Wind Yin and the headmaster found one.

3rd floor, copy room.

Visible smoke wafted out of the copy room, and Feng Yin got a wet towel covering his mouth and nose from somewhere, and stood furthest from the door of the copy room.

She, with limited kindness, saves herself first.

With such a big smoke and such a small space, you can't hide from it, and there is no place to run if you want to.

The principal and several directors who came with him wanted to open the door at the first time, but they didn't know if the fire inside was too big or for other reasons, and the keyhole couldn't be inserted.

"Woo woo woo - woo woo woo"

The principal covered his mouth, and several directors nodded again and again, and dispersed.

Standing in the distance, the wind roared, and there was still time to think: This can be understood, it seems that the usual skill of slapping horses is absolutely enough.

The sound of the fire engine could already be heard, and the wind groaned that there was no danger.

Although it is not known what the exact situation is in the copy room, there is no fire spreading so far.

A few school people who had just run out, one went to the door to lead the way, and two went to get a fire extinguisher.

Two minutes later, three people stood at the door of the copy room, each with a fire extinguisher, ready to break down the door.

Feng Yin walked over slowly, covered his mouth and said, "Wait for the fire." ”

"No, it's full of paper, it's burning too fast!"

The headmaster explained this sentence and tried to open the door again.

The wind groaned unhindered, took a few steps back, and waited in a safe position.

Three people, the principal smashed the door with a fire extinguisher, and the two fire extinguishers next to him were in a state of readiness, ready to spray at any time.

"Bump!"

"Bump!"

"Bump!"

The sound of slamming the door was not small, but the door still did not open.

"The principal is really a good principal, and the quality of the school gate is too good."

Feng Yin still has time to give a comment.

What are you anxious about, the children have withdrawn, the fire has entered the school gate, and the unknown fire has not spread.

The principal didn't expect that after three smashes, the door lock was still firm.

Is the quality of the door lock too good, or is he... Too empty?

No way, it must be that the lock quality is too good.

Bumper on the footsteps, hurried, weighty, came from the staircase, and the firefighters arrived.

"Please stand back, leave it to us here."

Professional things should be done by professional people.

The principal did not insist, and hurriedly retreated, handing over the scene to the firefighters.

The fire director on the side found the principal, and after learning about the specific situation, he sent three firefighters to investigate the entire building.

At the same time, under the accurate investigation of firefighters, the door can be opened.

After making sure everyone was in a safe place, a firefighter just kicked and banged, and the door opened.

Feng Yin walked up to the principal and said, "Thanks to the principal for letting it go just now." ”

The headmaster tilted his head and glanced at Wind Yin, he felt that Wind Yin was implicating him, but he had no evidence.

Feng Yin showed a powerful expression that was still the principal, nodded very cautiously, and stood next to the principal.

As the door to the copy room opened, the orange flames were extinguished and extinguished in time by the firefighters who were ready outside.

The copy room was not large, and the fire that had ignited was quickly extinguished.

After the fire inspection, no other fire points were found, which means that the building is safe.

The principal finally breathed a sigh of relief and arranged for the teachers of each class to take the children back to the classroom, and it was still very cold outside.

Feng Yin, as a temporary teacher, also followed.

School ended at 3:20 p.m., but most of the children didn't leave because there were after-school classes.

School-run.

Feng Yin looked at the children below who were obediently doing their homework, and wrote two words in his eyes: pitiful.