High school science students save the world

There was a short cry from the back desk.

When he called, he kicked his foot, and he fell on a girl who was squatting on the ground, whether intentionally or not.

The girl was very clever, she staggered a few steps and dodged it, the poor back table fell to the ground in an extremely unsightly posture, it was Yang Yan who saw his pity and went over to help him.

The hand holding Yang Yan at the back table was shaking, and when Yang Yan pulled him up, his shoulders shook like a sieve, Yang Yan looked at his face in surprise, it was full of tears, looking at him At the moment when Yang Yan finally shouted: "I want to go home!"

"I want to go home," he said weeping, "I...I want to go home, I don't want to stay in school anymore, I want to go home..."

He talked incoherently about going home, and the classmates in the class started crying again.

"I want to go home too..." "I want my mother! I want my mother!" "Go back, I want to go back..."

The pale head teacher trembled his lips and said softly, "Line up, we... let's go downstairs."

The wailing girls instantly became hoarse.

They looked at the head teacher, who was standing there, poked thousands of holes by their words, standing there bruised and bruised.

Everyone lined up in silence.

Mrs. Curie led the team and opened the back door and went down the back stairs. When they passed the corpse, many people still covered their mouths, with tears in their eyes, and ran over with closed eyes.

The head teacher stopped.

As the last one, he glanced at the classroom that had just been painted and arranged before leaving, and then turned his head to look at the backs of the students' heads.

Crowded.

This is his student.

This is the class he takes.

This is his...he comes a dozen times a day to take care of the students like a full-time nanny.

What did they say?

— Get out!

The homeroom teacher felt that he was sweating a lot today. He wiped his face with his sleeve, and his shirt was completely wet. It seemed that there was a wind passing by, and his body was trembling and cold.

The head teacher hadn't taken a few steps away from the classroom when he heard a restless commotion coming from behind.

That restlessness comes from people.

Class 12 was the last class, and it was also the class near the back stairs. They turned their heads, Class 11, Class 10, Class 9—people from other classes stumbled towards them!

There are those who open the door and those who jump out of the window. As long as they move slowly, they will be pushed away brutally by the people behind.

"You're in the way!"

A person who was obviously not good at jumping out of windows put his feet on the window sill one by one with a little slowness, and was immediately pushed down by the people behind him.With a scream, he knelt on the ground and was stepped on by someone later, leaving half a shoe print on his calf.

In the next instant the torrent of students drowned the poor man, leaving only faint groans.

The people in Yang Yan's class were so frightened that they couldn't react, they stood stiffly at the stairs for a moment, regardless of Madame Curie yelling at them to leave quickly.

They are all people. There were many people in the first place, but now they are all gathered on the stairs, and it is difficult to even move a step.Front, back, left, right, people, people, they are all people, they are all panting heavily, approaching fiercely, snatching the nearest breath of air forcefully, the air is turbid, scalding, making it hard to breathe angry.

"What are you doing?!"

Someone had already screamed in panic, but their voices were instantly covered by other miscellaneous voices.

The smarter people squeezed desperately towards Yang Yan, even though the bright fire was dangerously bristling, they were not afraid of being burned and approached desperately.

People seem to selectively forget the class next door when they leave.

Because it is such a troublesome thing to bring others along at this time.

But they were still found.

The giant rat came up from the stairs at the back, and other squads had noticed it a long time ago, but what they saw was the body of the monster that crashed down—what does this mean? !

They are saved!

They were like hungry wolves with red eyes, rushing towards Class 12. The fiery red ball Yang Yan was holding was particularly conspicuous in the dark night, and some of them who had already been frightened unconscious staggered away from the wall of people around them, Roaring in a rough voice, get out of the way, almost frantically standing on tiptoe and reaching out to grab Yang Yan.

Yang Yan stood in the center, with countless hands pulling his clothes from countless angles, like the shadow of a ghost, one hand accidentally touched the steaming fire, and immediately let out a scream.

He immediately withdrew his hand, the hand convulsed, his face contorted and let out a scream that made ears hurt.

The momentum of the people pulling Yang Yan suddenly weakened a lot.

Someone nearby was so frightened that he couldn't help but sneered and said: "You will be burnt to ashes if you touch it! You! We! Only Yang Yan will not be burned. If you dare to touch him, we will all be burned. It's over!"

Many of Yang Yan's classmates had their brains back to normal at this time, and they belatedly remembered that Tan Zheng once said that this space is centered on fire, which is the fire in Yang Yan's hands!

"Yes! Don't touch him!" "You're looking for death!" "Go away, you!" "Don't touch him!"

……

It was the first time that Yang Yan was treated like the stars and the moon. After a while, he pretended to cough twice, and said softly in the silence: "Comrades...can we go?"

There were sparse responses from the crowd, and only then did the embarrassing head teachers of other classes come out to maintain discipline.

"Everyone line up, don't push, don't squeeze, we're going downstairs."

It was still Madame Curie who led the team, and Yang Yan followed her. On his right was the crying back table, and behind him were endless classmates.

He stood in front of the steps and tilted his head, his eyes flashed quickly from their blurred faces.

No one knew that his hand, which was in his pocket, was holding the switchblade, and the blade was firmly embedded in the flesh so as not to tremble.

His classmates and his teacher, less than 1 people behind him, merged with the night, but it seems that there are more than [-] people, it seems that all human beings are standing behind him, and they all have The same face, eyes, ears, nose and mouth, they were all so scared and panicked and... so hideous.

Their expressions are so vivid and distorted.

Give him the urge to leave them behind and run away.

However, he did not escape.

Not only did he not escape, but he straightened his back and walked firmly.

Hulala, a group of mighty people followed behind him.

Yang Yan couldn't help laughing at himself and thought: This can be regarded as an overwhelming response, even more prestigious than the principal.

Down from the third floor is the second floor.

Because of the deformed big rat, those little rats fled to the second floor. The corridor on the second floor was full of traces of their bites and fights. There were pools of strange-shaped blood on the ground. Some students were bitten. Shoulders shrugged and cried, and some brandished anything that could be used as a weapon.

Stool mop broom school bag water cup...

Those who say that middle school students are weak now should really see how much potential people have at this juncture.

They have learned how to fight mice without a teacher. Maybe they are not skilled enough, but their ruthlessness has been revealed between their brows.

The second floor joined the team.

Below that is the first floor.

The male English teacher who maintained order saw Yang Yan, and was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth for a while.

"you……"

He looked at Yang Yan and swallowed hard: "You..."

Under the moonlight, Madame Curie's face was as white as the moon. She glanced at the man and said, "Stop talking nonsense, follow quickly."

The male teacher with slender arms and legs hurriedly followed. The team was already huge and somewhat deformed. Fortunately, the team was not chaotic, and people walked silently with their heads bowed.The students in the first and third grades also rushed down when they saw it, but there were screams, howls and screams from time to time on the way.

The mice, big and small, kept running around.

The rats you see in the office are just the tip of the iceberg.

They all ran out at this time, the night is their invisibility cloak, this is their kingdom, creaking like a tide rushing towards the bottom of this group of people, there are quite a few mice jumping up and diving fiercely .

Many people covered their eyes in fear, especially those standing on the edge. They squeezed in with all their strength and waved their arms weakly.

"Go away! Go away! Go away!—ah!—"

But nothing happened.

The space seems to be infinite, and it can accommodate countless people. As long as you enter this glass-like space, those mice—even if there is only a piece of paper, they can only fall down in vain.

Seeing this was like seeing a miracle!

Even with wounds on his body, he dragged his bleeding arms and legs to fight against the "squeaky" rats, crawling into the space with red eyes and bloodshot eyes!

More than 3000 people, plus more than 200 teachers, slowly approached the school gate.

At this time, I didn't know who it was, so I asked very ignorantly: "Where's the principal?"

The surrounding area was silent for a moment, and then there were many chirping and noisy voices.

Some sharp-eyed people have already noticed that not only the principal, but those in the administration building did not show up.

One person turned his head and whispered to his companion, "I don't know if it's dead or alive."

"If you commit crimes yourself, who cares about them."

"Bad luck?"

"Damn it." It was a gossiping little girl who shrugged her shoulders with a smile, "I quite like Principal Mediterranean's beer belly."

"Why?" another asked.

"His belly reminds me of my dad..." The smiling face suddenly became sad, and she wiped away the tears from her eyes with her sleeve stained with mouse blood, "Mom and Dad, I want to go home, them……"

She burst into tears, the fragility hidden behind her smile erupted like magma, she cried as she walked, she was out of breath, she didn't care if the bangs that were more important than life were parted, she just yelled mom and dad.

"I was still arguing with them when they sent me here this morning...Actually, they are very nice to me. Every morning my mother wakes me up: 'Get up, get up' and then I get up in a daze, she Comb my hair, have breakfast after combing my hair, open the door and there is a smell of breakfast, sometimes noodles porridge, sometimes bread and milk, my dad will drive me to school after eating..."

The gray memories in those corners are suddenly refreshed.

They are so warm and gentle, touchable.

The eyes of the little girl next to her were also red, and she wiped her tears and said, "It's okay, we...we'll go home after we leave."

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