There are many people in this world who develop spontaneous hobbies when they are young.

Some like to play football, some like to play basketball, some like to play guitar, some like to play games, and some like to write things.

A very small number of people finally made these interests a career and worked for it for life, but most people finally left their preferences and worked silently in other industries.

Wu Hao's story book embodies his rare optimism about this world.

His little optimism is unexpectedly contagious, and those of the same age who have seen his stories.

But, unfortunately, in the mid-1990s, such ability was useless.

Neither a teacher nor a parent would like to have such abilities.

"Look at what your son has written! Don't study hard in class! Don't complete your homework well after class, but you have time to write this kind of thing! Write this kind of poisonous weed! Dad Wu Hao, I think your son should not go to school or study anymore. Studying is not used to write these messy things!

What are the uses of these things? Can you make money, or can you get promoted and make money?

ah?"

The head teacher with the hang-eyed eyes hit the table with his fingers, and his fierce eyes seemed to swallow Wu Hao.

For some reason, Wu Hao, who had been knocking on the table in his mind, didn't even have a trace of fear and wanted to laugh.

A smile appeared on his face without realizing it.

His father, who directly unbuttoned his belt and wanted to beat Wu Hao.

Force or violence may be the least possible way.

Wu Hao's father waved the belt in his hand and slapped it on Wu Hao's body.

The teacher has been criticized by the teacher for calling his parents and beating his children in the office for countless times, and the teachers are not even surprised.

However, there are not many people who are as cruel as Wu Hao’s father.

Most parents still love their children and feel sorry for them.

Beating children in the office is just to show them to the teacher.

However, Wu Hao's father obviously was not like this.

The belt whistled and whipped Wu Hao's body with the sound of the wind.

Blood marks appeared under the skin, and blood beads even oozed out of the skin.

Logically speaking, even an adult can't bear the pain, let alone Wu Hao, a child.

If it were in the past, they might have been a slander and rolled into a ball on the ground to beg for mercy.

But today, there is no such thing as today.

Wu Hao still had a faint smile on his face, as if his body, which was beaten by a belt, was not his body at all.

He looked at the farce in front of him like a bystander.

Angry father, abominable class teacher, and a numb teacher around.

Perhaps, the best ending is only the first death.

It seems to be the fourth floor. Will you die if you jump down on the fourth floor?

It seems to be.

Wu Hao's eyes suddenly lit up, and his body slowly moved.

The scars on his body were not useless. Even if he stood up and wanted to take a step, it would be extremely difficult to walk.

"Run! You're still running!" Wu Hao's father saw Wu Hao running towards the corridor, and his belt was waving even harder.

Wu Hao seemed to have not heard it. He looked at the window as if it was the sacred door to liberation.

Open the window.

Jump.

The world is quiet.

Although my whole body hurts, I really want to sleep.

Then go to bed...

The moment before Wu Hao jumped off the building, everyone except him seemed to be playing their own role.

The ones that should be fierce are still fierce, the ones that should be hateful are still hateful, and the ones that should be numb are still numb.

However, when he really jumped down, the people with labels seemed to suddenly come alive.

The original farce-like scene seemed to quiet down in an instant.

The head teacher's face could no longer see that arrogant expression.

The expression on her face now was only horror.

Why did you jump off the building?

Why did you jump off the building?

If a little bastard makes a mistake, isn’t it natural for me to beat my son?

It is not normal for a son who sells charcoal to drop out of school.

Why did this turtle grandson jump off the building?

Forced the student to jump off the building?

What should I do?

What should I do?

The head teacher was frozen there and had no idea what to do.

Wu Hao's father looked at the stuff downstairs and stood in the corridor. The belt in his hand fell off, and he didn't even think about anything.

Some of the remaining teachers in the classroom stood in the corridor like a fun, looking down through the window, while some teachers had gloating expressions on their faces.

Even if there are any teachers who have been promoted to a regular class, they are thinking about whether Wu Hao's class teacher will be fired for this matter, and whether he can get the position himself.

In order to get it, who should I find to operate it?

A life is nothing to those present.

No one cares whether Wu Hao jumped off the building is dead or alive. They only care about themselves.

If a life can maximize their interests, they will be extremely excited and extremely happy.

"Ambulance! Call an ambulance!"

There is a telephone in the teacher's office, which has thirty people.

At this time, someone mentioned it, and then someone remembered to call.

While waiting for the ambulance to arrive, many people were surrounded on the playground.

Wu Hao, whose body has been deformed, seems not dead yet.

Maybe the snow downstairs saved him, or something else.

He spitted blood bubbles every time he breathed, like a fish thrown on the land.

The instinct of life spontaneously starts and operates at this time.

Live, want to live!

This is the only thing this body is thinking about at this moment!

Such a big incident immediately alarmed the principal, vice principal and others.

The principal who was studying how to improve the school canteen with his brother-in-law, saw the bright red blood on the ground, and his first reaction was that something big happened.

You should know that the selection of civilized campuses is at a critical moment recently.

Whether you can be evaluated means whether you can be promoted.

Now something like this happened, is there a student jumping off the building?

no!

You must cover up this matter.

The principal and the vice principal exchanged their winks and immediately dispersed all the students watching the fun back to the class.

As for whether this child is dead or alive, they don’t care. All they care about is how they can suppress this matter.

The principal asked where he jumped downstairs. After knowing that, he went upstairs with a fierce look and said with a serious face, "Whose student is this?"

Many teachers didn't say anything, but they all looked at Wu Hao's class teacher.
Chapter completed!