100 ways to be a scumbag boss

In fact, the school is not gloomy. It has been prepared for this day for a long time. Even the playground is brightly lit.

All the teachers in the school are working overtime tonight to patrol, and the rooftops of all the buildings are strictly guarded.

Even the airbags are inflated downstairs, lest students jump from the building!

If it weren't for the fear that things would get too big and have bad consequences, the teachers would have wanted to call the fire officers and soldiers. Those who are professional are no better than those who are half-baked like me!

However, the teachers complained, and the inspection was still very serious.

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

In fact, if the students really committed suicide, it would be okay. After all, it was subjectively voluntary. Just be afraid. They were not voluntary, but were forced to be bewitched or possessed by something dirty, which makes them uncomfortable.

High school students, children of [-], [-], [-] or [-], are all still flowers. They didn't have time to work hard to bloom, didn't take a good look at the scenery outside, didn't walk through the trees and mountains described in the books, and just passed away quietly. It's really Not worth it!

But in the previous Western New Year, except for the first girl who left a suicide note and really committed suicide by jumping off the building, each of the next three were good, lively and cheerful children with excellent academic performance. They were popular in school and had good teachers. Like it, no matter whether you ask your parents or classmates and friends, you can't tell that the other person has the intention to commit suicide...

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

Teacher Chen is the head teacher of the key class in the third year of high school. She and the two teachers in the class guard the roof of the experimental building.

She was leaning on a slightly rusty railing, her expression a little solemn, and the emotions in her eyes were extremely complicated.

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

The English teacher came and stood next to her.

Mr. Chen teaches Chinese. He is 42 years old. He has just graduated and started working in this school. Now he has a higher professional title and sufficient qualifications. He also teaches key classes. He has made it through and is stable in all aspects.

She has devoted all her youth to the school and the children.

The child who died last year was in their class.

Teacher Chen remembers the whole thing. The little girl loved to laugh very much. Her skin was very white, but she looked a little thinner and not tall. But the classmates in the class liked her very much.

He studies seriously and has a good personality. He also likes to chase the teacher and ask questions.

It's a pity that so much blood was lost when he jumped down.

She looked really distressed at that time.

She took care of every student in the class as if she were her own child. After that day, she was sick for several days, and she always saw that child when she opened and closed her eyes!

"How can I not think about it? I just hope that no more children will get into trouble tonight."

Teacher Chen sighed softly.

The English teacher patted her shoulder: "Don't think about it. That child, well, it was just an accident. There are so many teachers guarding her tonight. Don't worry, nothing will happen."

"hope so."

Teacher Chen pinched his eyebrows irritably.

"I heard that the school spent millions to invite a master to come over tonight."

"Master?" Teacher Chen smiled sarcastically: "I am a teacher and educate people, but they still believe in this kind of thing."

"Hey, isn't it just spending money to buy peace of mind?"

The history teacher initially sat on the edge of the only passage on the rooftop with a chair.

Suddenly he heard footsteps coming from below.

The iron door is ajar.

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

"Boom, boom, boom!"