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

Hazard stood up, his gaze falling on the katana leaning against the doorway.

The cool scene of Jiang Chen instantly killing the three charging warriors with a single strike was etched into her mind.

Hazard's eyes were filled with admiration.

She desperately wanted to become someone as capable as Jiang Chen.

If she could also become an Awakened One.

Then I can kill those monsters with my own hands and avenge my parents.

Then they can go out and find more food for their younger siblings.

Wu Maiduo squatted down in front of Azar, looking at the severed part of her right arm, and asked softly:

"How did you lose your right hand?"

Hazard hasn't spoken yet.

The little girl who received food and water from Hazard suddenly choked up:

"Sister Hazard... did it to save me... Waaaaah..."

After saying this, the little girl bit her lip tightly, but choked up and couldn't catch her breath, tears streaming down her face.

"A monster bit me... Sister Hazar blocked it with her hand... and then... and then..."

"Sister, I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry..."

As she spoke, the little girl threw herself into Hazard's arms, and only then did she dare to cry softly.

Hazard put his remaining left arm around the little girl and gently patted her back.

"It's okay... I'm not in pain... Please don't cry, okay?"

Hazard's words made the little girl cry even harder.

A constant whimpering sound came from Hazard's arms.

Hazard patted the little girl on the back, looked up at Wu Maiduo, and smiled indifferently:

"If you get bitten by a zombie, you have to amputate it, otherwise you'll turn into a zombie yourself."

She spoke calmly, as if she didn't feel sad at all.

Everyone has some kind of disability or imperfection.

To Hazard and the group of children, this was perfectly normal.

Being alive is already a blessing...

The other children gathered around Jiang Chen and his companions, each extending their missing limbs and smiling as they showed them to them:

"Brother and sister, I've lost my hands too!"

"I've lost my legs! Hehehe!"

"I've lost all my fingers! Hahaha!"...

A little boy rolled up his trouser leg.

His right leg is gone, but now he uses an empty grenade casing as a prosthesis.

There was also an eagle's head on the shell casing.

The little boy gently tapped the dark green grenade casing, making a "clang, clang" sound, and laughed happily, saying:

"My legs crack now, hahaha! So cool!"

The children laughed as they showed off their disabled bodies, as if they were displaying toys.

Tang Yan looked at the mutilated limbs and bit her lip.

She noticed that the children all had words written on their arms:

"Why...why do you write on your hands?"

Hazard looked down at his name on his left forearm:

"These are our names... Even if we get blown up or turn into zombies, people will still be able to find them."

Tang Yan was stunned.

Wu Maiduo was also stunned.

Jiang Chen remained silent.

Hazard watched his older siblings remain silent, while he smiled broadly:

"It's alright, brother and sister."

"We're never meant to grow up, so we'll live one more day as long as we can."

She said it so casually.

But the listener's heart felt as if it had been gripped.

Tang Yan's eyes reddened, and she turned her face away, secretly wiping away her tears.

Wu Maiduo also looked up at the leaking ceiling.

Jiang Chen clenched his fist.

Hazard seemed to sense that his older siblings were not happy.

To ease the tension.

She turned around and, with her left arm, pulled something out from a pile of rags covering the corner of the wall.

That was a guitar.

Very broken.

Most of the paint on the body of the instrument has peeled off, revealing the blackened wood underneath.

There was a crack on the neck of the instrument, which was wrapped with a strip of cloth.

Fortunately, the strings are still there, so it can still be played with difficulty.

Hazard hugged his guitar to his chest, looked up at Jiang Chen with anticipation in his eyes, and asked cautiously:

"Brother... there's a song about planting flowers that I've always wanted to learn... could you teach me?"

Jiang Chen looked at the broken guitar in her arms, somewhat puzzled:

"You can also play the guitar?"

Hazard looked down at the guitar in his hands, and for the first time, his previously dull eyes shone with light:

"My dream since I was a child was to become a street singer who sings peace songs when I grew up."

"Singing wherever I go."

"I want to play guitar for the rest of my life and sing for all the suffering children so that they will no longer be afraid."

As Hazard spoke, he sat down, chewing on a small stick.

She placed the guitar on her lap, pressing the strings with her left hand while using her right hand, which had lost its forearm, to steady the guitar.

Hazar bit the stick and lowered his head to gently pluck the strings.

The guitar strings started to ring.

She only played a few notes before stopping.

They were afraid that making too much noise would attract zombies.

Hazard looked at the guitar, and the light in his eyes suddenly dimmed:

"But...we never grow up..."

She lowered her head, tears dripping onto the instrument.

They couldn't possibly grow up in a city where war had ended.

You could die any day.

Jiang Chen squatted down, took the broken guitar from Hazard's hands, and a gentle smile appeared on his face:

"What's the name of the song you want to learn? I'll teach you."

Wu Maiduo looked at Jiang Chen in surprise:

"Jiang Chen...you can also play the guitar?"

She had only ever seen Jiang Chen's ferocious appearance as he wielded his knife to slay zombies.

I never imagined that this 1.8-meter-tall, ruthless killer could also play the guitar.

Jiang Chen has such a tender side?

Tang Yan sniffed, her throat still a little sore, but a smug smile appeared on her face:

"Of course! Brother Jiang Chen plays the guitar incredibly well."

"When our class gets together, it's all thanks to Jiang Chen's singing and playing that we have something to do!"

Hazard's eyes lit up instantly upon hearing this:

"Is...is it really okay?"

"But...won't this attract zombies?"

Jiang Chen shook his head:

"It's alright, there aren't many zombies left. Even if they come, I can handle them."

Hazard finally felt relieved after recalling Jiang Chen's strength earlier.

Other children gathered around.

They sat around on the ground, looking at Jiang Chen and that broken guitar.

Hazard leaned forward and asked in a low voice:

"Brother Jiang Chen? Can I call you that?"

Jiang Chen smiled and nodded.

Hazard's eyes curved into crescents, and the corners of his mouth turned up, revealing two rows of light yellow teeth in a smile:

"Brother Jiang Chen, I...I want to learn 'Amani'."

Jiang Chen was stunned for a moment.

He remembered the song he had heard before entering the dungeon.

This...it actually matches?!

Jiang Chen picked up the guitar and tuned it.

The rusty strings made a squeaking sound, but the tone was still discernible.

He looked up at Hazard and said with a smile:

"It's very simple, just look at my hands and sing along with me."

Jiang Chen chose the simplified version of "Amani" so that Hazard could learn it easily.

Hazard nodded vigorously, his eyes fixed on Jiang Chen's fingers.

She loved playing the guitar even before she lost her right forearm.

She believed that as long as Jiang Chen taught her a few times, she would be able to learn quickly.

Jiang Chen's fingers rested on the strings.

I gently flicked it.

The melodious sound of a guitar rang out in the dilapidated room.

The children quieted down, all staring at Jiang Chen's fingers.

Wu Maiduo leaned against the wall, a gentle smile on her face.

Quietly watching Jiang Chen play the guitar, enjoying a rare moment of leisure.

Tang Yan leaned against Jiang Chen, clapping and shaking her head along with the rhythm.

The two men's thighs were touching.

The guitar music grew louder and louder, drifting out the window and into the rain.

Even the deafening thunder couldn't drown it out.

"Amani~ Nakupenda~"

"Nakupenda~ We~ We~"

Hazard sang softly along with Jiang Chen's tune, his voice was young, but the tune was accurate.

The other children joined in the singing, one after another:

"Amani~ Nakupenda~"

"Nakupenda~ We~ We~"

Tang Yan and Wu Maiduo also sang softly along.

The pregnant woman leaned against the wall, her hand on her swollen belly, smiling as she watched the group of singing children:

"Tears streaming down my face as I gaze at the sky, filled with sorrow and indignation."

"It's a condemnation of war until the very end."

"Pain is a child's experience."

The children's singing grew louder and louder.

There was no fear, no sorrow.

Only the purest desire for peace.

[Wu Maiduo's favorability rating: 30→40]

Tang Yan's favorability rating: 94 → 95