100 ways to trick a boy into going to sleep

Chapter 338 Feng Qiwu

The school wasn't actually gloomy; they had been preparing for this day for a long time, and even the playground was brightly lit.

Tonight, all the teachers in the school are working overtime to patrol, and all the rooftops are under strict guard.

The airbags at the bottom of the building are already inflated, just in case a student jumps off!

If it weren't for the fear of things getting out of hand and having a bad impact, the teachers would have called the firefighters. They're professionals, and they're definitely better than us amateurs!

Despite their complaints, the teachers were still quite thorough in their inspections.

If we can protect the child who jumps off the building this year, then the curse will be broken, and everyone will no longer have to worry about this day every year!

Actually, if the students really committed suicide, that would be alright, since it was their own choice. What's worrying is that they weren't acting voluntarily, but were forced to be bewitched or possessed by some evil spirit, which is what's truly distressing.

High school students, sixteen, seventeen, or eighteen years old, are still flower buds. They haven't had time to fully bloom, haven't had a chance to properly see the scenery outside, and haven't walked through the forests and mountains described in books. They just quietly leave this world. It's really not worth it!

But in the previous four years, apart from the first girl who left a suicide note and actually jumped to her death, the other three were all excellent students, cheerful and outgoing, popular with their teachers, and no one, whether you asked their parents or classmates and friends, could tell that they had any intention of committing suicide...

The more bizarre it is, the more it arouses speculation!

Ms. Chen is the homeroom teacher of the senior class, and she and the two subject teachers in the class guard the roof of the laboratory building.

She leaned on the slightly rusty railing, her expression somewhat solemn, and the emotions in her eyes extremely complex.

"Are you still thinking about what happened last year?"

The English teacher walked over and stood next to her.

Teacher Chen teaches Chinese. She is 42 years old this year. She started working at this school right after graduation. Now she has a higher professional title and more qualifications. She also teaches an advanced class. She has made a name for herself and is very stable in all aspects.

She has dedicated her entire youth to the school and the children.

The child who died last year was from their class.

Teacher Chen always remembered that the little girl was very cheerful and had fair skin. She was a bit thin and not very tall, but all the students in the class liked her.

She studies diligently, has a good personality, and likes to keep asking teachers questions.

It's a pity she bled so much when she jumped. It really hurt her to see that.

She treated every student in the class like her own child. After that day, she was sick for several days, and all she could think about was that child!

"How could I not want to? I just hope that no more children will get into trouble tonight."

Teacher Chen sighed softly.

The English teacher patted her on the shoulder: "Don't think about it, child. Sigh, it was just an accident. So many teachers are watching over you tonight. Don't worry, nothing will happen."

"hope so."

Teacher Chen pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration.

"I heard that the school spent millions tonight to invite a master from outside."

"A master?" Teacher Chen laughed sarcastically. "They're educators themselves, yet they still believe in this kind of thing." "Sigh, it's just paying money for peace of mind!"

The history teacher initially sat in a chair on the edge of the only passageway on the rooftop.

Suddenly he heard footsteps coming from below.

The iron gate was ajar.

But inexplicably, the rhythmic, mechanical footsteps instantly made his hair stand on end!

"Boom, boom, boom!"