High school science students save the world

"Ouch!"

The teacher from the north next door yelled in a strong nasal voice, "What's going on here, I'm still letting you down!"

Several teachers next to him also echoed and complained about the school. One of them took out his mobile phone, turned on the lights like Yang Yan, and shook the office.

"The power went out again today, and it went off once last week—hey—what?!"

The teacher suddenly reached for the phone, but there was nothing there. She turned around, frowning with confusion, as if she had made a mistake.

No one took her words seriously.

The office is very messy, so messy that mice have to kick their feet.

Holding the English test paper in his hand, Yang Yan looked around, but the set of test papers on his right suddenly shook violently, making rustling noises.

Yang Yan's heart was always tense. At the second when he realized something was wrong, he bent down with his head in his arms without even thinking about it. Something flew past his scalp, which was cloudy and cold.

"Fuck!"

The teacher next door to him screamed.

Yang Yan squinted his eyes and raised his head, but saw nothing, only the dark white wall.

The teacher beside him shouted unsteadily: "What the hell is that that?! Is there something?!"

She was answered by rustling voices one after another.

The mobile phone was shaking everywhere, the wall, the ceiling, and suddenly it was illuminated on the table in the distance. It screamed and ran away against the test paper for a moment.

The teacher's hand trembled, and the phone fell to the ground.

Although it was only for a moment, it was still clearly seen that it was a mouse, a mouse with long arms and thick legs, smooth and smooth.

Yang Yan turned sideways to avoid the teacup knocked over by the mouse, the hot water trickled down, the teachers started to stir up, they pushed and went out towards the door.

"Get out of the way!" "You stepped on me!" "Go, get out!"

Yang Yan had a kind of numb panic about these things, so although his sweat was secreted from his pores, his brain was very calm.He glanced at the office and decided it would be quicker to jump out the window.

Just as he was about to leave, Yang Yan's hand was held by a warm hand.

He lowered his head and saw the English teacher holding him. She still had a somewhat old platinum ring on her hand. Under the moonlight from outside the window, she showed her aura of Qinghua.

Madame Curie glanced at him and said, "Don't be in a daze, get out quickly." She pulled him towards the door.

Yang Yan shook his head, pointed his chin and pointed out the window: "Can you jump out of the window?"

Madame Curie reacted instantly, she frowned but nodded, and walked quickly to the window.

Yang Yan pulled the glass window to the maximum, then turned sideways to let her go first.

"you……"

"The teacher will go first."

"creak, creak"

The rattling sound of rats sounded again, and it became more and more dense. Yang Yan saw one jumping up to the air conditioner, and another rushing up from the water dispenser to wrestle with it.They bit each other's tails and scratched each other's claws, but almost immediately the winner came out. It pressed the opponent's head to the ground with its paws, then looked up at Yang Yan, as if smiling very psychically, and lowered its head To swallow the opponent's head in one gulp, there are sparse red and white brains hanging on the mouth.

"hurry up!"

Hearing Yang Yan's urging, Madam Curie simply took off her ten-centimeter high heels, stretched her legs and jumped down.

Yang Yan took a look below, kicked his feet and climbed up the window sill, then retracted his legs and landed on the ground.

When Mrs. Curie landed, her posture was not right, and her ankle hurt a little. She stretched out her hand and twisted her ankle, but she raised her head with a scream.

"Help!—"

The teacher who was pushed to the back fell, and a big mouse jumped down and landed on her lap. He opened his mouth and took a bite, only to hear a muffled sound of "噗嗤". Here comes a piece of meat!

"Help, help, help! Help me! Help me!"

At least someone with a conscience gave her a hand.

The female teacher screamed, wailing and crying, Yang Yan quickly threw the small succulent plant on the window sill, and then stretched out her hand to help Madam Curie go out.

They walked two or three steps, but they heard a crisp sound behind their ears. At the same time, a scalp-numbing coldness could barely pass by. Yang Yan's whole body exploded like a cat. At night, the waist was still rubbed, and it was burning and painful.

The mouse that attacked him stood aggressively on the ground, with its front paws raised, standing like a human being. It seemed to be the winner of the fight on the refrigerator, and the fur around its mouth was bloody dark red.

It waved its front paws, bared its fangs, jumped one by one with a "squeak", and swooped down condescendingly.

Madame Curie opened her mouth wide as if intending to yell, but Yang Yan pushed her away and failed.He retracted his right leg to his abdomen, straightened his instep, and kicked it to the ground with a hook on the toe of his shoe.

The big mouse wailed, rolled over and stood up again.

Taking this time, Yang Yan took out the switchblade from his pocket.

Although the switchblade is a controlled tool, there are always a few people in the class who are doing nothing and like to perm their hair to chicken coop yellow. They always seem to have channels to get these things.

It's just a small fruit knife.

When Yang Yan was eating at the back table, the moment he heard the fire alarm, his first reaction was to put the fruit knife in his pocket. Although he was almost swallowed in the end, it was better than being unarmed.

Looking at Yang Yan's switchblade, the extremely intelligent mouse was a little apprehensive, and walked back and forth in front of him. Suddenly, it raised its head and let out a sharp "squeak".

The next moment, there were countless "squeaks" from behind, as if waves were beating.

Yang Yan slightly turned his head and glanced back. The office seemed to be a nest of rats. The densely packed rats were standing or lying down, crowding at the window. They all raised their heads and looked at him with the same eyes.

Yang Yan felt a chill in his heart.

It was an extremely viscous, vicious look.

Their small gray eyes turned into countless knives and pinned him in place. It was like the deep sea, like moss, and more like the monster's sticky tongue. He heard the chorus of their raised heads, sharp and thin, every mouse They are all talking, encouraging and inciting.

"Kill him, kill him."

Who did you kill?

The sound was like a scary little snake getting into his ears, Yang Yan felt dizzy and black, his hand holding the switchblade shook violently, he clenched it so hard that his veins burst out that he managed not to drop it.

His body was numb, but there was a voice in his mind warning him: "It can't be like this."

--can not be like this.

That mouse seems to be the leader, grabbing the gap to "squeak" the run-up, and then leaps up, showing its claws and two sharp teeth, the gap between the teeth is still full of fresh and tender compatriots flesh and blood.

Yang Yan's body finally moved, but he moved too late, even if the switchblade stabbed the mouse, he would inevitably be scratched by its sharp claws.

Yang Yan leaned back and narrowed his eyes at the same time, clenching his back molars and waiting for the moment it pounced.

But it fails.

Just listening to the crisp "Boom", this arrogant mouse was hit to the ground by the ceramic flower pot, and the brittle porcelain pieces were inserted/inserted into its body accurately, and the thick soil made it Couldn't even stretch out its feeble paws and whine.

Yang Yan looked up and saw Mrs. Curie was sweating profusely, and smiled at him reluctantly.

It was she who picked up the flower pot and killed the mouse.

This move was so sudden that it stopped the mice at the window. As soon as Yang Yan saw the two rows of flowers and plants in the aisle, he closed the switchblade with his fingers, lifted the flower pot, and threw them on the forehead. .

one two three four...

The rats howled and ran around, not daring to escape to them, and scattered in all directions. The teachers who managed to squeeze out of the office door screamed and cursed again.

Yang Yan didn't know them, and didn't want to care about them, so he wiped the sweat off his face with his dusty hand, and asked, "Teacher, what should we do now?"

Mrs. Curie was stunned, and shook her lips: "Go to the principal's office in the administration building..." Before finishing speaking, she changed her words again, "Go to stabilize the students first..."

"Stable students, how to be stable?"

Madame Curie was also in a panic. In her nearly 50 years of life, she only had experience in dealing with all kinds of tricky and weird students. She suddenly remembered something and said: "Mobile phone, where is your mobile phone, call the police quickly."

Yang Yan had already taken out his mobile phone, but when he put his ear on the screen, the gap between his brows became deeper and deeper. In the end, he just slid the mobile phone into his pocket: "I can't get through."

Madame Curie's face turned pale in an instant, which made Yang Yan swallow the last half of the sentence - not in the service area.

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