The evil Monday, forever hiding behind Sunday, is a blow to countless people who haven't had enough vacation. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info it can be said that this should be the day of the week with the greatest resentment.

However, Ota Linnu was still in a good mood on this morning, and on the way to class, she was still humming a little song, and when she got closer, it seemed to be 'the east is red, the sun is rising ......'.

Hayashi Ota, who hadn't eaten a normal meal for a long time, ate the most delicious food in his life last night, and packed some to take home. If you save some food, you can last for a few days.

The area of Dongyang Middle School is not large, and the size of Huahai Middle School cannot be compared, and the overall look is relatively compact.

Tong Jianjun was invited to the principal's office and met the principal Dongyang Hongsheng, who is said to be familiar with the bureau.

Mr. Principal was a little older than the Bureau, with almost all white hair and a somewhat thin body, looking like an old farmer who had been working for decades, rather than a man in the position of Principal.

Tong Jianjun was a little curious, is this school called Dongyang Middle School because the principal's surname is Dongyang.

"No, the name of the school, and my name, are all derived from a Chinese ballad. Mr. Principal hummed a song as he spoke, "The east is red, the sun is rising, and the middle ......"

Tong Jianjun listened to a Japanese singing Dongfang Hong with some embarrassment, the standard of pronunciation, the intensity of feelings, and even made people feel that the person standing in front of him was not a foreigner, but an old Red Army.

After singing, Mr. Principal smiled and opened the curtains, pointed to the playground downstairs and said, "My location here is quite good, and I can see it quite clearly." ”

Tong Jianjun stood beside the principal and found that the playground was full of people and lined up neatly. Looking at their formation, they should be doing morning exercises. Japan's radio gymnastics, Tong Jianjun is really a little curious about what it looks like.

However, when the radio sounded, Tong Jianjun could only bow to the principal, and he was losing.

"The Third Set of National Middle School Students' Radio Gymnastics - Dancing Youth, Now ......"

Tong Jianjun admitted that wearing a slightly slim Japanese-style school uniform and doing radio gymnastics still looks good. Especially those girls who wear small skirts, tsk, why did the world invent safety pants after the invention of short skirts, and what is the trust between people?

"That's what makes our school special. The principal said with some pride, "In addition to Japanese-style education, there is also some Chinese-style education. Students in our school may not be very good at English, but there is absolutely no problem communicating with people in Chinese. ”

"I know it may be rude to ask this, but can I know the reason why you have such a good opinion of China?" Tong Jianjun asked.

"My father was originally a Japanese soldier who invaded China. Mr. Chancellor sighed, "But after he was captured, he received an education in Marxism and joined the ...... of the party."

The story of Mr. Principal's father is quite tortuous, and Tong Jianjun feels that it is estimated that it will be fifty-four episodes or more if it is used to shoot a TV series.

This is a red and big story, Tong Jianjun was in a shocking mood when he heard it, and he was about to lose his footing. Wait, it looks like the ground is shaking, so I feel unsteady.

"There was an earthquake. The principal looked calm, and beckoned Tong Jianjun to get under his rather large desk together, "This kind of small earthquake often happens, and it will pass immediately, just get used to it." I still wonder how the past two days have suddenly stabilized, and today it is not here again. You just have to think of it as our specialty. ”

Looking at the calm old man in front of him, Tong Jianjun couldn't help but admire, such an obvious earthquake could only be regarded as a small earthquake.

"Mr. Principal, it doesn't seem like there's any intention to stop, and it's getting stronger and stronger!" Tong Jianjun grabbed the principal tightly so that he didn't let him be thrown out.

The desk looked like it had been specially made, the bottom was welded to death, and it held on to the shaking that was getting stronger. But the books on the bookcases around them fell to the ground because of the strong shaking.

"It feels like the earthquake is going to be five, right?" the headmaster judged with experience, and there was still no panic on his face, "Fortunately, the students are all on the playground now, so there shouldn't be any danger." ”

"Earthquakes are also our specialty here. The principal was still in the mood to joke, "Teacher Tong, you will find that as long as you deal with it properly, it is not too exaggerated earthquake, in fact, there is nothing to be afraid of." ”

"Isn't that an exaggeration?"

"You haven't experienced that time in 11 years, when I happened to be in Fukushima for research. The headmaster shrugged his shoulders and said, "But this earthquake is also a big one that has happened recently, and it will ...... after the situation stabilizes."

Before the principal could finish speaking, he felt a sudden shock on the ground, and the entire school building began to shake. If the previous shaking was a person who was groggy and a little unsteady, then this time, there is a big man holding you and throwing you wildly.

The headmaster, who had always maintained his composure, also turned a little pale, and this strong shock reminded him of some very bad things.

Under the desk, Tong Jianjun heard the screams of the students on the playground and the shouts of the teachers to calm down and maintain order. Outside the house, there was the sound of the walls peeling off and some heavy objects falling to the ground.

The bookshelves in the principal's room had fallen to the ground, and under the desk where Tong Jianjun and the principal were hiding, there was a faint sound of metal friction and distortion.

Although he was already a little panicked, the principal was still comforting Tong Jianjun: "Don't worry, our school's building is guaranteed to withstand a seven-magnitude earthquake, and it was used as a shelter in the past." ”

Tong Jianjun had heard about the earthquake-resistant nature of Japanese school buildings before, and he was not worried about himself. But Miqi Aya and Xiao Mirage are in that rental house, and they don't know if anything will happen.

There are mocking winds and sentences, and the earthquake should not threaten them.

After a while, the shaking finally stopped. Although it didn't last long, it was extremely impressive.

"Mr. Headmaster, let's go to the playground. Tong Jianjun immediately got out of the desk and said.

"En!" The principal didn't say much, and ran directly to the stairs with Tong Jianjun.

As soon as he came out of the staircase, Tong Jianjun found that a teacher was rushing in: "What are you doing here, there will be aftershocks later!"

"There's a student in the classroom, I need to get her out!" shouted the teacher, trying to run upstairs.

At this moment, aftershocks occurred, and the strong shaking sensation made the teacher unable to stand still at all, and he fell down the stairs. The straight staircase directly smashed his face, and bright red blood flowed out directly.

"Gan!"

Tong Jianjun directly held the teacher with one arm and the principal with the other, and rushed out of the teaching building with them.

"Where's your student, I'll get him out!" Tong Jianjun hurriedly asked.

"Fifth floor, the innermost classroom!"

Putting the two on the ground, Tong Jianjun immediately rushed back to the teaching building.