High school science students save the world

Yang Yan lowered his head and thought for a while, and saw Mrs. Curie curled up with her toes sadly on the cold ground, so she said, "Teacher, put your shoes on."

Madame Curie realized that her feet were in a miserable situation. She walked a few steps forward to the window, bent down to pick up the high heels, but held them in her hands, refusing to wear them.

"This shoe is no good, no..." She looked at the window for a while, and said, "Mr. Yan has a pair of sneakers, and they are in the bag on the table..."

Yang Yan understood, and before she could finish speaking, she stepped onto the window sill with one foot, looked back at where Mrs. Curie was pointing, rummaged through it, and took out a pair of sneakers.

Mrs. Curie bent over to tie her shoelaces, but she heard Yang Yan say in a leisurely and light manner, "Teacher, I have to go back to the classroom."

She suddenly raised her head: "Go back! No, it's too dangerous!" Looking at Yang Yan's unchanging face, she said again: "Forget it, forget it, go, it's safer in the classroom."

Mrs. Curie changed her foot to tie her shoelace, and the teacher in the office realized that someone was behind the team, so she rushed to them from the door, asking for their health.

The female teacher who had a piece of flesh bitten off by the teacher almost cried to death. The blood was dragged all over the floor, and she was dragged by a male teacher to prevent it from falling.

"We're going to call an ambulance..."

Before the words were finished, Yang Yan took out the mobile phone from his pocket in a fair manner, shook it in front of them, and said casually: "I've called, it's not in the service area."

Now, no one will pursue the serious punishment of the students for bringing mobile phones. They discussed with ugly faces to send the injured teacher and several female teachers to the infirmary, and the others went to appease the students to stay in the classroom.

There are only two male teachers in the English office, and the ones with thin arms and legs among the women seem to be mostly unreliable.

One of the male teachers had already entered the classroom on the ground floor, and the other was going to send the injured teacher to the infirmary. There was no spare manpower to take care of Yang Yan and the others.

"Are you okay?" The man frowned and looked at them worriedly, his eyes looked like looking at the old, weak, sick and disabled.

Yang Yan rolled his eyes, nodded copingly, and immediately dragged Madam Curie up to the third floor.

There is a huge terrace on the second floor.

Just as Yang Yan went up to the second floor, there was a mass of gray and black stuff rushing towards him with the dim light in the corridor. Yang Yan kicked his foot reflexively, but it was in vain.He took a closer look, and saw that the mouse just rushed forward, jumping while running - but it seemed to be jumping very hard, and one fleshy paw was gone, leaving only a bloody part, and the little bone seemed to be Naked, swaying with its movements.

It's fucking disgusting!

Yang Yan turned around and saw Mrs. Curie's face was ashen. He hurriedly said that the teacher was fine and left quickly, and pushed her up the steps.

Yang Yan followed behind, they walked quickly, Yang Yan peeked under his eyes as they walked, and the mice in twos and threes lowered their heads and rampaged.

Another mouse ran down from the third floor. This one was not big, but it was pitch black. Yang Yan wanted to avoid it and trample it to death when it saw Yang Yan. His belly was already stuck to the water-cool steps, and when Yang Yan took a step closer, it shook violently.

Yang Yan asked Mrs. Curie to step aside, raised her toes with great interest, and nodded in mid-air.

It straightened up, its mung bean-like black eyes were full of fear, Yang Yan didn't understand how he could see so many emotions from a mouse, it seemed that it was too obvious, as Yang Yan's feet moved slowly As it approached, it trembled more violently, convulsing almost uncontrollably.

Human feet are closer.

The Nike swoosh on the shoe is like a mocking smirk.

The toe of Yang Yan's shoe was almost touching its two paws, about half the width of a palm, and the mouse that shook like a fallen leaf in the wind suddenly let out a hissing and exhausted scream. And howling terribly, his body couldn't stop falling backwards.

However, the moment its fur stuck to the step surface, it jumped up instantly, as if sticking to a red-hot iron plate, and the force of the dive made it touch Yang Yan's shoe.

It froze for a second, stopped shaking, and just stood still.

However, as time went by, it trembled more and more, even the tip of its tail was trembling, and it seemed that it could still hear the crackling of its bones.

What Yang Yan didn't expect was that it collapsed.

It began to raise its head and scream, the sound was a hundred times sharper than scratching with nails on the blackboard, it screamed, screamed hysterically, screamed with heart and lungs, and the screams made people feel irritable and almost killed this humble life. Kick off.

It does not give humans this opportunity.

It, this black mouse, stretched out its front paws and inserted it into its abdominal cavity without hesitation, pulling it down and pulling it out. The fishy blood fell on its own feet, adding a gleam to the night-black fur.

Yang Yan was stunned.

He looked at his toes, cold sweat slipped down his back quietly, his teeth were stumbling and fighting with each other.

How is this going?

Mrs. Curie regained her senses first, grabbed his wrist, and dragged him down the stairs with such force that his bones ached.

Yang Yan opened his mouth: "Teacher..."

Mrs. Curie almost jumped up seeing the flying mice under her feet, and nodded her feet in embarrassment: "We... let's go up the stairs on the other side."

Yang Yan looked at her, the English teacher's extremely thick man-like eyebrows were drawn together due to cold sweat, his lips were pale, but his expression was serious, and he never even frowned.

This made Yang Yan couldn't help laughing.

It's not just a smile, it's a laugh.

He smiled and said bitterly, "Teacher, you look like this..."

Mrs. Curie stopped to look at him for a while, and finally smiled reluctantly: "It's nothing funny, go back to your class."

Yang Yan responded and went up.

As soon as they climbed the stairs, they heard a roar in a childish voice.

"roll--!"

He was full of energy, but Yang Yan only felt familiar.

They came up from the stairs at the back, directly to class 12.The head teacher had already stayed there, but the head teacher who had been playing the role of Lord Hades all this time was standing weakly in the aisle of the seat today, casually wiping the sweat off his forehead with his hands.

Madame Curie knocked on the door.

The head teacher seemed to be taken aback, and then rushed to open the door, but Yang Yan was staring at the square glass that had just been wiped by the cleaning. He was right, when he saw the head teacher frowned.

The teacher in charge opened the door hastily, and also closed the door hastily. Yang Yan rushed over to close the door just halfway through his body, almost pinching his heels.

He took a deep look at Yang Yan, and said the first sentence: "Yang Yan is back, you two can almost calm down a bit."

Yang Yan looked at the two people standing in the aisle, both of whom were red-faced and out of breath. The back table with Qin Zheng's arms saw Yang Yan and raised the corner of his mouth: "Yang Yan, you are late."

That roar came from the back table.

The person at the back table is easy-going at best, but heartless at harshness. If you cut him a word or two, he will never get angry.

Yang Yan approached silently, Tan Zheng let go of the arm clasping the back table, and held his hand, Yang Yan felt his palm was rubbed hard by his thumb.

It took a while before he let go, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, Tan Zheng took out a glass from the belly of the lower table and poured honey water for Yang Yan.

Tan Zheng put the water glass into his hand: "Drink."

Yang Yan wondered where this came from, but he didn't show it on his face, just staring at his own reflection in the water.

Qin Zheng looked at him without blinking and said, "This can help you sleep, drink it."

After hearing this, Yang Yan lifted the cup obediently, and drank it thoroughly in one breath.

After he finished drinking, he wiped his mouth, sat on the seat, his eyelashes fluttered, and asked in a faint tone: "What's wrong?"

The back table switches modes in an instant, and if you feel wronged, add a handkerchief and you can become a yellow flower girl who was plucked by Deng Tuzi.

The back table said: "Why don't you see what's missing on your table."

What's missing?

"Your English book is being used as a stick for beating rats, hey, hello," he said, casting a sinister glance at the person opposite, "I just said, 'Why are you doing this?' Is that too much? It's not too much Well, it’s okay if you say I’m sorry, you think there will be people who are so shameless that it’s a pity that it’s such a ten yuan, I bah..."

The back table muttered for a long time but failed to catch any important words. Qin Zheng explained in a concise and concise manner in his ear: when the mouse just ran out, the man used his English book, and the back table said something to him, the man But he said: "I guess he died outside. What does it matter if I use his book?" Then they got into a fight, and even strangled each other directly.

Yang Yan shrugged indifferently.

The man was unfamiliar, a boy sitting in the corner was the tallest one in the class, but his back was always hunched over, and he didn't have much to talk about, so he hardly remembered him.

The back table was cursing and sighing when he said it, and his tone could be adjusted by three folds. When he was talking about it, the head teacher approached them and sternly called the back table's name.

"Hu Zhiwen! Shut up! Come here, Zhu Junhao, and apologize to Yang Yan." He put his hand on Yang Yan's shoulder and patted him comfortingly.

The boy named "Zhu Junhao" pursed his lips and said nothing, but his chest heaved violently. He glared at Yang Yan for a while, then retracted his already bent back, and forcefully squeezed out: "I'm sorry. .”

The head teacher returned to the podium and said as he walked: "Okay, okay, we are all classmates, we are a big family, if there is any unpleasant thing, just talk about it, boys are big-hearted and don't care about it."

Madame Curie stood at the door of the classroom, glanced at the sitting students, cleared her throat and was about to say something, but there was a knocking sound from the glass window.

The girl by the window screamed "Ah".

Not only did she scream, but she also jumped up, rolling and crawling, and quickly retreated towards the aisle with her center of gravity unstable.

No one laughed at her.

Everyone stared at that special glass window. Outside the window, there was a jumping mouse. It kept jumping up and sticking its belly on the glass, trying to get in. At the same time, its claws made people scratch their teeth. with glass.

But there is more to it than that.

Its movements became faster and faster, until finally it shook its head almost crazily and twisted its body. There was a muffled sound of "噗嗤", and it stopped moving. Then it twitched violently, and fell down. A line of sticky blood flowed from its body.

Behind it was a two-meter-tall mouse, with its head lowered, swallowing the corpse whole in its hands, but its eyes were licking the human body in the window.

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