After a debt of 100 million, the poisonous tongue went crazy and killed people on the live broadcast

Chapter 957 Fire Fighting
Feng Yin and the principal found a place.

Third floor, copy room.

Smoke visible to the naked eye floated out from the copy room. Feng Yin covered his mouth and nose with a wet towel he got from nowhere, and stood farthest from the door of the copy room.

Her kindness is limited, so she needs to save herself first.

There was such a big smoke and such a small space that it was impossible to hide from it, and there was no place to run away.

The principal and several directors who came with him immediately wanted to open the door, but they didn't know whether it was because there was too much fire inside or for other reasons that the keyhole couldn't be inserted.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The principal covered his mouth and groaned. Several directors nodded and dispersed.

Feng Yin, who was standing in the distance, still had time to think: I can understand this. It seems that my usual skills in patting horses are definitely enough.

The sound of the fire truck could already be heard, and Feng Yin felt that there was no danger.

Although it is unknown what the specific situation is in the copy room, no fire has spread so far.

Among the school people who had just run out, one went to the door to lead the way, and the other two went to get the fire extinguisher.

Two minutes later, three people stood at the door of the copy room, each with a fire extinguisher, ready to break down the door.

Feng Yin walked over slowly, covered his mouth and said, "Wait for the fire department."

"No, it's full of paper and it burns too fast!"

After explaining this, the principal tried to open the door again.

Feng Yin didn't stop him, took a few steps back, and waited in a safe position.

Three people, the principal smashed the door with a fire extinguisher, and the two fire extinguishers next to him were in a ready state, ready to spray at any time.

"bump!"

"bump!"

"bump!"

The sound of banging on the door was loud, but the door still didn't open.

"The principal is indeed a good principal, and the quality of the school is excellent."

Feng Yin still has time to comment. Why are you anxious? The children have been evacuated, the fire fighters have entered the school gate, but the unknown fire still has not spread.

The principal also didn't expect that after smashing it three times, the door lock was still strong.

Is it that the quality of the door lock is too good, or is it... too weak?
Impossible, the quality of the lock must be too good.

The footsteps were quick and heavy, and came from the exit of the stairs. The firefighters had arrived.

"Everyone, please step back and leave this to us."

Professional matters should be left to professionals.

The principal did not insist and quickly retreated, leaving the scene to the firefighters.

The fire instructor on the side found the principal, and after understanding the specific situation, he sent three firefighters to investigate the entire building.

At the same time, under the precise inspection of firefighters, the door can be opened.

After making sure everyone was in a safe place, a firefighter simply kicked the door open.

Feng Yin walked to the principal's side and said, "Thanks to the principal for loosening it just now."

The principal tilted his head and glanced at Feng Yin. He felt that Feng Yin meant something to him, but he had no proof.

Feng Yin showed a powerful expression as the principal, nodded very cautiously, and stood next to the principal.

As the door to the copy room opened, orange flames jumped out and were put out in time by firefighters who were ready outside.

The copy room is not big, and the fire that started was put out quickly.

After a fire investigation, no other fire points were found, which means the building is safe.

The principal finally breathed a sigh of relief and arranged for teachers in each class to bring the children back to the classroom. It was still very cold outside.

Feng Yin, as a temporary teacher, also went along.

School ended at 3:20 in the afternoon, but most of the children did not leave because there were after-school tutoring classes.

Opened by school.

Feng Yin looked at the child below who was doing his homework obediently, and two words were written in his eyes: pitiful.