Death Train: SSS-level talent right from the start!

Zhao Hai was stumped by Chen Ye's question.

As a student from a rural area, he longed for recognition from others, which was why he joined the basketball team, as basketball is the most popular sport in college.

He has a strong presence on the basketball court, but outside of it he's nothing, just a roughneck.

But this time travel gave him an S-level talent, and he felt recognized by everyone, but what just happened extinguished his enthusiasm.

After thinking for a moment, Zhao Hai said, "Are you interested in joining my team? Although you only have a C-level talent, you're smart and I think you're useful. You're much better than a stupid woman like Zhang Xiaojie."

Chen Ye was somewhat surprised. He didn't expect that just by speaking a few fair words for Zhao Hai, Zhao Hai would actually invite him to join the team.

To be honest, he also looks down on those mentally unstable burdens, even though he himself is now a burden.

Zhao Hai clearly wants to leave the group now, and has even extended an invitation to him.

This was good news for him, at least Zhao Hai was strong in combat and not too cunning.

"Sure, but you have to bring my roommate Qin Zhaoyang. He has a B-level talent called [100% Accuracy], which is much better than my useless talent."

Chen Ye readily agreed.

Qin Zhaoyang stood next to Chen Ye. He hadn't said a word since Li Jiahao arrived, just listening quietly.

He still admired Chen Ye somewhat; his words had actually made the two strongest members of the team take the initiative to talk to him, and Zhao Hai even invited him to join the team.

Zhao Hai glanced at Qin Zhaoyang: "A B-level talent is indeed a combat power, no problem. You two can join my team. I also have an A-level and a B-level. With this setup, surviving 24 hours shouldn't be a problem."

Chen Ye smiled and said, "Brother Hai, then we brothers are entrusting our lives to you. Don't worry, even if Zhao Yang dies, I definitely won't blame you like Zhang Xiaojie did."

"No... Brother Ye, what are you saying? What do you mean I'm dead? Stop cursing me, okay?"

Qin Zhaoyang's face fell.

"If it weren't for me, Zhang Xiaowei wouldn't be the one who died. That thing was aimed at you first. Luckily, you're not heavy, and I have five points of strength, otherwise you would have been done for."

Chen Ye rolled his eyes at Qin Zhaoyang.

"Yes, yes, Brother Ye, you are my second parents. If talents could be exchanged, I would give you my B-level talent, and you would definitely be able to protect me."

Qin Zhaoyang was speaking from the heart. Although they had only known each other for a little over a semester, he still admired Chen Ye quite a bit.

Chen Ye thought to himself, "You're dreaming! Trading a worthless B-rank for my SSS-rank?"

Hearing the two joking around, Zhao Hai smiled slightly, then looked at Zhao Ruoxi, who was still comforting Zhang Xiaojie.

"Teacher Zhao, you should lead this team. I don't have much leadership ability and can't lead such a large team. I've decided to take my people and leave first."

As soon as Zhao Hai said that, the three teachers' expressions changed almost simultaneously.

Zhao Ruoxi, who had just been comforting Zhang Xiaojie, paused. She turned her head sharply to look at Zhao Hai, a look of disbelief flashing in her eyes.

Lin Shuyao and Fang Yuan both had their brows furrowed.

The most panicked people weren't the teachers, but the students with low-level talent.

"Zhao Hai, you can't abandon us!"

A boy wearing glasses was the first to shout, his voice trembling noticeably.

His talent is D-level [Night Vision], which might be somewhat useful in this foggy environment, but he clearly doesn't think he can fight.

"Didn't you say you'd lead us to survive? We'll acknowledge you as our leader, and we'll all listen to you!"

The speaker was a girl in the front row. Her voice was high-pitched and urgent, as if she was afraid that Zhao Hai would disappear if she spoke too slowly.

"Brother Hai, what will we do if you leave?"

A thin boy was almost crying; his eyes were red.

He had just witnessed the monster tear open Zhang Xiaowei's neck, a scene he would never forget. And now, Zhao Hai, the only one who could knock the monster away with a single punch, was saying he was leaving.

Panic spread like wildfire.

More and more people gathered around, their faces all bearing the same expression: fear.

It wasn't the fear of monsters, but the fear of being abandoned.

"Brother Hai, I'll go with you! Take me with you!"

"Me too, I'll go with you!"

"Brother Hai, I drew a C-rank talent [Rapid Healing]. Although it doesn't have much combat power, it can heal simple superficial wounds. Take me with you!"

Some people began to claim their talents, trying to use their abilities to buy a ticket to survival.

Some people had already started crowding around Zhao Hai, as if they could have a better chance of survival if they could stand closer to him.

Zhao Ruoxi stood still, her lips slightly parted and then closed.

She wanted to say something, something like, "Don't panic, everyone, our teachers will find a way."

But she swallowed the words back. Because even she knew that what she said wouldn't be convincing at all.

How can a teacher with a D-level talent protect his students?

Her gaze fell on Zhao Hai, then on Li Jiahao, and finally on the panicked students. An unprecedented sense of powerlessness welled up from the bottom of her heart.

Lin Shuyao noticed the change in Zhao Ruoxi's expression and reached out to shake her wrist.

Fang Yuan stood to the side, pushed up his glasses, his fingers trembling slightly.

He thought he could keep Zhao Hai by his side, at least temporarily, because of his position as a teacher. But now that Zhao Hai wasn't playing with them anymore, he knew exactly what that meant.

Zhang Xiaojie was also stunned.

She had just been hating Zhao Hai for not saving her sister in time, but now that he said he was leaving, she suddenly felt a sense of panic.

"Zhang Xiaojie, apologize to Brother Hai right now!"

The boy with glasses had a high-pitched and urgent voice, and his eyes behind the lenses were full of anxiety.

He's usually a nice guy in class, never refusing anyone who asks for his help, but now there's no kindness in his tone.

"It's all your fault! You blamed Hai-ge for your sister's death, and now look what's happened, Hai-ge is leaving, are you satisfied?"

The speaker was a woman wearing a light blue nightgown, with her long hair loose. Her expression changed from fear to anger, and the anger came quickly and fiercely.

"You vile woman, you're going to get us all killed!"

Another voice rang out, this time a male voice, deeper and colder than the previous ones.

Zhang Xiaojie's body trembled slightly.

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but when she saw the expressions on those people's faces, her voice caught in her throat.

Many of these people were just speaking up for her, but now they're all turning their anger towards her.

"Brother Hai, you don't hit women, so I'll help you get revenge."

A tall girl walked out of the crowd.

This is also a sports scholarship student named Gao Li, who practices shot put.

He is nearly 1.8 meters tall and weighs 160 kilograms, with his entire body made up of solid muscles.

She was wearing a gray sports vest and black shorts, and was barefoot, each step making a dull thud on the gravel ground.