Survival on the bus in class, I'm the only boy in the whole class.

After a full half minute, the gaming prodigy shakily stood up, his small eyes filled with despair, his short arms hanging limply at his sides, utterly admitting defeat.

"I...I can't answer...I lost..."

Chen Qing nodded slightly: "A bet is a bet."

With a mournful face, the gamer pulled something out of his pocket with trembling hands and handed it to Chen Qing.

This is a drawing.

Chen Qing took the blueprint, which was called "Defense Front Shovel".

This thing can be installed on the front of a bus, so if you encounter a ghost or monster on the road, you can just crash into it.

With this thing, their baby bus has truly become a doomsday vehicle.

No one expected that this seemingly inconspicuous little game ghost would hide such a useful treasure.

Chen Qing's interest was completely piqued.

If you're getting freebies, why not take advantage of them?

He looked up at the still aggrieved gamer and said, "One more round."

The game ghost was stunned for a moment, then its little neck stiffened, and its previous frustration instantly turned into a spirit of not giving up, squeaking and squeaking.

"Bring it on! Who's afraid of who? I wasn't prepared last time, but I'm sure I can answer correctly this time!"

Chen Qing nodded calmly, glancing at the somewhat flustered gamer, and slowly tossed out the next question:

"What's that long, white thing? Is it bad for your health to smoke?"

The gamer's eyes lit up, and without thinking, he blurted out, "Cigarettes!"

Chen Qing gently shook his head: "Wrong, it's the spine."

The game ghost froze on the spot, its short arms paused, and its mouth twitched wildly.

"Spine, vertebrae??? This counts???"

It was completely bewildered and couldn't keep up with this bizarre train of thought.

Without a doubt, it lost again.

This time, the game ghost was so heartbroken that he trembled all over. Reluctantly, he took out another ghost coin, held it in his hand for a long time, and finally handed it over with a mournful face.

The students around them were stunned, their initial nervousness turning into beaming eyes.

It turns out winning at the game is so simple; just ask these unconventional questions.

"Class monitor, let us give it a try too."

"We also want to ask, can we win too?"

Chen Qing smiled and stepped aside to make room: "Don't rush, we'll take turns, everyone gets a share."

Yu Ranran was the first to hop and skip up, and solemnly threw out a question that was considered extremely difficult to answer.

"Why didn't someone who jumped from the 10th floor die?"

The gamer immediately began to think frantically.

"Because there's a parachute? Because there's cushioning?"

Yu Ranran shook her head, speaking with conviction: "Because he jumped into the house."

Game Ghost: "???"

The little devil's brain froze on the spot, and the CPU went into overload.

It grabbed its hair and jumped around in place for a long time before finally breaking down, shaking its head, and obediently handing over a bag of compressed biscuits.

Now everyone is completely at ease.

One after another, they stepped forward, all following Chen Qing's approach, asking riddles, questions about the underworld, and unsolved mysteries of the world.

Wang Zihan stepped forward timidly and asked softly, "What kind of door can never be closed?"

After guessing for a long time, the game's ghost was silenced by the single word "goal".

Han Qingxue asked in a cold voice, "What will a Qilin become when it reaches the North Pole?"

The gamer racked his brains but was defeated by the word "ice cream".

Other students also joined in, asking increasingly bizarre and tricky questions.

The gamer was initially full of fighting spirit,

Slowly, her face turned blank, then her eyes became vacant, and finally she became completely numb.

Its hand reaching for the reward went from initial reluctance to mechanical action, and finally to despair.

Rewards have also plummeted.

From blueprints and ghost coins, it all fell to compressed biscuits, bottled water, bandages, cloth, and scrap materials...

In the end, its two little arms were empty, and the whole ghost was limp and trembling, its eyes empty and lifeless, like a pitiful little thing that had been completely ruined and had nothing left.

Seeing that another classmate was eager to step forward, the gamer almost burst into tears.

It shook its head frantically, took several steps back in fright, and clutched its empty chest tightly with both hands, its voice trembling uncontrollably, screaming with a sob in its voice.

"I'm not coming anymore, I'm not coming anymore! I have nothing left! I really have no treasures left, waaaaah!"

"You humans are terrifying..."

"I want to go home... I want to go home to my mom, waaaaah!"

It was completely stripped bare, its spirits shattered, and it scrambled and crawled, sobbing, into the dead bushes by the roadside. In the blink of an eye, it was gone, without even the courage to look back.

Everyone was stunned as they watched it flee in disarray.

Yan Xia was stunned: "They ran away already? I haven't even asked them yet."

In just a few minutes, they obtained two ghost coins and a blueprint.

With the two ghost coins left over from before, there are now four.

Chen Qing looked up at the center of the road. The thick black fog that had enveloped the baby bus had completely dissipated, and the bus was now steadily parked in place.

The system-mandated half-hour break has ended.

He called out to the still excited crowd, "Time's up. The buses have finished resting. Please board in an orderly fashion."

Upon hearing this, people boarded the bus in twos and threes.

The car door slowly closed, shutting out the biting cold wind outside.

The recent experience had completely banished everyone's sleepiness, and the entire carriage was filled with chattering discussions.

Some people were excitedly talking about the game they had just played, but somehow the conversation quietly drifted to Chen Qing and Yan Xia.

"Hey, didn't you guys notice when you got off the bus? The class monitor and Yan Xia came out of the restroom together!"

"Really? What are you two doing locked in the bathroom in the middle of the night?"

"What else could she do... Look at Yan Xia back then, her lips were all puffed out, and she was even talking unclearly, tsk tsk tsk..."

As they talked, everyone's eyes turned to the quiet Wang Zihan.

Everyone knows that Wang Zihan had confessed her feelings to Chen Qing long ago; the girl's heart was completely devoted to the class monitor.

Seeing the class monitor getting close to Yan Xia now must be making him feel bad.

Someone couldn't help but whisper, "Zihan, you'd better hurry up! If you like someone, you should take the initiative. Otherwise, someone else will snatch them away."

One sentence made Wang Zihan's ears turn bright red instantly.

She immediately lowered her head, her long eyelashes trembling anxiously, her small hands tightly gripping the hem of her clothes, her whole face buried low.

Even the roots of her ears were tinged with a light pink, and she was so shy that she could hardly speak.

After hesitating for a long time, she finally asked Wen Ting in a barely audible voice, "Wen Ting... do you think the class monitor... doesn't like me?"

Wen Ting turned her head and glanced at Wang Zihan, who was so shy she was practically curling up in a ball. She reached out and gently patted the back of her hand, her tone earnest.

"How could the class monitor not like you? You've forgotten how he applied medicine to your wound before, and how he fed you bite by bite while driving because he was worried you were hungry. He was so attentive and gentle, treating you better than any of us."

"Don't take what people say to heart, and don't be afraid."

"When it comes to feelings, if you take the initiative, the class monitor position will be yours."

Wang Zihan lowered her head and listened to Wen Ting's words. The unease in her heart gradually dissipated, replaced by a small sense of anticipation.

She pursed her lips tightly. "Yes, I will try my best."