Chapter 19, The Death of the Counselor
The class bell rang, and the corridor outside the classroom was still full of students, and when I looked up at them, they still hadn't moved, and they didn't plan to go back to the classroom. Until the school radio sounded, "All students immediately return to their classrooms, do not stand in the corridors, and the teachers of each class organize students to return to the classroom." ”
The radio didn't say anything about the parent who forced his way into the school. The students in the hallway still did not walk back to the classroom, but the discussion became more frenzied, and I heard some students shouting loudly, "How is that parent?" Then, the other students echoed the loud shout.
At this time, Roy, who had never taken the initiative to speak, suddenly spoke: "When will these people get rid of their habit of watching the fun." ”
She said it in a small voice, but I'm sure I heard it, and I heard every word clearly. Mei Dai didn't hear clearly, and asked her, "Roy, what did you just say?" I didn't hear clearly. ”
At this time, she didn't repeat what she just said, and looked at a loss, "Did I say anything just now?" Oh, I just saw that in a novel. I accidentally read it out, sorry. Then she picked up the novel she had read and showed us that sentence.
At this time, the students standing in the corridor walked in, Mei Dai returned to her seat, and finally, our Chinese teacher walked in. He stood on the podium, did not speak, and watched with a blank face as all the students in the audience sat down and began to lecture.
The students in the audience wanted to do what they wanted to do as usual, but it had nothing to do with the language. Our Chinese teacher, as long as you don't talk in class or do anything else, he won't have any reaction.
Roy still reads her novels again, and by this time, she is halfway through her novels; The classmate next to me was guessing with the classmate on his side, while the classmate in front of him was sleeping; Most of the students in the class are sleeping, and a small number of students are doing homework in other subjects; Only a very small percentage of students are learning about the language.
Looking at them, I can't help but be shocked, they used to be like this in Chinese classes, and they are still the same, and there is also the Chinese teacher who is teaching on our stage, he was the same in the past, and he is the same now. I look at Mei Dai, she is one of the very few people who listen to the teacher's lectures, and if I were a teacher, I would be very grateful to her.
I look at Song Zhiyu, he is the one who sleeps mostly on his stomach, he is lying motionless on the table. And what kind of person do I belong to? I'm still thinking about it because I don't belong to any of them.
Everyone seems to have forgotten something, forgotten that some things have not been resolved, the death of the head teacher, there is no result, the police said that the head teacher died of homicide, the wire, the bee is intentional, but that person still has not been caught. None of the detective agencies gave the results of the investigation of the case.
I looked up at the clock hanging on the wall, and at 11:23, with 17 minutes to go, all the classes were over this morning. Roy's sentence "When will these people get rid of their habit of watching the show?" "Now that I think about it, it's true, everyone just wants to see the excitement, they don't care how the head teacher died, and they don't care about what happened to the parent.
Perhaps there is nothing wrong with them doing nothing, but it is unforgivable for them to try to heckle and base their happiness on the suffering of others.
The school radio suddenly rang, and the students who were sleeping, doing other things, and listening to the class all stood up and waited for the person on the other end of the radio to speak.
The person who spoke on the radio was a female police officer, and her voice was very serious: "Urgent notice, the counselor of class 365 has passed away, the place of death is the school infirmary, the time of discovery is 11:17 this morning, the time of death is not clear, the cause of death is not clear." To facilitate the investigation, the school infirmary will be temporarily cordoned down and all students will not be allowed to approach the infirmary without permission. ”
The broadcast was played four times in a row, and our Chinese teacher threw the white chalk that he had originally held in his hand into the chalk box on the podium, patted the chalk dust on his hand, turned the book to the next page, and looked down at the contents of the book, but did not say anything.
At first, no one in the audience spoke, and after the last broadcast of the broadcast, the students began to discuss in a whisper, and after a few seconds, the discussion became louder and louder, and the Chinese teacher on the stage raised his head and said, "Don't speak." After a moment of silence, the students' discussion became much quieter. After that, the bell rang for the end of the last class this morning, and the Chinese teacher picked up the bag that had been packed and was the first to walk out of the classroom.
The first student who walked out of the classroom was stopped by the reporter, and every student who walked out of the classroom after was stopped by the reporter, and the reporters asked similar questions, all about our class counselor.
This is not the first time that the above scene has appeared, in the two years of my high school life, such scenes have appeared from time to time, and everyone has not changed. After class, no one wants to wait, no one will stay there forever, but the dead man will stop forever, forever and ever, twenty-five years old.