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Chapter 380

"... dear viewers, this is the scene of the collapse accident in Chengdu No. 7 middle school. Now it's just an hour and a half since the accident..."

"... Chengdu satellite TV reported the latest news about the accident in No. 7 middle school. The reporter in front of our station learned that there were four dead and several injured, of which 11 were in a deep coma..."

"... as you can see, on-site rescue and volunteers have been in and out one after another, and our three Chengdu newspaper reporters are trying their best to..."

"... it is reported that at the time of the incident, No. 7 middle school was holding school activities. At least more than 15 leading teachers, 20 or 30 students and staff were located in the center of the rostrum..."

"... the person in charge of the school said that he had contacted the construction sheet of the podium and relevant experts to jointly investigate the specific cause of the accident..."

……

"... this is the live broadcast of Huanrong Radio 2. At present, the cordon has been raised, and our camera has been unable to capture the latest progress, but there is a classmate who has just been rescued from the school. It seems that there are not, no, there are too many injuries... Let's interview one... Ah? Sorry, we are... Oh, oh, sorry... "

……

In a classroom of "little star children's foreign language" on the second floor of the street commercial building, the channels on the TV are constantly switching.

When I cut to Huanrong No. 2 TV station, the intern reporter eager to "make contributions" on the screen wanted to interview a female student who looked very weak with pale face and red eyes, but was loudly scolded by two nurses holding the female student.

"Well scolded! This... Pen! Suka! "

In the classroom, more than a dozen children were playing. A female teacher with red hair and blue eyes held her arms and looked at the wall TV on the wall. She whispered and secretly burst foul language in Chinese and Russian.

In this case, in order to interfere with the rescue process, she believes that tomorrow or tonight, the trainee reporter will be drowned in saliva on major hot searches.

After a long stay for a while, the TV channel was switched off again, and then continued to switch frequently. The female teacher frowned suspiciously, looked at her colleagues pressing the remote control board, and warned in less fluent Chinese:

"Mu, why have you been... Mu? "Miss mu?"

The female teacher's face changed slightly in the middle of what she said, because the beautiful woman named Mu Changqing, who just came to practice Russian teacher today, was shaking her hand holding the remote control. On some bloodless faces, a pair of black eyes gradually filled with water mist shook violently.

"No... you'll be fine... No..."

The thin soft lips of her dry hair are murmuring intermittently with the ups and downs of her heart:

"Where are you... Don't scare me... Where are you..."

Mu Changqing's eyes locked on the screen, trying to find the figure of that person in every relevant news picture.

Such a futile act is the only thing she can think of and do at hand after she heard of the accident in No. 7 middle school and no one answered the phone.

However, due to the on-site blockade, the pictures that can be seen in all channels turned over are extremely limited.

Only the girl whom the intern reporter wanted to interview on Huanrong Radio 2 just now made Mu Changqing's gloomy eyes temporarily restore a flash of light.

Because she recognized that it was one of her nephew's girlfriends, Zhou Jia.

But since she's okay, what about Xiao Xian?

Why isn't your nephew with her?

And... Why does she look so

Some kind of bad premonition was like a nail, which was instantly nailed to Mu Changqing's heart.

"Mu, are you okay..."

The female teacher was a little frightened by her reaction and wanted to touch her shoulder. Mu Changqing made a "pop" sound, some numbly dropped the remote control, wiped her wrist on the tip of her nose and eyes, and then stumbled to grab the door.

"Ah! Mu... Teacher... "

The female teacher raised her hand blankly and watched her slightly shaking body disappear outside the door. A moment later, she stretched her eyebrows thoughtfully, then locked it up and looked at the news about the collapse of Rongcheng No. 7 middle school on TV again

After going out, Mu Changqing stopped the nearest taxi.

"Seven middle schools."

"Ah? Seventh middle school? Beauty, did you watch the news? There, now... "

The driver shook his head slowly, and then his words were directly interrupted by a handful of hundred yuan bills stretched out from the rear parking space:

"Now!"

The woman's voice was almost like giving orders. The driver was stunned. First, he was surprised that someone still carried so much cash these days, and then saw a pair of wet, red and swollen eyes in the rearview mirror.

"Go! Here you are! Drive! "

“……”

The driver saw clearly what was going on. Instead of taking the money, he started the accelerator without saying a word.

There are always more good people in this world.

Mu Changqing didn't care to say "thank you". At the moment when the taxi started, he took out his mobile phone from his bag and dialed the familiar number again and again.

Toot——

Toot——

The waiting sound seemed to drag foreign minister Ge, every time it was like a chain saw, which was on the heart of Mu Changqing.

Answer the phone

Please answer the phone

A dizzy feeling of lack of oxygen blocked his throat. Mu Changqing held his mobile phone in one hand and his fingers in the other hand. His fingernails embedded dark red marks in the palm.

Finally, with the hurried non connected bell ringing from the receiver again, unprecedented tension and fear, like an invisible hand, squeezed Mu Changqing's heart.

After a momentary blank in her brain, she could no longer control the tears in her eyes. Her head was buried in her knees, her sour nose pulled out, and two tears fell silently

……

Not only she, but also some parents of students rowing or watching TV in the wechat group are also on their way to the scene.

"Gu Dabao, can you drive faster?"

"Traffic jam! Block! I'm not in a hurry! "

In the sound of four whistles, a bright red beetle. On the car, the middle-aged husband and wife were frowning and arguing with red faces and ears.

"You useless thing! If anything happens to my daughter today, I... "

"Oh, I beg you, if you answer the phone, don't crow mouth, okay?"

"But don't you think Xiao Yan is... Very wrong? "No injury" and "nothing" were answered on the phone, and then he hung up and didn't answer again... "

"Nonsense! Didn't you hear her cry like that? I must be frightened! "

Gu Dabao didn't want to hear a word from his wife's crow mouth. He continued to honk anxiously

……

In the other direction, Han Xuanxuan, who was also blocked in the car, was already in pear blossom with rain. The arm holding the mobile phone had to be held by Su Guoyang.

"Yuanyuan, Yuanyuan, are you hurt! Mom almost fainted, you know! How are you doing now? Ah? What about the rescue team? Are you with them... "

……

Like the parents of many students participating in the competition, Han Xuanxuan almost stopped when she learned of the accident. She cried out in fear until she heard the voice of Su Yuan on the phone, and then repeatedly confirmed her daughter's safety.

However, as things were confirmed one by one, Han Xuanxuan's heart gradually calmed down, but she found her daughter's voice trembling more and more, until she finally cried:

"Mom... He... Lin Xiaoxian..."

Han Xuanxuan nodded in her heart and opened her mouth:

"Yuanyuan, you... You calm down first, you have a good rest first, and mom will come right away, okay?"

……

In addition to the real world, classes in major schools have also exploded,

Especially the seventh and second middle schools.

On Saturday, in the class group of class 7, grade 2 of No. 2 middle school, almost all QQ were online, and some students who went to the scene were constantly sending photos to the group.

[Viagra, pat inside again!]

[where's brother Xian? Have you found brother Xian?]

[shit... Monitor, they must be in the middle of the podium...]

[@ all members, I saw sister Zhou on TV. Other students who came to the scene and saw other people in our class, please inform us immediately whether it is safe!!!]

[@ Li Chi, brother Chi, are you there! What the hell is going on now?]

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Also on Saturday, not everyone hung up on the Internet and received the latest news.

Lin family, on the desk in Lin Xiaoxian's bedroom, a small body is sitting in a chair with headphones, gently shaking his white and tender legs, carefully transcribing the example notes of the simulated test paper of the high school entrance examination.

On the name column of the test paper, three beautiful small characters "Lin Xiaoshu" are neatly written, and on the top is a bright red "100".

This is her third full score physical simulation volume and the proof of surpassing Xu Xiayi in her class for the third time.

Lin Xiaoshu deliberately didn't say such progress when he visited his brother last time.

When her brother comes home, she will show him these full score papers to let him know that he can do so hard, so that he can harvest a sister who makes her proud as soon as he comes back.

I'm looking forward to his expression

Lin Xiaoshu smiled with a faint smile, and then a phone called in.

"Hello? Little aunt? "

"Little book... You... You're at home... Are you okay?"

Lin Xiaoshu was surprised by Mu Changqing's words and intonation:

"Aunt, what do you mean?"

"No... are you still doing your homework?"

"Yes."

"I... I just received the notice that we need to repair the electric box downstairs... Now turn off the TV and router and all the appliances in the family... Will you turn it on when I inform you?"

"Ah... WiFi is also off... But my mobile phone card has no traffic..."

"Bear with it for a while... Little book... Little book... Will you do your homework first? When I come back... When I tell you, you can finish your homework, read books and listen to songs... By the way, didn't you cache two TV dramas before? You... "

"Little aunt."

Lin Xiaoshu always felt that Mu Changqing was strange, incoherent and in a trance, so he interrupted her:

"I see. You can practice well."

"Well, you..."

Mu Changqing over there sucked his nose and hesitated to add:

"What's the matter with you... Remember to call my aunt first, you know?"

"Well, I know."

Hanging up the phone, Lin Xiaoshu rolled twice on his face with a pen holder.

Today's little aunt... It's really strange

After thinking for a while, there was no clue. In short, after cutting off all kinds of electrical plugs at home, including TV and WiFi, Lin Xiaoshu sat back at his desk.

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News, we media, Education Bureau, Planning Bureau, school, district government, municipal

A tragedy witnessed by thousands of teachers and students is spreading and fermenting slowly and quickly in all dimensions.

Including Renhe Hospital, the second largest hospital in Chengdu, although it is not the nearest hospital to No. 7 middle school, it also sent medical personnel for assistance after the accident, and then triggered discussions among doctors and nurses.

"What an exaggeration. Have you seen the playground in No. 7 middle school? The podium and the canopy collapsed! "

"No, please be clear. Is it the playground or the podium?"

"Nonsense! How did the playground collapse? It's the podium! My nephew took me to No. 7 middle school. The podium is very big and full of 200 people! "

The two nurses with medicine bottles were discussing in the corridor. Although they were wearing masks, they were also sad. As medical workers, they didn't just talk about this kind of thing as news or even gossip. They had seen too many painful patients and had heartfelt sympathy and concern for the injured students.

"Two hundred? Tut, how many students have to be injured this time... "

"It seems that there are dozens on TV... Well, after the official report, the second hospital next to No. 7 middle school will accept all of them, but it is said that the beds in the second hospital are tight now. If there is not enough at that time, our hospital will certainly accept some..."

Then the nurse stopped:

"Oh, by the way, what about the fractured patient who was sent in at that time?"

"In ward 404."

"Ah! Passed! Elevator... "

At the same time, in room 404 in the nurse's mouth, a pair of slightly tired eyes narrowed and looked at the small TV with only more than 20 inches on the wall in the distance.

It was Huanrong Radio 2 that was broadcast on TV. Although it was also angry with the trainee reporter's behavior, or even more angry than others, the owner of these eyes was forced to lock Huanrong Radio 2 to understand the follow-up progress of the accident because his limbs were broken and he couldn't change channels by remote control.

"... the above is the latest news. After a short advertisement, we continue to pay attention Children's online class! Just choose XXX... "

"Shit! Hiss! Oh, oh... "

Suddenly, the advertising words were seamlessly connected, so that the teenager with four plaster casts on the bed scolded, and his calf accidentally touched the metal bedside, which was painful and wordy.

"It is worthy of Huanrong two platforms, dog ratio!"

At the head of the bed, there was a mirror left by an unknown patient or doctor. The boy turned his head and looked at it for a while, and then exhaled:

"Fortunately, I haven't been disfigured by the magical world... I still take the handsome one..."

Lin Xiaoxian in the hospital bed can enjoy himself so much. The premise is naturally to confirm the safety of several girls.

"Well, let me ask you..."

There were two beds in the small ward. It was clear that Lin Xiaoxian was alone at this time, but he suddenly didn't know who to speak to.

"Did you really see clearly when you saved me? Are they... Really okay? "

This is the fourth time Lin Xiaoxian woke up from his hospital bed an hour ago. When his voice fell, two seconds later, a white quilt corner beside his pillow slowly wriggled.

First, the long hair flowing like golden silk, and then the lovely little face like a doll wrapped in the long hair, exquisite and beautiful eyebrows, eyes, nose and lips, fragrant soft and delicate ears, and blue eyes like a puppet cat

Every contour curve is so smooth and perfect that it outlines the little girl as an elf.