"Damn it! Damn it!! Damn it!!!"

The boy was the first to break down. His originally fierce face was now covered in snot and tears.

He pulled out the badminton racket from his backpack and was about to charge forward.

"What are you trying to do?!" Wang Chou rushed up and held him, "Are you out of your mind?"

"Didn't you hear it? She said she didn't want to die, she wanted to live! That's a life, she's our classmate! Am I just supposed to stand by and watch?!"

The boy was incredibly strong, breaking free from Wang Chou and continuing forward.

"Lao Zhou! Lao Zhou, come help me pull him back!" Wang Chou turned around and pulled me, "Those black sticky fluids, who knows what they are, what if they're poisonous!"

I shook my head, "He won't rest until he tries."

Wang Chou's eyes were full of shock, that kind of disbelief, as if he no longer saw the timid and cautious Zhou Li standing in front of him, but someone else.

I was busy paying attention to the situation in the carriage:

Despite the horrifying situation inside the train, the driver still drove the school bus as if nothing had happened; the girl with glasses had already collapsed in her seat, almost passing out from fear; the three of us leaned against the driver's cab, standing in the aisle next to the first row of seats.

The black sticky fluid spread very slowly, the current range did not exceed the back half of the carriage.

And the boy was jumping onto the sixth row of seats, holding onto the seat back, reaching out the badminton racket towards the short-haired girl.

The short-haired girl was still conscious, her widened eyes turning towards the boy, her right hand struggling to lift up, but stuck tightly by the sticky fluid.

It was too far away, impossible to reach.

"What do we do?" Wang Chou was getting anxious, and didn't dare to go over.

If the boy went to the eighth row, maybe he could reach her with the racket, but the sticky fluid had already spread to the seventh row, doing so would only put himself in danger.

I looked into his backpack, there was another badminton racket, a skipping rope, and a student ID card that read "Management Major, Li Yu".

"Li Yu, do you want to save her?" I asked loudly.

"Of course! If I can save such a beautiful female classmate, I'll wake up laughing every day!"

"The eighth row of seats, if you jump over there you can reach her, if you jump I will help you. Do you dare?"

Li Yu looked down at the sticky fluid spreading under the seat.

I didn't know what he saw, that kind of close-range fear was something we couldn't experience.

"You better damn well keep your word to me!!"

He turned his head and yelled at me, flipping over the seat back and jumping onto the seventh row of seats.

"Impressive, bro!" Wang

Chou was very excited.

I took out the badminton racket, tried the skipping rope again, it was a nylon rope, strong enough, and then walked straight ahead.

Wang Chou stopped me, "Lao Zhou, I don't know what's gotten into you since earlier, you've been like a different person. But this is too dangerous, you can't go alone."

I threw the skipping rope to him, "You're in."

Wang Chou tied one end of the skipping rope around my waist, passed it through the railing, and tied it to the back of the seat in the fifth row, making a simple pulley system. He covered his palm with his sleeve, tried pulling it, barely workable.

I jumped onto the sixth row of seats, turned to look at Ye Nanpu, she was looking at me too, with a complex expression in her eyes.

I couldn't read that expression, it seemed like she had anticipated it early, yet deeper, as if she was both delighted and disappointed.

This method worked, the short-haired girl finally grabbed the badminton racket, and Li Yu also grabbed the badminton racket I handed him, using his own body as a bridge to connect her to the hope of surviving.

"Pull--!!"

Li Yu and I both shouted loudly, the skipping rope around my waist started to exert force.

Wang Chou looked fierce, his whole body falling down like a weight, using all his strength and weight, finally pulling it.

Her arm was peeled off from the sticky fluid, then her upper back, moving slowly from the tenth row to the ninth row.