The sky was exceptionally gloomy, a gray atmosphere hung over everyone's head, a faint smell of blood floated in the air, and all imaginable dangerous elements seemed to have filled the entire teaching building.
"Jiang Su and Wen Xing are hiding in the broadcasting room at the end of the corridor in front, but we have tacitly agreed not to wait for each other. If I don't look for them for a long time, they will automatically return to the classroom and do what they should do. Computers are just my hobbies. I'm not sure I can complete what you said in a short time. And once the system is set up with a self-destruct program, the risks will increase explosively." Shi Xin tried to analyze all the unknown risks to Ming Qiao as calmly as possible. His face did not look good under the light.
"I know." Ming Qiao raised his hand and rubbed his head a few times: "Just do your best, and leave the rest to me. Run immediately after you finish these, the farther the better, understand?"
"Mingqiao." Shi Xin called him: "Do you really have to do this?"
"I...Sun Guiping is my teacher. I need to talk to him." Ming Qiao looked at the screen saver of blue sky and green grass on the computer, as if he had thought of something. "I seem to have never really gotten to know him. I always thought it was unnecessary, but now I realize that I know nothing about my favorite teacher."
Ming Qiao laughed lightly, as if he was regretting something, or maybe he was expressing some other emotion: "In this school, I am the only one who can talk to him as both a student and a colleague at the same time, just like they also think that I am the most loyal and useful NPC. So I must go, and I have to make him tell me the password in person."
Shi Xin stared at Ming Qiao. His eyes were passionate and carefree. He had made all the preparations and thought about all the consequences. No one wanted to end it all as soon as possible.
Shi Xin nodded slowly: "Okay."
"In fact, I have no right to regret." Mingqiao stood at the door of the office with his back to Shi Xin. He was talking to Shi Xin and to himself: "Sun Guiping taught me a lot. He never treated me unfairly in academic research. He taught me everything he learned throughout his life. Only then did I have the opportunity to teach these things to my students."
"I still respect him, but that's all."
The office door was closed from the outside by Mingqiao.
The mysterious and terrifying darkness and the terrifying silence complement each other.
Mingqiao stood at the office door and took off his work ID card from around his neck.
On the front is his own photo and name, and on the back is the chief invigilator's instructions written on Zhang Tao's work ID card.
He sensed something and turned to look at the corridor entrance.
In the endless darkness, he and the person on the other side were separated by a corridor that seemed to have no end, and they tacitly did not move.
Until a sharp "Ming Qiao" broke the eerie silence.
It was Zhang Tao's voice, coming from the other end of the corridor.
Mingqiao swallowed and took a few steps towards them.
"Mingqiao! Don't come over here!" Zhang Tao shouted in horror, "Don't help the students!" He screamed until his throat was almost hoarse, and there was a gurgling sound of liquid and a cough mixed with something. After a few seconds, all the sounds disappeared.
Mingqiao took a few more steps towards them.
"Mingqiao." It was Sun Guiping. His voice was as long as an ancient bell, and the echo made several bends in the not-so-wide corridor.
Mingqiao stood still and said slowly, "Teacher Sun, you know everything. You know that I tried my best to stop you, you know that I used your computer, and you know that I helped students overtly and covertly."
"We don't have to do this." Sun Guiping interrupted him: "It's just an exam, why do you have to interfere? You just need to continue to listen to me, and I can give you everything you want."
"You know very well that this is not an exam. You can't give me what I want." Ming Qiao said: "I don't understand why you have to do this? For money? Or for fame? Or do you want to prove something?"
Sun Guiping laughed twice, and Mingqiao could hear him dragging something towards him.
"Everyone always has to ask for something," said Sun Guiping.
"But you have neither money nor a good reputation." Mingqiao took two steps back silently: "Is it your paper?"
"Have you seen it?" Sun Guiping was a little surprised, but soon calmed down: "Yes, it's a problem with my thesis."
"Do you need evidence?" Mingqiao asked again.
"yes."
Mingqiao guessed some of the reasons. He said, "That is not your field. Even if the paper is withdrawn, it will not affect you much."
"No, Mingqiao, you are wrong." To Mingqiao's surprise, Sun Guiping said, "How can it have no effect on me?"
Mingqiao frowned: "You are a historian."
"I can also be an educator," Sun Guiping said. "I only need to conduct a small experiment to improve the paper. When the paper is republished, it will drop the most powerful bomb in the field of education. The educational concept will be overturned, and then I will gain both fame and fortune."
Mingqiao saw greed and arrogance in Sun Guiping for the first time. Sun Guiping was not like this before.
Sun Guiping was still dragging the thing forward, the friction sound was intermittent with Sun Guiping's footsteps, they were not far from Mingqiao. Mingqiao could smell the increasingly strong smell of blood, mixed with the humid air, making people nauseous.
Mingqiao took a few steps back and returned to the office door.
He couldn't retreat any further.
"You won't succeed." Mingqiao could already see Sun Guiping's outline clearly under the light from the office. He stood at the door of the office and pulled the door handle tightly: "Quality-oriented education is the most suitable education model for the present."
Sun Guiping smiled contemptuously: "You don't know anything. You have only taught for one year. Students have been taking exams since they were young. They have to take exams to enter primary school, junior high school, high school, university, and even graduate and doctoral students have to take exams. Education has been tied to exams."
"No." Mingqiao said, "It shouldn't be like this."
"Of course you don't agree." Sun Guiping said: "I have seen your grades. You have been recommended for admission since you were young. You are a child of destiny. You will not understand these things."
"This has nothing to do with whether I was admitted or not." Ming Qiao still refuted: "Teacher, our country's education has developed for so many years and has gone through so many ups and downs to get to where it is today. Do you want to push it back?"
"Mingqiao, it's useless for you to talk to me about this."
Sun Guiping stood only two meters away from Mingqiao. Mingqiao then saw what he was dragging.
Zhang Tao's limbs were scattered, connected to his torso by some unclear things. From the unbuttoned shirt, it can be seen that his chest has been ulcerated, spreading to his neck and face, revealing the white bones. The blood dyed the remaining clothes on his body red. His expression was extremely hideous, his eyes were wide open, looking in the direction of Mingqiao.
Zhang Tao is dead.
And it was a painful death.
Mingqiao took a breath, and his clenched fists made his extremely short nails dig into his flesh.
"Is he your friend?" Sun Guiping threw Zhang Tao's collar open and threw him in front of Ming Qiao like trash: "He knew that the chief invigilator couldn't help the students, but he still did it."
Ming Qiao's scalp tingled: "Is this the punishment for the chief invigilator's violation?"
"Yes." Sun Guiping raised his lips and took a step forward provocatively: "Are you going to continue?"
"Of course." Ming Qiao nodded. As long as Sun Guiping walked half a meter forward, the microphone in the office would be able to pick up his voice clearly. He had to start gradually inducing Sun Guiping to tell him the password so that their plan could proceed.
According to Shi Xin, the microphone button was often pressed, which meant that the voice control phrase would often be mentioned by Sun Guiping and others, becoming a catchphrase. The passwords that Sun Guiping could set were nothing more than education and examinations. As long as he could lead the topic upward, the probability of success would be greater.
Mingqiao stared at Sun Guiping and asked, "Where is the old principal? Why can't I see him?"
"He went to deal with another one." Sun Guiping seemed to have a headache when talking about him: "The Dean surnamed Jiang, he really likes to cause trouble."
Mingqiao's heart trembled when he heard the news from Director Jiang. He gritted his teeth and restrained himself from rushing up and punching the old man in front of him.
Chiang Kai-shek will most likely end up like Zhang Tao.
And so am I.
"Okay, get out of the way." Sun Guiping's tone was like he was teaching a tantrum to a child. He waved his hand at Mingqiao and said, "You can continue to help your students. In the end, you will die together."
Ming Qiao held the door handle tightly, not giving way: "Am I not the closest to death now? You should be happy."
"Mingqiao," Sun Guiping said angrily, "My patience is limited."
"You have limited patience?" Mingqiao asked back, "For a paper or an experiment, you started planning it when I graduated, let me come here, observed me for a year, and then did this at the critical moment of the college entrance examination, in order to select the good students who were suitable for the exam in your mind. After a year, you still dare to say that you have limited patience?"
“For my thesis, it’s all worth it.”
“But you don’t understand education or exams at all.” Ming Qiao said, “You have no empathy for students. No matter how many papers you publish, you are destined not to be a successful educator.”
"I am the greatest educator in the world." Sun Guiping roared.
"Mingqiao."
Shi Xin's voice came faintly from the office, and Mingqiao knew that this was the password.
"So your helper is here." Sun Guiping stared at Ming Qiao with a dangerous look. "I observed this kid for two days and thought he would continue to take the exams peacefully, so I let him go temporarily and turned to Zhang Tao, the smooth talker. He is very smart and told his students the rules quietly under our noses, but so what? There are endless rules and he only knows a few of them."
Mingqiao looked at Zhang Tao lying on the ground.
"If it were me, I would be willing to do that, too."
"Um?"
"I am willing to exchange my life for those children's lives." Mingqiao rushed forward and threw Sun Guiping to the ground, strangling his neck: "So, let's die together, Teacher Sun."
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