I put my backpack in the machine and passed through the security door. As soon as I stepped out of the security gate, the shoulder bag I had put in my shoulder slammed into me. I held it up and I was surprised by the unexpected high-tech. The "drip" sound from the security door told me that I passed the security check.
I just wanted to call my assistant and I heard a harsh sound. I came back to be an assistant teacher. He stood in the middle of the security gate, and the security machine began to scream as if he had eaten something he should not eat. The two guards held the electric baton and walked toward him. The police officer on the side began to ask him if he had any prohibited items.
"No? What contraband items did I bring?"
"But the security machine found a utility knife in your document bag."
"The utility knife? This is a school supplies."
"Are you sure?"
"OK, I need to use it to cut design drawings."
The police officer sat down behind the security inspection machine. A few seconds later, the assistant's bag of paper was ejected like my shoulder bag and he quickly caught it.
“It was a really good insurance.” When my assistant and I left the security screening, he wiped his sweat and said, “Now the security is very strict, and the knife must be so tortured. The police now, if they don’t agree, they’ll The electric shock stick on you. I have seen a lot of news about this.”
"Is it true in Beijing as a whole? I have to go to school for security," I asked.
“Yes, in order to maintain law and order, there are certain problems with advanced technology. The terrorists today are not as primitive as they were a few years ago. At one glance, you throw a few hand grenades into the classroom, and even tanks and armored vehicles. It's all coming."
"What do you do with a utility knife?" I always wanted to ask this question.
"The utility knife is used to cut paper."
Although this is a good reason, I think he still has something hidden. I intend to open it. I went back to the topic of terrorists.
"Mr. Lin, have you seen terrorists?"
"Oh, uh... I haven't seen it before, but I see a lot in the news."
"Guangdong did not, it may be because there are too few people."
"Those who are only staring at the capital are not willing to waste missiles in remote areas. To attract attention, there are few people in remote areas."
When the assistant teacher said the word "missile", my heart shook. missile? Are the terrorists now advanced? Every second of my time in Beijing, I could fly over a big missile on a table and blow me up.
The assistant seems to have noticed my panic, and added, "It's not so serious. The public security is good. The terrorists are not so arrogant. At the most, their faces are stunned by those electric shock rods."
However, the teaching assistant did not make much use of this statement. I am still very worried about the safety of this city. I do not want to continue thinking that if a missile lands right next to me, my body will fly a few meters.
"Mr. Lin, what is your major?" I tried to divert my attention.
"The amount... I also read the electronics industry. Now that electronic technology is very developed, it is basically a must-read. You will use electronic products every moment."
On the way to the classroom, we talked for a while about what I had to learn this semester, but these did not distract my attention from terrorists. After we had a monument engraved on "Beijing University of Electro-Mechanical Industry", we went to the indoor swimming pool.
I have never seen such a luxurious school. Once in, the front of the giant transparent screen shows each floor corresponding to each classroom. My eyes looked up and down to find my classroom and I found it on the third floor.
"I'm going to report on the second floor," the assistant waved and said, "You go to the third floor. I'll be there immediately. I was there for the first lesson. You first came to know it."
After the assistant teacher said goodbye to me, I went to the elevator next to the transparent screen. This kind of elevator is different from what I have seen - the structure of the elevator is oval and the elevator door is open on one side. The elevator has no windows, but it has a streamlined design. I was astonished at the fact that the elevator did not have a selection button, but I quickly found instructions on how to use the elevator. It should be specifically for me to see this outsider. Simply point your student card to the sensor on the elevator and hear the “drip” sound, the elevator will send you to the designated floor based on your student card and face recognition.
After I got off the elevator, I found my classroom along the marble corridor - one or three classes. I opened the door and walked in. I suddenly felt nervous, but I was very excited. I hope to have a good relationship in the new class because my relationship with my class was not very good. When I just opened the door halfway, the door touched a small metal object. This is a can of beverage bottle. I want to do a trivial thing to tie the relationship: After opening the door, I picked up the bottle. Just as I straightened up with my drink bottle, I saw an aunt about 40 years old. The clothes she wore were the clothes of the school cleaners. It seemed that they had to clean up the classroom before the students arrived. Even though there are very advanced sweeping robots.
"Thank you," said the old woman with a smile. She took the drink bottle and her laugh was so kind. "I'll be finished soon, and those teachers are not going to hold a meeting here."
"It's okay," I said. "This is what I should do."
The old woman uprighted an overturned rubbish bin and took the garbage from the floor into a garbage bag with a vacuum cleaner and walked out of the classroom.
I went back to the classroom. Only six students are waiting. I am the seventh one. The students did not speak and sat dumbly in their seats. I found my seat, put my shoulder bag behind the chair and began to stare.
My mind went back to the terrorists. I saw in the news that there are many terrorists in Beijing and that they are very frequent. Even if public order is as good as the teaching assistant, terrorists can easily cause great disturbances. I really do not know why terrorists are attacking Beijing. Is it unfair for the government to treat other cities? I did not think that since the life in Guangdong is still very convenient, the capital must be the most prosperous and richest city in the country. There is nothing wrong with this.
Now, I have accepted the fact that I happened to hit the assistant at the crossroads. Although clever, but intuition told me that he still feels that some secrets are hidden.
At this moment, a person suddenly appeared at the door. The sudden opening sound interrupted my thoughts and shocked me. It was a student. He wore the same school uniform as us, but his school uniform did not diminish the arrogance he had when he entered the classroom. Specifically, he was wearing a school uniform and he was wearing a golden jacket outside.
Including me and one of my seven classmates standing up, I smiled and greeted the people who had just come in.
"Lee brother, you finally arrived. I waited so long!"
"Last night I was playing at an internet cafe. It's nothing new today. Hey, it's a boring programming class, and today I might have to drag you to write my homework for me."
"Okay, good!"
After a brief conversation, the two of them began to sit and talk about the game. To be honest, I really don't like the person who is called "Li Xiong." There is an atmosphere of arrogance and jealousy. This kind of person I have seen before, but I have not seen so arrogant. I would like to know how they really got into such a good university. Is it really money?
My eyes left the two people. I looked at the classroom: I sat in a window seat two places, a potted plant in front of the window, and its vase is made of marble, the same with the floor. There is only a leather bag and some teaching material on the rostrum of the classroom. There is also a transparent touch teaching whiteboard on the wall. Next to the podium is the same material as the podium. It seems to be prepared for the students. There is also a screen behind the classroom that should be used for bulletin boards.
A male teacher came in. He took a water bottle and a Mexican roll with a bite. His body is fat and he wears a very narrow long-sleeved shirt. Although wearing glasses, the overall feeling is not like Lin teaching assistants, but there is a feeling of dumbfounded.
Students entered the classroom one after another. Some greeted each other as if they had known each other; some people sat in their own places and looked at the books, ignoring how loud the noise was next to them; and some people were holding mobile phones or screens; it seemed that I was the only one who did nothing.
At this time, Lin assisted in coming with his paper bag. He waved me with a smile and I gestured with a smile. After he nodded with the fat teacher, he placed his paper bag on the podium and took out a document and handed it to the fat teacher.
After the teacher counted the number of people, he cleared his throat and said in a loud voice:
"Well, we are now starting to name. Please call ‘to.”
The noisy classroom quieted down. The fat teacher was named one by one. I didn't pay attention to the names of others. When the teacher shouted "Jiang Ming!" I only reacted and said "to."
When I called "to", my eyes had been staring at a pile of mechanical parts on the podium, hoping that the teacher would quickly send the materials down.
"All right, I'm sure I'm getting together. I'm Teacher Zhong, your programming teacher. This is Lin. If you have any questions, you can ask the teacher."
The assistant nodded.
“Electronic products are everywhere. We will now send the material down to familiarize you with it. Teacher Lin, can you help me?”
Teaching assistants went next to the pile of materials for the students and began to send them to the students in the front row. Teacher Zhong continued to look at the Mexican roll he hadn't finished.
“Now let's open the material,” said Teacher Zhong. At this time, Lin’s teaching assistant had already finished sending materials. I was excited to stare at the material on my desk.
"We first familiarize ourselves with what we have to learn this semester. Come, let's..."
When Teacher Zhong's words were not finished, I could hear the yelling in the classroom and on the playground horns. The harsh sound made me feel impaired for a moment. Then I heard the speaker in the classroom:
“Please keep calm and ask everyone to stay calm. Students in classrooms and corridors should quickly find hidden places to hide. Students in the playground should quickly hide in the teaching building. Please do not hurry...”
Saying not to hurry, I feel my body is freezing and I can't move at all. Other students scream.
"Help! I haven't lived yet..."
"Ah...don't..."
"Where come! Come here..."
"Don't kill me! I surrender! I surrender..."
"Please keep calm, don't shout!" The assistant's voice echoed in the classroom. "Stand in the corner, don't make a noise! Come back! Don't leave the classroom!"
After the students heard the assistant's speech, they crowded into the corner of the classroom. Teacher Zhong was crouching under the podium, but his stature seemed to be larger than the podium. I also squeezed into the corners of the students who were horrified. The assistants were hiding behind the door.
I was also terrified but I didn't call out. Is this my life ended? It seems that my guess on Beijing terrorists is correct. Security does not stand up to terrorist attacks. Terrorists can easily go wherever they want to be. I can only silently pray that the terrorists will not find us, but the horror of student calls makes it extremely difficult.
My expectation that I can live out of this classroom is not high. It is almost impossible. I think this is the most difficult and last moment in my life. Actually it is not. The good show is still behind.
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