad leader and the others.

So he slowly pulled over and stopped his old-fashioned black and red motorcycle.

He sat on the motorcycle and transferred the red cotton cloth to his calloused left palm.

With trembling right hand, she slowly pinched a corner of the dark red cotton cloth and gently pulled it open.

A black and white photograph with yellowed edges lies quietly in the center of a dark red cotton cloth.

Zhang Zizhong looked down at the black and white photograph in his hand.

There is a boy of about sixteen years old in the middle of the photo.

He was shorter than the older boys around him, but he was wearing a fairly complete military uniform and was quite sturdy.

The older boys around him, dressed in worn-out and patched military uniforms, affectionately patted the boy's head with doting smiles on their faces.

There was a strong, older boy standing behind the boy.

The older brother gently placed his broad hands on the boy's shoulders and looked down at the boy's sturdy back.

The older boy smiled slightly, looking very happy.

In the photo, everyone is carrying a large machete, with a ring at the end of each machete, and a dark cloth hanging from the ring.

Although the color of the cloth was not clear in the black and white photo, Zhang Zizhong could recognize at a glance that the cloth hanging on the ring was red.

In the background of the photo, you can vaguely see trees and a makeshift tent.

Zhang Zizhong gently raised his right hand, and the pad of his index finger lightly caressed the faces of the older brothers in the photos.

The boy in the middle is him when he was young.

At the time, he was a communications soldier in the elite squad.

Because Zhang Zizhong was the youngest member of the team at the time, the old squad leader couldn't bear to let him be on the front line, so he made him a communications soldier.

The older brothers around him were Zhang Zizhong's comrades-in-arms.

The person with their arm around his shoulder was the old squad leader...

The entire platoon... except for him, who was a communications soldier, everyone else perished...

During that mission, the old squad leader instructed Zhang Zizhong to protect the civilians during their retreat, which is how he survived.

After escorting the people, Zhang Zizhong immediately turned back.

When he returned, he could only hide in the bushes, trembling all over, afraid to be exposed.

This 16-year-old boy watched as the Japanese used bayonets to stab the body of their already sacrificed squad leader and other older brothers, one stab at a time.

At that moment, Zhang Zizhong covered his mouth tightly, gritted his teeth, and stared intently at the falling blades with bloodshot eyes.

The white part falls off, and when you pull it out, it turns red...

He glared angrily while tears streamed down his face.

He didn't fight alongside his older brothers on this mission; he died, but he also survived...

"Beep beep—!"

As the bus slowly passed by, Jiang Chen gently honked the horn twice as a gesture of goodwill towards Grandpa Zhang.

The two loudspeaker blasts brought Zhang Zizhong back to reality.

He subconsciously gripped the [Bandit-Slaying Greatsword] hanging behind him, then slowly turned his head, squinting his wrinkled eyes as he looked behind him.

A large black vehicle with guns and cannons mounted on its roof was slowly approaching.

The guns and cannons on the roof of the vehicle miraculously avoided them.

Zhang Zizhong could see that the car was full of young people, and that these young people looked at him with respect.

He knew he was probably out of danger.

But when he saw the boy in the driver's seat, he was somewhat dazed.

Because this boy looks a bit like our old squad leader...

In Zhang Zizhong's eyes, the boy who looked a bit like the old squad leader nodded to a girl wearing a tall hat behind him.

The girl then threw a package wrapped in a red transparent plastic bag at herself through the rear window of the car.

The plastic bag landed precisely and steadily on the motorcycle in front of Zhang Zizhong.

The large black car gradually overtook Zhang Zizhong, and the young man inside kept staring at him.

Sunlight shone on the young people inside the car.

Zhang Zizhong kept looking at the boy in the driver's seat.

In his eyes, the old squad leader's face kept overlapping with that of the boy.

He seemed to actually see his old sergeant, dressed in a patched military uniform, smiling at him.

And at this moment, the black truck was filled with older men dressed in worn-out military uniforms.

They all smiled and nodded at him.

Zhang Zizhong's eyes reddened, and he gently rubbed them until the hallucination disappeared.

He smiled and shook his head:

"Sigh...seeing the photos must have reminded him of the old sergeant and the others..."

"My old problem has flared up again..."

As he spoke, tears streamed down Zhang Zizhong's face, down his wrinkled cheeks.

He lowered his head, opened the plastic bag in front of him, and found three bottles of water and three packs of compressed biscuits inside.

Zhang Zizhong's lips curled up slightly:

"What vibrant young people! Like the sun at eight or nine in the morning..."

...

On another highway.

A white van was speeding along.

Gu Yu and Li Muqing were sitting in the driver's seat...