The Rise of the Youth in the War of Resistance

Zhao Shao reacted and jumped up from his seat as if he had been electrocuted.

His eyes were full of confusion, like a deer lost in the forest, looking around frantically at the all-too-familiar classroom environment.

The motivational slogans posted on the wall are particularly eye-catching under the sunlight, and those passionate words seem to be frozen in time;

The clock hanging above the blackboard ticked slowly, making a soft sound.

The desks and chairs are neatly arranged and spotless. Everything seems so familiar, yet a little strange.

"Am I wearing it again?"

Zhao Shao muttered to himself, his voice so low that it seemed as if only he could hear it.

His heart was filled with doubts and surprises, like a surging sea, the waves of his thoughts kept rolling.

Just then, Mr. Xu, who was wearing square glasses, walked over with a serious face.

She held a thick textbook tightly in her hand, which seemed to be her weapon. She hit the table hard, making a "bang bang" sound.

At the same time, her eyes widened with angry flames, and she signaled Zhao Shao to sit down quickly.

However, Zhao Shao was so confused at this time, his head seemed to be in a mess, and he could not care about the teacher's instructions.

He took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently, as if he had made up his mind. Completely ignoring the surprised looks of the many teachers and classmates behind him, he stood up resolutely and ran towards the classroom door.

This action instantly ignited the atmosphere of the entire classroom. The classroom, which was originally as quiet as a sleeping lake, suddenly became noisy.

Teacher Xu was so angry that his face turned blue, and his originally fair face now looked like a piece of purple pig liver.

Her mouth opened wide, and some ugly curse words could not help but come out of her mouth:

“xxx is rebelling!”

The sound was so sharp and piercing that it seemed to cut through the air in the classroom.

While cursing, she raised her high-heeled feet, wanting to chase after Zhao Shao and bring him back.

The students who loved to join in the fun started to make a noise. Some of them shouted:

"Zhao Shao, run!

Don't get caught by Teacher Xu!"

The voice was full of excitement and excitement, as if cheering for a fierce game.

Others waved their hands excitedly, their faces flushed with excitement, and shouted loudly:

"Zhao Shao, you are so amazing!

I support you! "

Some even shouted in admiration:

"I've had enough of Teacher Xu's boring lectures, Zhao Shao. From now on, you are my idol!"

For a moment, all kinds of sounds came one after another in the classroom, including sharp shouts, excited cheers, and excited applause. It was so lively, like a bustling market.

Teacher Xu rushed out of the classroom in a hurry and originally planned to speed up his pace to catch up with Zhao Shao.

However, at this moment, there was a loud noise behind him.

The sound rose and fell, deafening, as if it was going to break through the roof and reach the sky.

Helplessly, Teacher Xu had to stop his hurried steps and turn back to the classroom.

But how could those students whose passion had been ignited by Zhao Shao just sit quietly at their desks and chairs?

Like a group of disturbed bees, they swarmed out of the classroom with a buzzing sound.

Then they quickly gathered around the walls of the corridor, craning their necks and widening their eyes, eager to know what would become of the escaped Zhao Shao.

Seeing this scene, Teacher Xu felt both angry and amused.

Her face turned red and white, and she shouted at the top of her lungs, trying to stop her classmates' impulsive behavior, her voice becoming hoarse:

"Go all back!"

But all to no avail.

In the end, Teacher Xu could only shake his head helplessly and let things develop freely.

Fortunately, although these naughty children made a lot of trouble, at least they didn't make her faint from anger.

But at this moment, the corridor on the third floor was crowded with people, shoulder to shoulder, and it was very lively.

People's bodies were pressed tightly together, and the sounds of breathing and conversation were intertwined.

As the classmates' noise grew louder, it gradually attracted the attention of students and teachers from other classes.

Everyone looked puzzled, not knowing what was going on here.

With full of questions in their hearts, some teachers rushed over quickly.

With their many years of teaching experience and calm personalities, they took timely measures to control the situation from further deterioration.

Otherwise, if it is allowed to continue, the entire school will probably fall into chaos. If someone dies, the consequences will be unimaginable!

At the same time, the instigator of this farce, Zhao Shao, ran down the stairs at a rapid pace, like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins.

His steps were quick and powerful, and every step seemed to crush the ground beneath his feet.

He ran straight out of the school, his figure flashing by on the campus path.

He was so agile that he jumped like a flash of lightning and easily crossed the long sand pit.

The sand in the sand pit flew up as he brought it up, forming a yellow smoke that sparkled with golden light under the sunlight.

At this moment, Zhao Shao had a lot of thoughts in his mind.

It was as if a fast-switching movie was playing in his mind, with memories and longings intertwined, and worries and hopes coexisting.

What on earth is he thinking about?

Perhaps it’s because of anticipation for upcoming challenges, imagining how you will bravely move forward despite all the difficulties and obstacles;

Or recalling past experiences, the laughter and tears, the successes and failures.

And where will he go?

It is the pursuit of an important goal, which is like a beacon in the distance, guiding him in the darkness;

Or is he trying to escape from some predicament that is like a heavy shackle that makes him long to break free?

No one knows the answer.

However, Zhao Shao's eyes were firm and resolute. His gaze was like a torch, as if it could penetrate all the fog.

He bit his lips tightly, as if he had made a vow deep in his heart.

“This time, that familiar feeling is still there.

I firmly believe that this time I will be able to change my father's fate! No matter how many difficulties and obstacles there are ahead, I will never back down. "

The tone was firm and powerful, as if squeezed out from between teeth.

At this moment, Sun Tianming, who was hunting normally on the other side, suddenly heard a pleasant ringtone from the mobile phone in his hand.

"I am like a fish in your lotus pond, waiting for the bright moonlight with you..."

The melodious melody was particularly abrupt in the silent forest.

Sun Tianming stopped what he was doing, quickly raised the phone to his ear and asked:

"what's up?"

His voice was low and magnetic, with a subtle hint of vigilance.

A deep voice came from the other end of the phone:

"Go immediately and stop one of them from heading towards the mine.

A photo of this person and their current location will be sent to you shortly."

The voice was cold and without any emotion.

Soon after he finished speaking, a clear photo of the person and detailed geographic location information were transmitted to Sun Tianming's mobile phone through advanced technology.

This old but practical mobile phone actually has a 3D projection function. It projected a three-dimensional image in front of Sun Tianming, carefully marking the location of the mine that Zhao Shao was going to, as well as Zhao Shao's specific location in Jiangcheng at the time.

Sun Tianming narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze as sharp as a hawk's. His fingers moved swiftly across the screen of his phone, sending several short but powerful messages to his subordinates:

"It's time to get to work!"

These words seemed to carry an irresistible commanding tone, making people feel his determination and urgency at the moment.

After sending the message, Sun Tianming swiftly put the exquisite hunting rifle into the specially made backpack behind him.

The backpack was bulging with his equipment.

Then he got on the cool motorcycle, skillfully turned the key and stepped on the accelerator.

Accompanied by a low and shocking roar of the engine, the motorcycle rushed out like a flash of lightning, raising a cloud of dust in an instant.

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