There are many, many people in this world who will have some spontaneous hobbies at an early age.

Some like to play football, some like to play basketball, some like to play guitar, some like to play games, and some like to write.

A very small number of them eventually make these interests a career and work for them for life, but the vast majority of them eventually leave their preferences and quietly work in other industries.

Wu Hao's story book embodies his rare optimism about the world.

His little optimism is surprisingly contagious, reaching out to his peers who have read his story.

It's just that, alas, in the mid-nineties, such abilities were not useful at all.

Neither teachers nor parents would like such an ability.

"Look at what your son has written! He doesn't study well in class! He doesn't finish his homework well after class, but he has time to write this kind of thing! Write about this kind of poisonous weed! Wu Hao's father, I think your son should stop going to school and study. Reading is not for writing this nonsense!

What's the use of these things? Can they make money, or can they be promoted and rich?

Huh?"

The head teacher with hanging eyes knocked his fingers on the table, and his fierce eyes seemed to be able to swallow Wu Hao.

For some reason, Wu Hao, who had been knocking on the table with a tigress in his mind, didn't even have a trace of fear, and still wanted to laugh.

A smile unconsciously spread across his face.

And his father directly untied the belt and was about to whip Wu Hao.

Force, or violence, is perhaps the most helpless way to go.

The belt in Wu Hao's father's hand waved and pumped on Wu Hao's body.

I don't know how many times the teacher criticizes the child for calling the child and the parents beat the child in the office, and the teachers are not even surprised.

However, there are not many people who smoke as hard as Wu Hao's father.

Most parents still love their children and feel sorry for their children.

Spanking a child in the office is just to show the teacher.

However, Wu Hao's father is obviously not like this.

The belt whistled and the wind whipped on Wu Hao's body.

Blood marks appeared one after another under the skin, and even beads of blood oozed from the skin.

It stands to reason that even an adult can't bear such pain, let alone Wu Hao, a child.

If it had been in the past, he might have succumbed to the trick and rolled on the ground begging for mercy.

But not today, not today.

Wu Hao still had a faint smile on his face, as if the body that was whipped by the belt was not his body at all.

He watched the farce in front of him like a bystander.

Angry father, hateful homeroom teacher, numb teachers around.

Perhaps, I really have to die to be the best ending.

It seems to be the fourth floor here, will you die if you jump off the fourth floor?

Looks like it will.

Wu Hao's eyes suddenly lit up, and his body moved slowly.

The scars on his body were not useless, even if he stood up and wanted to take a step, it was extremely difficult to walk.

"Run! You still run!" Wu Hao's father saw Wu Hao actually running towards the corridor, and the belt under his hand waved even harder.

Wu Hao didn't seem to hear it, he looked at the window, as if it was the divine door to liberation.

Open windows.

Jump.

The world is quiet.

Despite the pain all over my body, I wanted to sleep.

Then go to sleep......

At the moment before Wu Hao jumped off the building, everyone except him seemed to be playing their own role.

What should be fierce is still fierce, what should be hateful is still hateful, and what should be numb is still numb.

However, when he actually jumped, these people with labels seemed to suddenly come to life.

The originally farcical scene seemed to be quiet for a moment.

On the head teacher's face, I can no longer see that kind of unstoppable expression.

The expression on her face now was only horror.

Why did you jump off the building?

Why did you jump off the building!

The little rabbit cub made a mistake, and it was not natural for Lao Tzu to beat his son.

It's not normal for a son who sells charcoal to drop out of school.

Why did this turtle grandson jump off the building?

Forced the students to jump off the building yourself?

What to do on your own?

What should I do?

The head teacher froze there, completely unsure of what to do.

Wu Hao's father, looking at the lump of things downstairs, stood in the corridor, the belt in his hand fell off, and he didn't think about anything.

Some of the remaining teachers in the classroom stood in the hallway as if they were bustling, looking down through the window, while some of the teachers had schadenfreude on their faces.

Even, there are teachers who have not been regularized, thinking about whether Wu Hao's homeroom teacher will be expelled because of this matter, and whether he will be able to get it when the time comes.

In order to get it, who should be used to operate it?

A human life is nothing to those present.

No one cares whether Wu Hao, who jumped off the building, is dead or alive, all they care about is themselves.

If a human life can maximize their interests, they are also extremely excited and extremely happy.

"Ambulance!

There is a telephone in the teacher's office, which is full of thirty people.

At this time, someone brought it up, and only then did someone remember to call.

While waiting for the ambulance to arrive, there were many people on the playground.

Wu Hao, whose body has been deformed, does not seem to be dead.

Maybe the snow downstairs saved him, or something else.

He vomited blood blisters with every breath, like a fish thrown on land.

The instinct of life starts and runs spontaneously at this time.

Live, want to live!

That's the body, the only thing I'm thinking about at the moment!

Such a big incident immediately alarmed the principal, vice principal, and others.

The principal, who was studying with his brother-in-law how to improve the school cafeteria, saw the red blood stains on the ground, and his first reaction was that something was wrong.

You must know that the selection of civilized campuses is at a critical juncture recently.

Whether you can be rated or not means whether you can be promoted.

Now there is such a thing, a student jumped off the building?

No way!

Be sure to cover this matter.

The principal and the vice principal exchanged glances, and immediately dispersed all the students back to the class.

As for whether this child is dead or alive, they don't care, all they care about is how to suppress this matter.

The principal asked where he jumped downstairs, and when he knew it, he went upstairs violently, and said with a serious face, "Whose student is this?"

Many teachers did not speak, but they all looked at Wu Hao's homeroom teacher.

"You come out with me. The principal said.