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

12:00 PM

Compared to the scene at the Sichuan North Middle School, this white van now has many more scratches and bloodstains on its exterior.

Even the carriage was torn open, leaving it with only 39 durability points.

There's only 23% of gasoline left.

The driver's seat of the small truck was still kept clean and tidy by Li Muqing.

To ensure Mu Qing's safety while in the car during the dungeon run, Gu Yu tore a white curtain in half and hung it on the windows of both car doors, leaving only the space for the rearview mirrors. The other half of the curtain could be neatly placed over the windshield.

In this way, the zombies and players from the outside would not be able to see Li Muqing, who had lost both legs, inside.

Li Muqing could also hide directly in the gap between the seat and the center console.

To make Li Muqing happy, Gu Yu picked a lot of wild chrysanthemums to decorate the driver's seat for her.

Li Muqing's eyebrows curved into beautiful crescent moons.

She held a small wild chrysanthemum in her left hand and gently supported herself on the chair with her right hand, slowly leaning her body towards Gu Yu.

She raised her hand and tucked a small, white and yellow wild chrysanthemum into Gu Yu's hair, then nodded.

"It looks so good!"

Gu Yu smiled slightly as he drove.

He felt at peace and happy at that moment.

He glanced at the area below the windshield in front of Li Muqing, where a "car" pattern had been simply sketched with a red paint pen.

Gu Yu controlled the steering wheel with his right hand and gently tugged at the yellow sleeve of his right hand with his left.

As the fabric rubbed against the wound on his forearm, Gu Yu frowned slightly, but still forced a smile as he looked at Li Muqing and asked in confusion:

"Mu Qing, what...is this drawing?"

Because of her physical disability, Li Muqing is particularly good at reading people's expressions and moods.

She noticed Gu Yu's little trick immediately, but didn't expose him right away.

She continued to admire Gu Yu, who was wearing a small wild chrysanthemum.

Li Muqing pursed her lips slightly, her eyes were a little moist, her gaze gentle but also hiding heartache.

The boy in front of me was just a teenager in his early twenties.

Like other boys, he also enjoys playing video games and collecting Gundam figures.

But ever since he met her and said he would give her a home, this boy not only sold his game account and Gundam figurines, but also quit smoking and drinking.

From then on, the boy worked as a food deliveryman, leaving early and returning late.

They went through wind and rain, day after day.

Li Muqing vividly remembers the day she sold the Gundam figure.

Gu Yuzai carefully photographed each Gundam model with his phone, even changing the poses.

After that, whenever he had free time, Li Muqing would see him secretly looking through Gundam photos on his phone...

One day, Li Muqing couldn't bear it any longer and discussed it with Gu Yu:

"Brother Yu... shall we redeem Gundam?"

"We're fine living in a rented apartment..."

"Let's redeem it, okay?"

Li Muqing didn't understand that once a Gundam model is sold, it's very difficult to redeem it.

Upon hearing Li Muqing's words, Gu Yu hurriedly put away his phone, then stroked Li Muqing's head, forcing a smile:

"It's okay! What's done is done!"

"I...don't like it anymore..."

When a boy sells his favorite things and gives up his expensive hobbies for his family, it means...

From now on, this boy is going to confront life head-on!

At this moment, he shoulders the burden of life and deserves to be called a "real man"!

(To every Summoner who's struggling with life.)

In the driver's seat of the small truck, Gu Yu waved his hand at the stunned Li Muqing:

"Mu Qing? What are you thinking about?"

Li Muqing snapped out of her daze, secretly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, smiled, picked up the red paint pen again, and continued to fill in the strokes of the 'car' character stroke by stroke.

It's actually just a simple small truck.

There are two stick figures holding hands next to the truck.

One of them is Gu Yu, a short-haired man wearing glasses.

The other one is Li Muqing with long hair.

However, this stick figure, Li Muqing, has a pair of long legs.

Li Muqing pointed to the small truck and introduced it happily and proudly:

"Brother Yu, didn't you ask what this is?"

"Well... this is our home!"

As Li Muqing spoke, she turned to look at Gu Yu, her eyes filled with tenderness and heartache:

"Brother Yu...didn't you say you wanted to give me a home?"

"Housing prices were too high before we time-traveled... I don't want you to be too tired..."

"But now, this little car can become our home!"

"With a little dressing up and tidying up, it looks great! And it's so cozy, isn't it? Hehe!"

Gu Yu gradually reduced the car's speed until it came to a stop.

He stared blankly at the 'home' beneath the windshield.

Li Muqing used her right hand to support herself and moved closer to Gu Yu.

She buried her head in Gu Yu's chest and gently nuzzled against him, like a clingy kitten.

"Brother Yu... Before I transmigrated, I never thought those houses worth hundreds of thousands or millions were that great."

"Even now, I don't think those Level 2 and Level 3 vehicles are that great."

"As long as you're here, even if it's just a beat-up old pickup truck, it's still our home. I love our little home..."

"So... Brother Yu, I don't want you to push yourself too hard. As long as we can live a peaceful and ordinary life, that's enough..."

After saying her last words, Li Muqing slowly clenched her fist.

She knew very well that in this world of highway survival, it was impossible to live a plain and uneventful life forever.

The massive zombie horde and the elimination mechanism alone mean that every player has to fight tooth and nail to survive.

Li Muqing reached out to Gu Yu's right forearm and very carefully pulled up his sleeve, revealing his abraded right forearm underneath:

"Brother Yu... if you're injured, please don't bear it, can you tell me?"

"While I can't help you kill zombies, I can bandage and clean your wounds."

Gu Yu let Li Muqing pull open the sleeve of his forearm.

He scraped a large patch of skin off his right forearm, with some peeling skin still stuck to the wound.

The wound seemed to have been secretly and simply rinsed by Gu Yu himself. There were no large pieces of sand or gravel, but there were still one or two small grains of sand stuck in the flesh.

It looks so painful.

I don't know how Gu Yu managed to chat with Li Muqing without changing his expression.

He kept it to himself, not wanting Li Muqing to worry.

When Li Muqing saw Gu Yu's wound, her eyes immediately welled up with tears.

She didn't blame Gu Yu, after all, Gu Yu was injured because of their little family.

Li Muqing could only silently feel sorry for him and blame herself for not being able to help Yu Ge kill zombies:

"Yu...Brother Yu...Let me help you take care of this..."

While treating Gu Yu's wounds, Li Muqing sniffled and shed little pearls.

When Gu Yu saw Li Muqing with red eyes, his heart softened, and his wounds didn't hurt as much anymore.

He silently raised the pad of his left index finger and gently wiped away the tears from the corner of Li Muqing's eyes.

Gu Yu didn't like Mu Qing crying, because when this girl cried, his eyes would also well up with tears.

He's a real man; he can't cry in front of a girl, it would hurt her feelings.

Li Muqing carefully used the tip of her fingernail to pick out the sand embedded in Gu Yu's flesh.

Even though the sand was stuck to his flesh when he pulled it out, and even though his fingernails inevitably touched the wound, Gu Yu didn't utter a sound.

Li Muqing suddenly asked this question:

"Brother Yu...you must be in a lot of pain..."

Gu Yu frowned slightly as he proudly tilted his head back, raising his left hand and pointing his thumb at his chest:

"Pshaw! I'm a grown man, it's just a little scratch, how could it hurt?! It's nothing!"

"I took down six zombies all by myself! Am I manly enough?!"

As Gu Yu spoke, a smug smile appeared on his lips.

Seeing Gu Yu's forced composure, Li Muqing pursed her lips, placed her hand on Gu Yu's head, and softly said:

"Brother Yu...you must be very tired..."

Gu Yu's forced smile crumbled instantly, tears welling in his eyes, but he quickly blinked them back.

Gu Yu was just an ordinary person without any talent. When he went to pick wild chrysanthemums for Mu Qing, he was surrounded by six zombies in the woods and almost died there!

At that moment, he only had two thoughts in his mind:

Thinking that Mu Qing was waiting for him

Thinking about what would happen to Mu Qing if he died...

It was precisely these two obsessions that allowed him to unleash his potential and survive...

This boy has always wanted to give the girl a home and has been working hard to achieve this.

The girl was very sensible; she didn't ask for much and kept their little home in perfect order, patiently waiting in the car for the boy to return safely.

Before they traveled through time, Gu Yu and Li Muqing's daily lives were pretty much the same as they are now.

Gu Yu is responsible for delivering food to earn money to support his family, while Li Muqing, who is in a wheelchair, is responsible for taking care of the family.

Neither of them looked down on the other; they only had eyes for each other.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, Gu Yu quickly changed the subject:

"Muqing, do you know how to express 'home' in sign language?"

"Let me teach you."

Li Muqing naturally knew that Yu Ge was changing the subject to cover up his embarrassment at wanting to cry.

She nodded obediently:

"Okay! But... Brother Yu... what's the use of learning this?"

Gu Yu scratched his head. He didn't know what use it was; it was just something he came up with on the spur of the moment to ease the awkward atmosphere...

Gu Yu gently pinched Mu Qing's cheek and joked:

"If we learn this, even if we accidentally turn into zombies, we'll be able to communicate using sign language!"

Li Muqing chuckled, covering her mouth. After laughing, she nodded.

"If we can still communicate, becoming zombies isn't so bad, at least we won't have to worry about food and water..."

"Let's find a place far away from the road and other players, and keep going..."

Upon hearing this, Gu Yu's lips curled up slightly.

He stretched out the fingers of both hands, touched the ten fingers together in front of his chest, forming the shape of a small house:

"Look! This is home!"

Li Muqing read it very carefully and memorized it.

After Li Muqing finished treating Gu Yu's wounds, the small truck started up again.

Before long, a fork in the road appeared in front of them.

Gu Yu parked the small truck in front of the intersection, frowning:

"Mu Qing...we're running low on water and food, aren't we?"

Li Muqing nodded, her face full of worry:

"That D-level treasure chest only yielded two bottles of water, a pack of compressed biscuits, and one survival coin."

"We're almost out of oil..."

"Brother Yu...we...can't hide anymore in this dungeon..."

Gu Yu nodded, tightening his grip on the steering wheel.

He also understood that running out of gas on the road was tantamount to a death sentence.

Gu Yu had also checked the trading platform, and currently no one was putting oil up for sale.

Currently, most players are using Tier 1 vehicles, which have a speed of only 10km/h.

A small number of players are using Tier 2 vehicles with a speed of 20 km/h.

Meanwhile, the million-strong zombie horde behind them reached a speed of 15 km/h.

Therefore, most players desperately try to drive forward and collect survival coins.

Gasoline thus became a scarce resource.

Even when players list them, the prices are not cheap, and they are often sold out instantly.

Gu Yu took a deep breath, hesitated for a moment, and then chose the fork in the road on the right.

Li Muqing completely trusted Gu Yu's decision; wherever Brother Yu went, she would follow.

Gu Yu slowly pressed the accelerator and drove the small truck into the right-hand fork in the road...