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

Time ticked by, and three full minutes passed.

For those three minutes, Wen Ting's gaze remained fixed on the old man in the funeral clothes, without even blinking.

Her breathing gradually became unstable, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on her forehead.

Until she slowly closed her eyes, the crimson faded, and her eyes regained their clarity.

Her face was as white as paper, and her lips were bloodless. Clearly, her mental energy was greatly depleted, and even her breathing was somewhat unsteady.

Wen Ting frowned slightly, shook her head, and her voice carried a hint of weariness.

"Class monitor, he's very strong, much stronger than the previous cashier."

"My 'malicious surgery' can only lock his neural transmission pathways and temporarily cut off motor commands, controlling him for a maximum of ten seconds, or even less."

"His body tissues are very special. Although his cell activity is close to zero, he can maintain a high level of energy homeostasis, as if he is in a strange state of 'dead but not stiff.'"

She raised her hand and pressed her temples, her tone somewhat grave: "I can only temporarily restrict my movements; I can't possibly kill them instantly."

Wen Ting calmed herself down and added, "Of course, the most crucial thing is that my current ability level is too low. If I can break through to level 2, I am fully confident in dealing with this old man in a burial shroud."

No wonder Chen Qing's Heavenly Eye warned of extreme danger; this old man in burial clothes really is a great underworld.

He nodded to Wen Ting, "Yes, just do your best. This matter will certainly not be a waste of your time; there will be a reward."

"Just tell me what supplies you want, and I'll do my best to satisfy you."

Wen Ting gently shook her head, "I... don't want supplies."

Chen Qing was taken aback, his face full of confusion: "You don't want supplies? Then what do you want?"

Wen Ting swallowed hard, her throat moving slightly. As if gathering her courage, she leaned closer, her warm breath brushing against Chen Qing's ear, whispering softly.

"Class monitor... could you please slap me...?"

Chen Qing's heart skipped a beat, thinking, "As expected, what was bound to happen has finally happened."

He simply couldn't understand how someone could have such a strange and peculiar personality.

Chen Qing nodded and agreed, "Yes, I promise. Not just one slap, but several slaps are fine."

Wen Ting bit her lip, her voice trembling slightly, her eyes filled with excitement: "Um... thank you, class monitor, you're so kind."

She had kept these words in her heart for a long time, and today she finally had the chance to say them, her heart filled with anticipation.

Chen Qing had never heard of such a bizarre request before. He slapped her twice, and she excitedly said thank you.

He's making himself look like a pervert.

Looking at her like this, Chen Qing suddenly remembered something and asked casually.

"By the way, your 'malicious surgery' can see the body's condition, right? Can you take a look at my body and see if I have any hidden diseases?"

Wen Ting blinked her clear eyes and replied truthfully, "I don't have any hidden illnesses."

Chen Qing breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a weight lifted from her shoulders: "That's good, I knew I was in good health."

Unexpectedly, Wen Ting suddenly changed the subject, "But... you have kidney deficiency."

Chen Qing's lips twitched violently, his face filled with disbelief. "What? I have kidney deficiency? How is that possible!"

His face was full of disbelief. "I have so much energy every day, how could I possibly have kidney deficiency?"

Wen Ting looked serious, showing no sign of joking.

"Squad leader, judging from your blood circulation rate, the distribution of energy in your internal organs, and the unobstructed flow of meridians in your waist, you have a typical case of functional kidney qi deficiency, not an organic lesion."

"Your kidney essence depletion rate is slightly higher than normal, and your kidney yang is not functioning properly. Although you look robust, there is actually a slight break in the energy loop in your lower back and lower abdomen."

"After sitting for a long time, you feel a dull heaviness, and occasionally you may experience fatigue upon waking up, right?"

Chen Qing was taken aback, and subconsciously recalled that there seemed to be some signs, but he still remained stubborn.

"This has nothing to do with kidney deficiency, right?"

Wen Ting pursed her lips, her tone becoming increasingly earnest, "This is kidney deficiency, which is related to prolonged sitting and excessive energy depletion. You need to regulate your schedule, reduce staying up late and expending energy, and think less."

"You should also avoid sitting for long periods of time and get up occasionally to improve blood circulation and improve the condition of kidney essence deficiency."

"Squad leader, you... need to be more restrained."

"If all else fails, maybe I should find a girlfriend..."

Chen Qing's face turned pale and then red. Being exposed for having kidney deficiency by a pure and innocent girl, and then being told to be moderate, made him feel extremely embarrassed. He wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

He coughed twice and quickly changed the subject, his voice sounding somewhat unnatural.

"Okay, okay, I'll be more careful later. Let's not talk about this now, the important thing is to get down to business."

Seeing his expression, Wen Ting's eyes flashed with a barely perceptible smile, but she obediently nodded.

"Okay, then squad leader, remember what I said, you must exercise restraint."

Chen Qing blushed slightly: "Okay, I understand."

He then instructed Wen Ting, "If we really have to take action later, just control him and leave the rest to me. Don't push yourself too hard, as it's not good for your mental energy."

Wen Ting nodded, "I understand, class monitor. I will keep things in mind."

.......

Time passed by, second by second.

The only sounds in the carriage were the soft rustling of the wheels on the road and the girls' light breathing.

The old man in his burial clothes sat motionless in his seat, like a cold sculpture. Only the occasional slight movement of his eyes proved that he was not a dead object.

The sky was gradually turning a pale white, and it was six o'clock in the morning.

A commotion came from the back row. Liu Man yawned and sat up, shaking her head with her dyed yellow hair and muttering something.

"Seriously, I'm so tired from sleeping, my back and waist are aching. What time is it now?"

Liu Man is the contestant who likes to form cliques.

As soon as she finished speaking, she frowned and her nose twitched: "What's that smell...it stinks."

It was a stench, a mixture of blood and decay, emanating from the old man in his funeral clothes and permeating the carriage.

Liu Man's gaze followed the source of the smell and slowly landed on the seat next to the bus door.

When she saw the withered old man dressed in funeral clothes and covered in black blood, her pupils suddenly contracted, and her sleepiness vanished instantly.

"Ugh! A ghost...!"

A sharp scream suddenly shattered the silence of the carriage, making everyone's eardrums ache.

The old man in the burial clothes slowly turned his head, making a "click-clack" sound from his neck, and his cloudy eyes stared straight at Liu Man.

Liu Man trembled with fear, shrinking back on all fours, screaming repeatedly, "A ghost...a ghost!"

Her voice was loud and shrill, instantly waking up most of the girls.

Chen Qing's expression changed, and he rushed to Liu Man's side, whispering sharply, "Keep your voice down! Don't shout!"

Liu Man exclaimed in surprise, "Wha...what happened?"

Chen Qing glanced at the old man in the burial clothes, then turned back and said in a deep voice, "Sit still and don't ask or worry about anything."

Liu Man's scream was so piercing that it woke up all the sleeping girls in the carriage, and they all sat up.

When they finally saw the withered old man dressed in funeral clothes, his body covered in black and red bloodstains.

Everyone instantly lost all sleepiness, their faces drained of color, and they covered their mouths in shock, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, their eyes filled with terror.

Chen Qing immediately raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, and lowered his voice to a whisper, "Don't panic, everyone. This is a mission-type ghost. As long as we successfully complete its mission, we will be in no danger."