1108 Brush with Death

Dressed in full gear and armed with guns, the police maintained the orderliness at the school gate.

The clamoring crowd at the school gate were all parents who had received the news.

The police constantly led the students and teachers out of the school. The faces of these people were strained in agitation and tension.

Rather than agitation, fear was more appropriate for the given situation.

It was fear, indeed. Little children flew into the arms of their parents, who had been waiting outside for a long time, and wailed in fright.

Some, however, were a little dazed and unaware of the situation. They only regarded the surrounding police cars with a look of panic.

Yun Shishi was a little astonished. Not knowing what was going on, she grabbed the arm of a parent to ask.

With a child in his arms, he frantically answered, "There's a shooting incident this afternoon. My child called to say that the school ended early, only for me to find out what happened when I arrived!"

He hurriedly left the place after that.

Shooting incident?!

Shocked, she proceeded to the school gate.

Her arm was suddenly grabbed.

Turning around, she realized that the person was Li Hanlin, whose tall build made him extremely conspicuous in the crowd. He carried her son in his arms with a blanket tightly wrapped around him.

"Principal?!"

"Follow me!"

He walked her to a bulletproof car.

The man only settled once they got in the car. She immediately took her son from him. Wrapped in the blanket, Yun Tianyou had a deathly pallor and his entire lips were pale. It was clear that he had suffered from a great shock from how he shuddered quietly.

She gave him a tight hug at once. "Youyou, don't be scared… Mommy is here now; mommy will protect you…"

"M-Mommy…"

His hands suddenly tightened around her waist as he burrowed his little face in her chest. His shivering did not stop, though.

The agent recounted the entire incident to her.

It happened in the afternoon.

Music lesson was the boy's first class in the afternoon. Seeing that the music teacher was still not there after he took out his textbook, he rested his head on the table as he felt very sleepy. He did not sleep well during his afternoon nap.

In the exact moment that he lowered his head—and it was really just a split-second apart—a deadly sniper bullet pierced through the window, roared past his hair, and pierced through his deskmate's temple in a flash.

Blood spurted out on his face at once!

The boy, who was startled by the sudden loud sound, felt his face stained with a warm liquid and wiped it off with his hand. He went pale with fright when his fingertips touched the sticky blood.

His deskmate was a smart-witted, little girl who usually carried a gentle smile on her face.

Before she could moan in pain, she collapsed on the desk. The poor girl died with a smile on her face while waiting for class to start!

A life ended in a moment's notice before him!

What worried him further was that the bullet would have shot through his head if he did not rest his head on the desk from sleepiness.