The first to walk out of the classroom were the four male students in our class, who behaved calmly and calmly, like heroes who were not afraid of life and death. Then, the students walked out of the classroom one after another and behaved naturally.

The teacher's death changed something, and each of us became very uncomfortable, which made me curious, the day Xing Lu died, none of them reacted, why is it different today, what is the reason, and the way they treat death is also different from person to person.

And our squad leader, I can guarantee that in the hearts of some of them, they are still afraid, afraid that our squad leader will retaliate and target them if he returns. But their hatred for the class leader made them afraid to report him, and several classmates were surrounded by reporters.

They said, "Our class president is really over-the-top sometimes, she often oppresses students from ordinary families, and I have seen her beat up those students from ordinary families." ”

The other students also agreed, and some of what they said was true, but they also began to make things out of nothing, and some of the things they said I knew and some I didn't know.

The boy sitting in front of me asked me to go with them to stand in the hallway outside, and I agreed. When we were standing in the hallway, the rest of the class came out to stand in the hallway, and the students from other classes also came out to stand in the hallway. There was a boy from another class who kept winking at me, and the boy in my class seemed to feel it, and for some reason, they kept talking to me.

Someone suddenly shouted, "Look at the school gate." ”

I saw the crowd outside the school gate boiling, and what caught my eye was a man who had rushed through the school gate and rushed into the school.

I couldn't see who it was, I didn't even know if he was a man or a woman, I didn't want to go and get the glasses that I had already packed, I heard my classmates around me shouting "It's a man", it's a father, he's a farmer.

He ran towards the teaching building as hard as he could, he was still shouting something, although he couldn't hear it, but looking at the shape of his mouth, I knew he was shouting three words, I guessed it should be his child's name, I couldn't see it, but I could imagine his face full of tears, sallow face, a pair of blood-red eyes with tears.

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out from the sky, and the father crouched down in fright. I saw that he didn't move anymore. No one shot the father, but when they heard the gunshots, the classmates around them screamed, "Shoot him." ”

Then, everyone shouted excitedly, "Shoot him." ”

Then the father was taken away by the police. He was not injured, but he was frightened, he did not rush in the direction of the school building any further, was taken away, opened the school gates, and was pushed out.

A classmate shouted "Look! The man who shot is there! "We all looked in the direction he was pointing, and I could see that the man was my uncle, my uncle who had fired the gun.

He stood on the podium, he fired the gun on behalf of the leaders of our school, he stood not far away, handed the gun back to the hands of the SWAT, and then he turned to face the reporter's camera: "We have said many times that people from outside the school are not allowed to enter without our permission, we just hope that everyone can cooperate with our investigation." ”

As the words fell, the reporters asked him a lot more questions, but he didn't answer any more questions. I looked at him, and at that moment, I hated him so much.

Most of us have never heard a gunshot, and we never thought we would hear it before, and we were lucky to be born in a time of peace, and that shot made us feel like we were back in the terrible war years.

I'm not exaggerating, some people were so frightened that they started the discussion excitedly, and then they didn't say anything after that, and went straight back to their respective classes.

I looked at my uncle, who was still in his same position, and the reporters had lost interest in him. Journalists have turned to our principal.

Even though my uncle was calm, I knew he was scared, I knew him well, he was afraid that their secrets would be revealed, and he was defending them. I hate him, I hate him for being in their company. My eyes were on him all the time, and I saw the woman, whose fiancée ran to his side and embraced him, treating him as a hero, and she put his hand on her waist and wrapped her arms around her.

Our young female physics teacher, Ri Sakura, my uncle's fiancée, she was my favorite teacher in the past, and she was not one of them. It's just that now I don't like her anymore. What I like about her, she made me love physics, she told me stories about her and physics, about her and her dreams.

Her purpose was nothing more than to make me like physics, and her purpose was achieved, and I fell in love with physics. There was a time when she was especially important to me.

It's just that later, after a long time, I was only afraid of her, I was afraid of her. I discovered her great secret, her ulterior secret. If there is an addict in this world, she is a liar, and the addict numbs her brain through drugs, and she numbs her brain through lies.

The characters I have read in novels before: a man full of lies, a man who even lied to himself, immersed in his own world of lies, even though he knows that everything is a lie, he is still immersed in the world of his own lies. At that time, I didn't believe that anyone knew that everything they said was false, but they still believed it. I've always believed that we can deceive others, but I've always believed that we will never deceive ourselves.

And when I met such a person, I was scared. My physics teacher was a person full of lies, and she would choose to lie in the simplest things.

In fact, when she was in college, she was the kind of gifted student in school, and she had achieved a high degree in astrophysics. In most people's words, a genius is probably a loner, she doesn't want to participate in any activities other than studying her major, she doesn't associate with anyone, everyone thinks of her as a freak.

After graduation, she could have had a better development, but in the end, she just chose to teach at our high school. It's part of her real life.

But what she told me was a completely different life experience, a life that didn't belong to hers. She told me that she was very cheerful in college, participated in various club activities, and everyone liked her. Although her grades were average, after graduating from university, she came to our school as she wished.

The life experience she described to me above is not her life experience, she talks about her only and best friend's past life experience into her own life, saying that it is her own life.

She even compiled the life of her best friend, telling me that her best friend was working abroad, when in fact, her best friend died when they were in their sophomore year.

She deceived herself, her lies were as terrible as a sword, like an endless abyss. As much as I am afraid of someone who is addicted to drugs, I am as afraid of her. She's young, maybe, she's twenty-five, maybe she's thirty, in short, I don't know her age, she never tells the truth.

I don't know her age, I can't tell how old she is, which makes me feel particularly terrifying.