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

A barefoot girl with twin ponytails stands on the screen, her eyes, clad in a red fox mask, following the movement of a small truck and a car.

The car was locked in a tight grip on the truck, while the car was also being bitten by 23 hunter zombies behind it.

The white-haired girl with pigtails playfully spread her arms, her fingertips curving into adorable arcs.

She hopped from right to left across the top of the screen, just like she was playing hopscotch.

Her white twin ponytails bounced up and down with her bouncing body.

The girl started muttering to herself as she jumped, her tone mischievous yet irritating:

"This is getting interesting!"

"Two players infected with the zombie virus: one is a brother who has faced life and death with them, and the other is their lovely girlfriend who saved their life..."

"But unfortunately, there's only one dose of zombie virus serum!"

The white-haired girl with twin ponytails hopped to the far left of the screen.

She crouched down, resting her chin on her hands, her pink-painted toes gently gripping the edge of the screen.

Through the eye holes of the fox mask, the pink butterfly pupils were staring at the small truck and car that were about to reach their destination.

The girl hummed lightly twice:

"Hmph! Who will be the last one saved...?"

"I can't wait! This is going to be amazing! It's going to be so much fun! Hahahaha!!!"

The girl was laughing when she suddenly pretended to be surprised and covered the fox's mouth on her mask:

"Oh dear! I can already feel the anger of the audience inside me!"

"Wow, that's fierce! It's about to rush out and hit someone!"

"But... the angrier you get, the higher my attack power becomes! Hehe!"

Beneath the fox mask, the girl's lips curled up, and her cheeks flushed slightly.

She was very excited, cupped her hands in a megaphone shape, placed them in front of the fox mask's mouth, and then, like a little wolf cub, tilted her head back and let out a cute, innocent howl:

"Awoooooo~~!!"

"Keep it up, big brother driving the pickup truck!!"

"Ganbatte!!!"

Inside the small truck.

Gu Yu, gritting his teeth, couldn't hear the twin-tailed girl's shouts at all.

Even as he drove past the girl in his small truck, he didn't hear her dragon roar.

Even if Gu Yu did hear it, he wouldn't bother to pay any attention.

At this moment, Gu Yu transformed into the racing god of Mount Akina.

The small truck scraped against the guardrail as it rounded a bend, sending sparks flying.

His eyes were only on the serum at the finish line.

Anyone who gets in their way will die!

Gu Yu floored the accelerator, not even slowing down when turning.

His hands gripping the steering wheel tightened, veins bulging, the blood in his left arm almost congealed, and glass shards were embedded inside. Gu Yu didn't have time to pull them out at all.

Gu Yu's attention was entirely focused on the road conditions, and he didn't say a word.

His eyes were darting around frantically, his brain constantly analyzing the road conditions and where a hunter zombie might suddenly appear.

Gu Yu's face was expressionless, without a smile.

Experienced drivers know that when a man locks the accelerator and doesn't say a word, he's a driving god at that moment!

Of course, this situation usually only occurs when there is a pregnant woman about to give birth in the man's car, or a patient who urgently needs to be taken to the hospital.

Li Muqing sat in the passenger seat, her eyes wide open as she stared at Gu Yu.

Li Muqing felt dizzy, like she had a high fever, her body was cold, her eyelids were heavy, and she wanted to just fall asleep.

She opened her mouth, but after a soft growl, she could only utter a few syllables:

"Island..."

"Island..."

She couldn't even speak...

Li Muqing strained to keep her eyes open, staring intently at Gu Yu's profile.

She wanted to look at Yu-ge a few more times and remember Gu Yu's face.

She was afraid that if she fell asleep, she would never see Yu Ge again.

She was also afraid that when she woke up next time, she would be devouring Yu Ge's body.

Li Muqing looked at it very carefully.

She watched Gu Yu's rapidly moving eyes, his reddened eyes, and the anxiety in them.

Li Muqing's lips curled up slightly as she reached out her right hand and gently stroked Gu Yu's cheek with the pad of her index finger.

She used to think that Gu Yu was a steady person who could handle anything.

But she now realizes that even Yu Ge, who can support a small family, can panic.

So cute, Yu-ge...

I'm so reluctant to part with them...

I really...can't bear to part with them...

Gu Yu gripped the steering wheel tightly, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. Feeling the gentle touch on his cheek, he instinctively offered words of comfort:

"Mu Qing is alright!"

"Brother Yu will definitely cure you!!"

"It definitely will!"

When Gu Yu said this, he felt a tightness in his chest.

He floored the accelerator, and the truck's engine emitted a strange squeaking sound, as if it were about to fall apart at any moment.

Gu Yu roared inwardly:

Damn it! Hurry up!

Hurry up, you bastard!

Inside the black sedan.

The fourth brother no longer had the strength to cut down the hunter zombies that were charging at him.

Running a high fever, he slumped in the passenger seat, his right hand covering his increasingly sore and numb left forearm.

The skin on my left forearm had lost all color and was deathly pale.

Dark brown veins bulged, creeping across the tightly bound prison uniform fabric and extending down the upper arm to the neck.

The wound, from which a large chunk of flesh had been torn away, was oozing pus and festering.

The fourth brother's vision was blurry, and cold sweat dripped down his chin from his forehead.

He felt very cold, and his teeth chattered together.

The fourth brother's zombification process was slower than Li Muqing's, after all, his left forearm was still a bit far from his brain.

He was still able to speak intermittently:

"Dao...Brother Dao..."

"If I... leave, please take care of my mom..."

As the fourth brother was speaking, he started coughing:

"Cough cough cough!"

"From when I joined the army until I went to prison, I haven't been home for Chinese New Year for seven years... a full seven years!"

"I was thinking I'd be able to leave next month... but then I ended up time-traveling..."

"I...I'm so sorry to my mother...I'm so sorry to her!"

As he spoke, the fourth brother shed tears.

The hardships of training and duty during his time in the army did not bring him to tears.

He didn't shed a tear when he learned that his comrade had sacrificed his life.

When he was discharged from the army, his comrades who stayed behind all came to see him off, but he didn't shed a tear.

But now, the thought of not being able to fulfill his filial duties to his mother brings tears to his eyes.

As a border guard, he served his country, but he never had the chance to fulfill his filial duties.

The third car thief gripped the steering wheel tightly and shouted anxiously to the fourth one:

"Fourth brother, hang in there! Don't fucking say anything discouraging!"

"We've been through thick and thin together all these years!"

"The finish line is just ahead! You're fucking not going to die!"

Brother Dao, covered in dark brown blood, was leaning against the right rear seat, panting.

The two watermelon knives at my feet were chipped and covered in a layer of dark brown blood.

Brother Dao picked up his spatial backpack and shouted to the second brother, who was leaning out the window:

"Second brother! Can you hold on?"

The second brother used a crowbar to smash a charging hunter zombie away:

"I can handle this!"

"No man can't fucking handle it!!"

The second brother was in a bloodthirsty frenzy. His tiger's mouth was torn open, and blood dripped down the end of the crowbar, but he didn't care at all.

Compared to his brother turning into a zombie, what are his injuries?

He just wanted all these scumbags to get out!

Don't fucking get in the way of me saving my own brothers.

Anyone who gets in their way will die!

If we could save the fourth brother, that would be really cool!

That way, I'll have repaid the debt I owed him with my life!

Both watermelon knives were dulled, and Brother Dao and Brother Er were almost exhausted.

The fourth brother began to lose consciousness and was no longer able to participate in the battle.

Dao Ge and Lao Er could only take turns using crowbars to block the hunter zombies.

It must be said that the crowbar truly lives up to its reputation as a holy sword of physics; although it's a bit bent now, it's still usable.

Inside the car, Brother Dao took out the last half of a cigarette, lit it, and then leaned over to the back of the passenger seat.

He gripped the seat with his left hand, shoved a cigarette holder into the fourth brother's mouth with his right, and patted him on the shoulder:

"Fuck you! You should take care of your own mother, what kind of nonsense is it to make your brothers take care of her?!"

"We guys don't want to have another mother out of nowhere, and then have to take care of her in her old age. Taking care of someone doesn't cost money, does it?!"

"Look at these guys, what makes them look like rich people?"

As he spoke, Brother Dao patted the fourth brother's head:

"So, you'll have to support your own mother!"

"Fourth brother, you're fucking immortal, I'm telling you! Even Jesus couldn't save you!"

The fourth brother took a deep drag on his cigarette, coughed a few times, and then slowly exhaled the smoke.

After taking that puff of smoke, my physical discomfort improved a bit.

Seeing that Lao Si could still smoke, Dao Ge felt much more at ease.

After hearing what Brother Dao said, the fourth brother's lips twitched slightly.

This scene looks so familiar...

It reminded him of the time he shared joys and sorrows with his comrades on the border.

The fourth brother also remembers that once during a patrol, they encountered a gang of smugglers carrying knives.

He and his comrades clashed with illegal immigrants.

At that time, he was stabbed three times, and he was lying down when he told his squad leader and comrades his last words, "Take care of my mother."

The class monitor's response was similar to Dao Ge's...