Plague Doctor

Senior high school in the desert, the senior students continue to fight, the college entrance exam is less than a hundred days away.

“Director Wang, call all senior students to the playground...”

Since Principal Choi walked in, everyone in this senior teacher's office has been confused. The headmaster's black suit pants were covered with mud and dust, his generous face was also a servant of the wind and dust, and his forehead was covered in sweat, which looked uncomfortable.

“Principal?” Instructor Wang Jinbo walked up, I don't know, “you want? ”

In fact, shortly after school yesterday, the headmaster couldn't find anyone. Wang Jinbo had some business to ask the principal, no one answered the call, and WeChat did not reply to the message. He did not have the trouble to ask the leader's whereabouts, so he had to do it.

Only now, Wang Jinbo really doesn't understand, senior students are nervous about their education, and should make good use of their time every day.

So if it's not something really important, don't bother them.

In fact, Principal Choi always understands this, so it's always simple for senior students. Nor was it complicated, like the college entrance examination hundred-day sworn masters conference the other day, which inspired students without wearing them out. Why now?

“Call everyone out.” Principal Choi said, "I have something to say to you. ”

The principal said so and turned around.

Teachers face to face. I don't know if it's an illusion, President Wang Jinbo feels the headmaster's pace is a bit strange.

Although the teaching directors and class directors whispered and complained privately, after all, it was the principal's order, so the radio sounded on the campus: “Seniors, please gather at the playground immediately, President Choi has something to say to you. ”

It's almost noon, and the students have just finished their last class in the morning, and they haven't gone to the cafeteria for lunch yet.

Principal speaking? None of them were informed of this arrangement, so they were muttering with each other on their way to the playground.

Soon after, in the vast asphalt playground of Desert North High School, more than 900 senior students approaching a thousand students, all gathered here. They all wore green school uniforms, lined up neatly, and the youthful faces looked different, mostly with eyes closed by the sun.

The sun is shining this afternoon, Principal.

But it's not just the students standing on the playground exposed to the sun, the classroom teachers following, Wang Jinbo and others.

Although Principal Choi is usually loved by everyone, at this moment everyone quietly scolds him.

“Classmates.” At this time, Principal Choi at the podium took the microphone and said, “I'm 49 years old, I was at your age, and I knew it, and I've known it for decades. I've read a lot of books, but as you know, the harder I learn, the more I read, the less I feel like I know. ”

The students were a little helpless when they heard it. Really? Did you call them out specifically to say these old words?

Teachers such as Wang Jinbo sighed too, Principal, you really are. If you want to say more, you should say it on the day of the Oath Teachers' Convention, don't mess with our students now.

“Many years ago, I understood the truth that Zhuangzi said, 'The fungus is unclear, the fungus is unclear, the spring and autumn are unclear. ’ ”

Principal Choi wiped the sweat off his forehead, and the middle-aged face seemed a little strange, “Do we humans know much? How can you believe that when you look up at the stars? Classmates, we are the fungus, the fungus, the fungus, the fungus, the fungus. Even if we exhaust our entire lives, we will endure tens of thousands of days and nights of hardship. No matter how you flutter, we will end up trapped at the bottom of the well, we will never know those great truths. ”

Listen to the headmaster, the students really don't understand their intentions, it just doesn't feel right in their minds.

Teachers don't get it either, Principal. What's this talking about? Decompression, so everyone can handle college entrance exams?

“So long ago, I stopped thinking about it.” Principal Choi said, "I admitted the limitations of my mind, and I pulled it down as soon as I was well. ”

“But, classmates!” The principal's voice got excited and the sweat was all over my face, "the other day, just a few days ago, a change happened, an opportunity hit me in the head, until last night, when I suddenly came into contact with the truth! I saw something that really should be called great. The sun, the moon, the stars, their fields could not be illuminated, and suddenly they opened their doors to me. ”

Even more confusing, but the students are also curious, what is the truth that the principal refers to? Struggle or something?

It's not going to be... a two-color ball, is it?

Students who have had this thought are excited about the headmaster.

If it's a two-color ball prize, then Principal Choi understands the language very well.

“I know, when I say this, you'll feel fake, exaggerate, think I'm bluffing. But what I said, I can't really express it in words, I can't name it, I can't imagine it, I can't even cast a shadow on those things, and the night can't hide their existence. ”

Despite the rays of sunshine, Principal Choi still has strange amounts of sweat on his face. His eyes are becoming less white, blood filaments are gathering and his eyes are swelling.

“Classmates, these are the things that can be called God, I see them! ”

At this time, the students and teachers all of a sudden confirmed that the headmaster's strange abnormality, and the headmaster's old family didn't seem to encourage mobilization, like...

They frowned because they saw the headmaster's face rising rapidly, and all the veins on it swelled up, as if bugs were beating inside.

Looks like… something went wrong.

“Principal?” Wang Jinbo hurried to call several teachers and rushed to the podium together to take Principal Choi away.

“I see God.” Principal Choi added, with a strange smile on his face, "and I am its incarnation in the human world. ”

Suddenly, the change was so rapid that the students had not shouted yet, their eyes widened.

The blood vessels on Principal Choi's face, the blood vessels on his neck, all protrude to such an extent that it is not normally possible for humans to bear them, as if they were to break their skin. Those blood vessels suddenly flashed a glow, and Principal Choi's flesh became transparent, revealing a stunning view of the flesh.

“This, this...” Wang Jinbao was terrified to stay where he was. His feet were numb and he couldn't walk any longer.

All the teachers around me panicked, “Ah, ah...” “Supernatural power...” “Sky Machinery Bureau, report to Sky Machinery Bureau! ”

Instead, younger students can be much calmer, and if not all the senior three parties had their phones taken away, someone would definitely be in a hurry to film the scene right now.

What are those things in Principal Choi's flesh?

It looks like a strip, a tiny bit, a little bit, crowded, twisted, jumping in clear flesh and flashing with a terrible glow. This made Principal Choi's head, like an electric discoloration ball, and his eyes were squeezed from behind, shaking outside like they were about to fall out.

But when people really reacted to what was going on, their hearts got so cold, they pulled together.

Principal Choi, even if you don't respect him, you won't hate him.

Now, how can this be...

“All students stay in order, evacuate immediately and return to the classrooms!” Wang Jinbo finally returned to God and shouted in panic, even though his voice trembled.

Just as the class teachers were evacuating with the students, Principal Choi seemed to make a laugh, no pain, only joy and exhilaration.

“God asked me to help you, too, see. ”

Boom! Boom! The screams of confusion among the students, especially among girls, were echoed on the playground, and some of them fainted directly into the past.

Principal Choi's head suddenly exploded.

And suddenly he blew himself up, and the flesh and blood were blurred, and those mixed threads, splashed in the air, scattered on the ground, creeping, creeping.