Chapter 64 Disaster In the heavy snow near the end of the year, the sudden fire in Class 168 broke the tranquility of the campus. The flames were looming in the cold night, and thick smoke rushed out of the windows and rose , the students in the teaching building noticed something unusual and discovered the fire. In this situation, no one could concentrate on studying. The strong curiosity unique to teenagers drove everyone to run to the floor where Class 168 was located to watch the excitement. At that time, Li Yufei was reviewing her lessons upstairs. As the final exams approach, the pressure of studying has suddenly doubled. In order to have a good report card to give her parents a good New Year, she has been studying very hard recently and often comes to school with Zhao Yingying to attend evening self-study classes to review her lessons. Halfway through the class, Li Yufei heard sparse footsteps outside the classroom. Zhao Yingying, who had gone to the bathroom, suddenly rushed in, came up to her and said in surprise: "There's a fire in class 168, that's Zhang Yunqi's class, Yufei, how about we go and take a look?" Li Yufei was stunned for a moment, then immediately agreed. The two left the classroom and went downstairs to the floor where Class 168 was located. Unfortunately, the staircase was blocked, with dark figures and noisy sounds everywhere, making it impossible to go any further. Li Yufei stood at the entrance of the corridor and saw from afar that there was fire in a classroom not far away and thick smoke was rushing out of the windows. The corridor outside the classroom was as bright as day. More than a dozen boys with black faces were standing there. She recognized the boy who was leading the group and giving orders loudly at the front as Zhang Yunqi. Li Yufei's heart suddenly skipped a beat. She didn't know why, she just stared at Zhang Yunqi silently. Zhang Yunqi's face was so dark that she couldn't see clearly. She could only hear his calm and decisive voice from afar: "Wang Xiaokai, take three men to the storage room on the first floor and pry open the door. Bring up all the large water pipes and buckets. Yang Wei, go find a phone to call the fire department. Tian Zhuangzhuang, go find the class teacher!" "Zhao Liang, Wu Xiaodong, Long Teng, Tang Junjun, the four of you boys will work with the other girls to block the corridors. Don't let any students come over to join in the fun. Deng Xiaoshan, Liu Long, Qian Jianjian, the three of you will go to other classes to inform them of the fire. If you don't have enough people, you can ask the boys from other classes to help evacuate the crowd. Remember, there must not be a stampede! Yu Renli, go to the next class and ask 20 boys to come over to help put out the fire!"
Zhang Yunqi passed down orders one by one, and the panic-stricken students in Class 168 immediately took action, and the chaotic order was initially curbed. After everyone split up, Zhang Yunqi led a group of boys to evacuate the crowd, using either brute force or persuasion, in short, they tried every way to persuade the students who were watching the fun to leave and clear the corridor. At this time, Wang Xiaokai came running over with three boys carrying a large water pipe and dozens of buckets. Zhang Yunqi asked him to go to the toilets on both sides of the corridor to connect the water pipes. At the same time, he arranged for the boys that Yu Renli had found from other classes to line up from Class 168 to the toilets on both sides. Four boys were arranged in the toilets to collect water, and then pass it all the way to Class 168 and pour the water directly into it. This is the best solution Zhang Yunqi could think of. Perhaps due to the limitations of the times and the fact that there has never been a fire in the school, the fire prevention awareness in the No. 1 Middle School is extremely weak. There are no outdoor fire hydrants at all. There are more than ten dusty fire extinguishers in the corridor, but they are seriously old and have no effect at all. During the fire-fighting process, more than ten teachers came one after another. They were probably the teachers who were in class for evening self-study tonight. Their expressions were all serious, but seeing that Zhang Yunqi was directing the fire-fighting properly and everyone was working efficiently like a machine under his arrangement, they knew that they would not be able to do better than this, so they did not want to go up and cause trouble. Of course, many teachers also came to Zhang Yunqi. For example, Sun Hairen, the head teacher of the next class, found Zhang Yunqi and asked him if he needed any help. Zhang Yunqi, who was covered in dust, looked at the crowded staircase and said, "Evacuate the students. Everyone is blocking the staircase to watch the excitement, which may cause a stampede." Sun Hairen nodded and said yes, then reached out and patted Zhang Yunqi on the shoulder, turned around and asked someone to evacuate the students. Zhang Yunqi continued to direct the firefighting, but suddenly heard an angry voice coming from the left side of the corridor: "Who did this? Who set the fire?!" Zhang Yunqi turned around and saw Lin Cong pushing the crowd aside and rushing over. Under the light of the fire, his eyes were red and his thin face was distorted. Zhang Yunqi patiently explained: "Teacher Lin, we don't know who started the fire yet. It was probably an accident, but I think it's better to put out the fire first before talking about other things." Lin Cong stared at Zhang Yunqi and asked, "What do you mean by accidentally starting the fire? Who started the fire accidentally? Did another student bring a small stove to the classroom tonight?" Lin Cong has lost his mind. He is the teacher on duty for class 168's evening study session tonight. He has to bear a huge responsibility for the serious fire that occurred in class 168. He pointed at Zhang Yunqi's nose and asked loudly: "The school has repeatedly warned us not to use stoves, but you ignorant fellows only know how to cause trouble for the school. Tell me! Who in your class brought a stove? Point them out to me!" Zhang Yunqi said with a smile: "I am uneducated, but you are quite knowledgeable. You study how to get a female student to bed every day!" Lin Cong's eyes widened: "What did you say?" "Will you get out of here?" "Can you say that again?"
"Get lost! You fucking idiot!" Lin Cong was furious and slapped Zhang Yunqi in the face. Zhang Yunqi turned his head to avoid the slap and kicked Lin Cong in the stomach, causing Lin Cong to fall to the ground. The boys who were carrying water in the corridor were shocked by this scene and stood there at a loss. Zhang Yunqi was still laughing: "It's okay, everyone continue to carry water to put out the fire. Yu Renli, Liao Xiaohua, you two come over and drag our teacher Lin away." Yu Renli and Liao Xiaohua immediately ran over and dragged the furious Lin Cong away. In this situation, Zhang Yunqi was their backbone, and they all brought small stoves with them secretly. After Lin Cong was dealt with, the mighty water-lifting relay continued to operate efficiently. Buckets of cold water were poured towards the flames in the classroom. Thick steam rose into the sky, and the fire was contained to a certain extent. Wang Xiaokai and a few boys finally connected the two large water pipes. Zhang Yunqi asked, "Why are you so slow?" Wang Xiaokai was soaking wet and his lips were purple from the cold. He trembled and said, "My dear brother, the water pipe was too big and couldn't be connected to the faucet. I ran to the dormitory to borrow wire and pliers from Old Man Liu to connect it." "Let's put out the fire first." Zhang Yunqi didn't have time to worry about these things. He and Wang Xiaokai each took a large water pipe and sprayed water at the flames in the classroom. The water pressure in this teaching building is very strong, much more effective than pouring buckets of water into it. The classroom is full of wood and books, which are extinguished when exposed to water. In less than a moment, the madly burning flames are contained, turning into tiny flames, and finally slowly go out, turning into billowing white smoke and rushing out. Finally, the fire was put out! Cheers broke out in the corridor, but the dozens of boys who participated in the fire-fighting did not celebrate. They all sat on the wet and cold floor and shivered. They were tired and cold. They were on the verge of collapse. Zhang Yunqi silently looked at the devastated classroom and heard bursts of sirens coming from outside the teaching building. He knew that the sudden fire had been put out, but the real disaster had just begun. ****** (End of this chapter)