Chapter 47: I hate experts most
No. 27 Middle School's Party Committee Secretary Liu Zhengjian stood beside Principal Cai Guotao, to the right of the students doing their exercises. They were discussing arrangements for next month's visiting delegation of teachers and students from Japanese cultural and educational institutions, proposing the development of a "three-part" educational framework centered on "practical subject teaching, practical social education, and practical extracurricular activities on campus."
Then they heard a low stir sweep through the crowd. A humming came from overhead, echoing high in the sky.
Liu Zhengjian frowned. He felt the students should not be reacting like this, as though they were little primary school children seeing an airplane for the first time. What kind of behavior was that?
Cai Guotao, on the other hand, paid little attention to the scene.
By now, the plane overhead had flown steadily across a stretch of sky, and the teachers began looking up as well. Some even shaded their foreheads with their hands as they gazed upward.
Only then did Principal Cai Guotao react. Not far away, a Grade Leader was shouting, "What are you doing! You there, which class are you in? Get back! Get back to your place! Get behind the railing!"
Only then did Cai Guotao and Liu Zhengjian realize something was wrong, turning and looking up.
"Holy shit! No way!" Zhuang Zhiyu got a tremendous fright when he looked up from the student formation and saw what was happening. The next instant, he looked toward Zhang Feifei in the neighboring formation, then Zhang Xian and the others several classes farther over. But none of them had any time to exchange glances with him. They could only stare up at the roof of the four-story classroom building, watching the horrifying scene unfolding during the exercise