The Laughter That Crossed Through Time

The last time I saw Teacher Lu up close was two hours ago.

At that time, the countdown in her eyes showed three hours, seven minutes, and forty-two seconds. Now, only a little over an hour remained.

So after sitting quietly in the security booth for about two hours, Lu Xin walked out, silently finished a cigarette outside the school's iron gate, tossed the butt onto the ground, stamped it out, lightly loosened his body, and then turned around and came back in.

He headed straight for the teaching building.

The countdown was about to reach zero, and Teacher Lu's executioner was about to appear.

Of course, he had to stay beside Teacher Lu at a time like this.

Even though, to him now, staying in the security booth and staying beside Teacher Lu did not feel very different.

The school building was very quiet. Teacher Lu had arranged for the children to stay in a dormitory on the first floor near the western auditorium, and had told them not to come out no matter what they heard.

She herself had remained in an office on the eastern side of the third floor.

Perhaps subconsciously, she wanted to keep the children as far away from her as possible. That way, whatever happened would not affect them.

If Qinggang itself had not been under immense pressure from the gaze of those eyes, with chaos liable to erupt at any moment, staying outside the elementary school would actually have been more dangerous. Otherwise, Teacher Lu might already have arranged for them to leave the school.

Lu Xin quietly went upstairs and arrived outside the third-floor office, then gently knocked on the door.

No one answered from inside, so Lu Xin opened the door himself. He had gotten the key from the old