The headmaster punched the boy, and when the boy reacted, he punched the headmaster back.

The headmaster did not stand still and fell to the ground.

The boy's anger didn't seem to subside, and he kicked the headmaster again.

At this time, the other classmates around the boy pulled the boy, but the boy kicked the principal as if he was crazy.

He shouted, "Why did you hit me, no one has ever hit me." ”

I didn't see the headmaster, he was still lying on the ground, and the boy was going to rush up and beat him.

It wasn't until a couple of SWAT officers came over and pinned the boy against the wall that I saw the principal stand up again.

I saw the principal slowly stand up, his loose suit now dirty, and he bent his back and patted the ash on his suit.

He didn't speak, no one else was talking except the boy who was pressed against the wall and yelled at our headmaster.

"If you don't explode in silence, you destroy in silence." At that time, for some reason, I remembered this sentence.

It was 20 seconds before 6 p.m. on Tuesday, and the sun was setting and the breeze was blowing. The campus is covered with a beautiful sunset.

I turned my head to look at the clock hanging on the classroom wall again.

The hour hand is so good that it points to six o'clock. I closed my eyes and counted down to 20.

When I got to 20, I heard a loud bang! Not only did I hear it, but I promise everyone did.

It's gunshots, another gunshot!

Mei Dai screamed, suddenly grabbed my hand and buried her head in my shoulder.

When I looked outside, when I looked at the principal, he had a pistol he had snatched from SWAT in his hand.

He shot that gun into his own head!

The second gunshot was only ten seconds away from the first, and the second shot was followed by deafening, almost frantic screams from the students.

The headmaster fell to the ground, the gun fell to the ground, and blood flowed on the ground.

The boy lay next to the headmaster, blood left on the ground from the boy's body.

The principal opened fire, killing the boy.

The sun went down, and the world suddenly darkened by a degree.

It all happened so fast, it turned out to be so easy to die.

But it is extremely undesirable for the principal to gamble with his own life, and there are thousands of ways to solve the problem.

The students on the playground were scared to run around, and some even tried to rush out of the school gate, and they were a group of people rushing together, but what was the use.

The school gates were locked, and no one could go out.

Some of them started running back, they just wanted to get away from the two bodies, as far away as possible.

The two of them, who were dead, were still lying there, but no one had time to take care of them.

Police officers blocked students who were about to break out of the school, teachers poured on the windowsill of their offices to watch everything, and reporters and photographers indifferently documented it.

If they hadn't organized to break out of the school, none of this would have happened, and the principal and the boy wouldn't have died.

No one thinks they're at fault, they just think that the headmaster shot the boy and then killed himself, and they weren't at fault at all.

Is there anything that can be done to stop students who are out of control and want to rush out of school? Is there any way to stop the tragedy from happening?

No! Because it's all happened.

Some of the other students in the classroom were starting to get a little smug.

Those who abandoned them are now broken, they are all very good people, but they cannot forgive those who have abandoned them.

Roy returned to her seat and continued reading her novel.

"They'll all be back in a minute." Roy patted Mei Dai on the shoulder, as if she was comforting Mei Dai.

I also gently patted Mei Dai on the shoulder.

"Look." A boy in the classroom shouted loudly.

The others all looked outside.

The chief of the police station, holding a pistol above his head, pointed the gun in the air, and he fired a shot.

A third gunshot rang out in the air.

The surging crowd stopped for a moment.

"Whoever is moving, I'll kill whom?" The director yelled.

His words took effect, no one moved, and no one scolded anymore.

He stood on a high platform, his fat body and his temperament were very inconsistent.

"I've already said that I can't get out, why do I still make trouble? If you can't get out, will we have to go? He reached out and took the microphone from the reporter.

"The supreme order has been issued, no one is allowed to leave the school for this week, and anyone who leaves the school will be shot immediately."

He tapped the microphone and was about to say something more when he was interrupted by a male voice.

"We don't leave, we can. But we have one condition. "It's the goldfish that speaks.

"Kid, you're not qualified to negotiate with me." The Director holds the microphone to his chest.

"I'm not too presumptuous." When the goldfish spoke, he looked disdainful.

"Tell me about it." The director also looked disdainful.

"Give me back our phones." No one expected that the goldfish would make such a request.

The director didn't speak, he seemed to think something else?

"What do you do with your phone?" The director asked.

"Call our parents." The goldfish still maintained his fearless appearance.

After the goldfish said this, the quiet crowd was no longer silent.

The other girl actually cried at this time, which no one expected.

"We just want to go home and get out of here, we just want our parents." The girl said as she cried.

At this time, the other students also cried.

They shouted, "We just want to connect with our parents." ”

The director was moved at this time, and he looked at us, the principal, and several leaders of our school.

The leader and the principal nodded.

"This condition can meet you." The director laughed as he said this.

The students immediately cheered.

The Vice-Chancellor stood beside the Director, who took the microphone.

"Students, it's 18:20. There are still 40 minutes left, you go to dinner first, and during the first period of self-study, we will arrange for each class teacher to be responsible for returning the students' mobile phones. ”

The students cheered again.

The atmosphere was very eerie, just like we used to have a year assembly. But when we had a grade assembly, no one died, and this time it was similar to the grade assembly, but someone died.

Everyone seemed to be just forcing a smile.