Sheng Tang’s heart skipped a beat.
Although she was relentless in asserting her rights, she had no intention of driving a minor student to suicide.
This was immoral.
The teacher’s face turned suddenly, and she said to the class monitor, "No one is allowed to leave! Everyone stay in the classroom."
At this mont, the bell rang for the end of class.
Everyone rushed out, ignoring any attempts to control them.
More than eight hundred students from the entire school crowded downstairs, all watching the commotion.
The teachers were frantic.
"Who is he? Why is he trying to jump off the building?"
"How did he get up there? The door to the roof is locked."
"It seems to be Qi Lin from Class 2 of the second year."
"Is it Qi Lin from your class?"
Everyone gathered around.
Sheng Tang and Jiang Baocu also squeezed into the crowd of students and saw Qi Lin’s gaze searching around.
He recognized Sheng Tang in the crowd.
Then, he gestured a middle finger at Sheng Tang, indicating that he would never admit defeat!
Soone noticed and turned to look at Sheng Tang, "Did you offend him?"
"What are you talking about?" Sheng Tang was displeased.
Others were also inquiring.
At this ti, the bet between Sheng Tang and Qi Lin had already spread among the students.
So cursed Sheng Tang.
"Using such a vicious thod for a bet, that fat girl is really ruthless!"
"The most venomous heart of a woman, forcing a classmate to death to be satisfied?"
Most were mocking Qi Lin.
"If you can’t handle losing, then don’t bet."
"First, he looked down on classmates, now he’s not valuing his own life, let’s disperse, there’s nothing interesting about such a person."
"If you’re a real man, just run, what’s there to be afraid of? Afraid of taking off your clothes? Coward."
Of course, so were off-topic.
"Is it a bet on the poem ’Farewell to Cambridge’? That poem is beautiful, I’ve morized it already."
" too, I really like it, didn’t expect it to be so captivating."
Everyone was talking at once, while the teachers were trying hard to maintain order, calling the police, and simultaneously contacting Qi Lin’s parents.
His father was on a business trip in the United States, and his mother was rushing to the school.
Sheng Tang noticed that Qi Lin was very emotional, even crying.
But he hadn’t taken the leap imdiately.
If he really died, Sheng Tang would never be able to clear her na; the accusations of "driving a classmate to suicide" and "school bullying" would follow her for life, becoming her biggest stigma.
Sheng Tang’s forehead was sweating.
She grabbed Jiang Baocu, "Where is a guitar?"
"Huh?"
"Where is a guitar, and where is the school’s broadcast room?" Sheng Tang asked.
Jiang Baocu looked at her.
She hesitated for two seconds, then took Sheng Tang’s hand and they ran towards the teaching building with the broadcast room.
Only then did Sheng Tang realize that Jiang Baocu was also a mber of the school’s broadcasting departnt. Once the senior students graduated, Jiang Baocu could beco a broadcaster.
She led Sheng Tang to the outside of the broadcast room.
"The music classroom is on the second floor, you wait here, I’ll go find a guitar, you stay here and don’t move," said Jiang Baocu.
Sheng Tang pushed open the door to the broadcast room.
The broadcast room was not locked, Sheng Tang had seen the equipnt inside before.
She tried a few tis and managed to turn on the school broadcast.
"Hey, hey," she tested the microphone and heard her own echo from afar.
The students gathered downstairs looked up toward the source of the sound.
The situation was getting more and more interesting.
In the dull morning, with everyone dozing off in the sea of studies, what could be more stimulating and invigorating than a student trying to jump off a building?
"Who’s on the broadcast?"
"Yang Mingming?"
"Doesn’t seem like Yang Mingming’s voice."
Sheng Tang cleared her throat.
From her angle, she couldn’t see anything outside; she just didn’t hear any louder noise, confirming that Qi Lin hadn’t jumped yet.
She turned the volu to the maximum.
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