The first question Zhao Ning asked, and the first person to answer was Roy.

Roy said, "It's too much of an exaggeration to die, even if they fail, it won't be too serious." ”

Roy said this with a look of disdain.

"Hopefully they can succeed and then we can leave." That's how Mei Dai replied.

Mei Dai's answer made me feel a little shocked, it turned out that she wanted to leave so much.

By the time I answered, they all looked at me as if they were looking forward to my answer, but I really didn't know what to say.

"This spirit of rebellion should be encouraged." I said it casually.

At this time, Zhao Ning actually laughed, and after that, Mei Dai and Roy also laughed.

I didn't say anything, I know why they laughed? Any one of them would say something like that, and the rest of us would laugh too.

"Okay, let me ask the second question: why didn't you join them?" Zhao Ning said, turning the camera again, Roy.

Roy was the first to answer the question.

"They didn't ask me to participate." Roy quickly finished answering Zhao Ning's question.

"Xiaoyan won't go, I'll accompany Xiaoyan." Mei Dai looked at me as she said this.

When Zhao Ning pointed the camera at me, I realized: I don't want to answer this question at all.

I was silent in front of the camera, and I couldn't really say, "They didn't let me go because of my father." ”

I'm not blaming my father, but if I say that, they will understand that I am blaming my father.

I glanced up at the clock hanging on the wall, and there were 20 seconds left for class.

As long as we are in class, reporters are not allowed to interview us.

This is their agreement with the school.

I mentally counted down to 20 seconds.

The class bell rang, and Zhao Ning subconsciously turned his head and glanced at the clock hanging on the wallboard.

"Alright, I'm leaving again." With that, he put away his camera, said goodbye to us, and walked out of the classroom, along with the other reporters.

Mei Dai did not return to her place, but sat down next to me.

Roy seemed to be very excited at this time, Mei Dai didn't go back, she turned around and talked to Mei Dai.

At this time, the other students in the classroom were also sitting in twos and threes.

The next time I walked into the classroom, it wasn't the teacher, but the boy who gave me a gift at the beginning of the school year and said he would come to me when he graduated from high school.

He looked at me and walked straight to me.

"Xiaoyan, aren't you with us?" He spoke with sincerity.

I don't know why, I can't help but want to cry, and when someone thinks about me, I always want to cry.

"If you succeed, I can go out." I tried my best to be sincere.

"Then I'll do my best." A smile appeared on his face.

Before I could say anything, the people outside told him to hurry away.

"That little smoke, I'll go first." When he had finished speaking, he ran to the group that had called him.

I kept watching them, and they disappeared into the hallway.

Within a minute I saw them on the playground.

They were all dressed in purple and white school uniforms, neatly dressed, and I saw them walking out onto the playground.

They saw that the little white bird was walking away, and the little bird was still motionless, and I knew that the little bird was dead.

I couldn't find the boy anymore, hundreds of people were gathered together.

All the students in the classroom came to the window to watch them.

They walked together, and their pace became slower and slower.

I know they were afraid that this would happen for the first time in their lives, this mass rebellion.

The leaders of the team were all juniors in high school, and they were all well-known students throughout our school.

The person standing in the middle of the crowd was none other than Song Zhiyu, and beside him were his good brothers.

It turns out that he is the central figure in this movement, and it seems that I don't really know him.

They came to a stop some distance from the school gate, and across from them were SWAT officers standing up with guns on their backs.

The person standing in the middle of the crowd has the most say at this time.

"Let us out." Mr. Song said he was talking to the police officers at the school gate.

The man standing in the middle of the officers stepped forward, because he was supposed to be the chief of police.

"Let's go back, kids. There's no way we're going to let you out. The mustache at the corner of his mouth moved and moved, which was very funny.

"You don't have the right to keep us here?" A boy next to Song Zhiyu said, I know him, his parents are the richest people in our city.

"What right do you have to leave?" The director looked mocking.

The boy wanted to refute, but was stopped by Song Zhiyu.

"You mean there's no way we're going to let go anyway, right?" Song Zhiyu stepped forward a little more, and the distance from the director was also a little closer.

"Yes, I can't let you go anyway." The director also stepped forward a little, and the distance between them became closer.

At this time, no one spoke, and both sides were at an impasse.

The principal of the school stepped forward and stood beside the director.

"Classmates, don't make trouble, go back." Before he could finish his sentence, someone threw an eraser and hit him on the forehead.

The headmaster bent down to pick up the eraser that had fallen to the ground, held it in his hand, and raised it to his chest.

"Who threw it?" His tone was so light that even he thought it was a little funny.

Some of the students also laughed, as if they didn't realize the seriousness of the matter.

"Who threw it!" His voice this time was much louder than the last time, and he was angry this time.

None of the students spoke, and no one dared to look at the headmaster.

Suddenly, the principal walked to the far right of the student crowd, dragged a boy, and punched the boy!

The crowd immediately boiled.