Chapter 134:

Xiao Yanling ran out of the classroom holding her stomach full of anger. When her inexplicable woman stopped her eyebrows and wanted to explode, she glanced at the other person's brooch and changed her eyes.
"Teacher, I don't go to the office. I'll have class later." She rubbed her eyes with her tight fists, turning her eyes red, showing a little more fragility and pity.
The female reporter softened her mind and hurriedly said: "Will that teacher talk with you for a while? You will feel better if you speak out your fears. Let's find a quiet place."
The two came to an empty multimedia classroom. In order to make the little girl feel safe, the female reporter opened both the door and the window to let the bright sun shine in, and then pulled out her forged teacher work permit from the bag and put it on the neck After I finished, I took out my mobile phone and sent a message to my little girl: [I am ready, is the audience online? 】
There are seconds back: [The number of viewers is currently a little over 30,000, and it is still rising. You can make Xiao Yanling appear positively as much as possible. You can start. 】
[OK! 】
The female reporter put away her phone and adjusted the position of the brooch against the reflection of the glass window. What she didn't know was that when she buried her head to organize herself, Xiao Yanling was turning her blood-red eyes and looking at her with bad intentions. However, when she turned around, Xiao Yanling became the poor, scared innocent little girl again.
The audience in the live room was directed at the truth of the incident. Everyone wanted to know what Van Gogh did to a little girl, and the questions of the female reporters mostly revolved around this:
"Lingling, I heard that your class teacher has sent you to school this morning. What about your parents? Why did they not be with you when such a dangerous situation happened?"
Xiao Yanling lowered her head, seeming to be sad, in fact, to cover up her sudden burst of murderous eyes: "They are too busy, they are working overtime all night and do not go home at all."
"Oh, then they shouldn't be right. I heard Teacher Luo say that Van Gogh followed you again this morning, right?" The female reporter stroked the little girl's head lovingly, but didn't know that she was touching a demon.
"Yes, he stayed outside my house all night. I was terrified and didn't dare to go out. I had to call Teacher Luo." Xiao Yanling shook his arms with thin arms, pretending to be trembling with fear. She raised her head, revealing a face that was both pure and fragile. Every angle and every expression was designed in order to gain the audience's goodwill and desire for protection. Her experience as a graphic model has made her deeply enlightened.
Her personal image is very superior, her big and bright eyes are always clear and clean, otherwise she will not become the most popular small model. The audience in the live broadcast room saw her frightened appearance, and her heart was suddenly broken, and she began to curse Fanga Luo as a beast. She also guessed whether he was a and wanted to do some bad things to other girls. .
Someone said in a barrage: [I heard that Ling Ling ’s class teacher made an immediate decision and called the police. Fangalo has now been arrested by the police. I sincerely feel happy! Little angel is okay! 】
Yes, in the eyes of the general public, Xiao Yanling, who is in tears at the moment, is an angel, while Van Gogh trying to harm her is a demon.
The female reporter hardened her heart and continued to ask: "What happened that day? What did Fangallo do to you?"
Xiao Yanling shivered a little, then hesitated to pull open the collar: "He pinched my neck and covered my mouth, I can't breathe."
Seeing a purple streak on the little girl's neck, the female reporter took a breath, and the audience behind the screen almost smashed the keyboard and mouse. No need to wash it! If you damage a little girl like this, Van Gogh really has to wash it! Scum to die!
There was a lot of scolding in the live broadcast room. Through everyone's forwarding and publicity, the number of viewers was skyrocketing, and soon exceeded 50,000, 60,000, 70,000 ...
Xiao Yanling cried low and hugged herself tightly without breaking loudly, but it was broken and distressed. The female reporter couldn't ask any more, and he hurriedly turned a piece of chocolate out of the bag, comforting: "No more crying, no more crying, the teacher invites you to eat chocolate. The mood will be better if you eat sweets. You know, many They are all paying attention to this matter, they will not let those who harm you go unpunished. We will protect you and help you. "
Xiao Yanling took the chocolate cautiously and choked: "Thank you teacher, I am not afraid. Will the bad guys be punished? Would he be locked up?" She wiped away her tears, revealing a strong smile, but more so The audience in the live broadcast was distressed and heartbroken. Her tear-washed face exuded amazing beauty and fragility, so that the audience eagerly wrote: [Little angel, you must be strong! We will protect you! We will raise funds for you to hire the best lawyers and let Van Goghe go to jail! 】
At the same time, an organization called "Lingling Support Association" has been quietly established, and the number is still quite large. Everyone actively donated and vowed to bankrupt Van Gogh!
Xiao Yanling left alone, and the female reporter stayed in the multimedia classroom to communicate with colleagues: [This child is so distressing, I prepared a lot of questions that I did n’t dare to ask, afraid she would think of something bad. 】
[You ca n’t do this! The number of people in the live broadcast room is still growing, so we can't end it with such a good momentum! You call her back again. 】
[But she is going to class, I ca n’t disturb her class. The teacher will ask if she can't find her, and will find me out when the time comes. Our interview did not obtain the consent of the school and the guardian, which is theoretically illegal. 】
[In this way, you go to her classroom and secretly film her daily lessons. As long as she appears in the camera, she can keep the audience. This child has a very attractive trait, it will definitely be amazing to grow up in the future! 】
[That line, I go to steal her daily routine. The female reporter adjusted the pinhole camera again, and walked towards Xiao Yanling's classroom.

Xiao Yanling, who had already eased her mood a little bit, returned to the classroom and found that she was still crying at the same table. Many girls gathered around her to comfort her, and said indignantly: "Xiao Yanling is so good! He even twisted the doll's head!"
"Yeah, I hate the person who twists the doll's head the most. My younger brother always likes to do this. I have fought him many times!"
"We are not playing with Xiao Yanling!"
"I won't play with her anymore!"
"I'm going to have a close relationship with her!"
You see, the child's world is so simple. If you don't like it, you don't like it.
Undoubtedly, this is equivalent to a scene of betrayal and sorrow that deeply hurt Xiao Yanling's eyes. She strode over and screamed, "Why are you still crying? Are you bothered? Isn't it a doll? I let me Mom pays you a hundred! "
"I don't want to buy a new one, I want this doll! Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooing was like ..." At the same table, crying while trying to put the baby's head back, but the plastic at the joints was completely torn by Xiao Yanling, and he couldn't go back. Seeing the doll's head trembling down on his palm, he cried more loudly at the same table, causing all the girls to stare at Xiao Yanling with the enemy.
Xiao Yanling looked at the wall clock on the wall, and then looked at the classmates who still surrounded themselves but were already very unfriendly to themselves, only to think it was like a nightmare. The teacher is coming in a few minutes, and will definitely sue at the same table, so his image in the teacher's mind will be ruined. No one will love themselves, they will hurt themselves!
This thought plunged Xiao Yanling into a state of fear and anger. She feels that everyone is so abominable, everyone must be eradicated like Van Gogh. As long as she destroys everything in front of her, she can restore a beautiful world.
Her eyes swept across everyone's face, and then began to scream hysterically: "Shut up, shut up, shut up! You shut up for me!"
The noisy children were deprived of their voice in an instant.
Xiao Yanling looked at the same table and shouted: "Don't cry! You're so annoying!"
The eyes, ears, nose, and nose of the same table gurgled with blood, and then fell down. This scene frightened all the children. They began to run away. Their faces were extremely frightened, but there was no sound in their mouths. This weird scene happened to be shot by a female reporter. Seeing Xiao Yanling's vicious face, and seeing the little girl bleeding on the desk, she was stunned. There was still silence in the live broadcast room.
Teacher Luo, the head teacher of the class, walked into the classroom at this moment and yelled, "What did you run, what did you run, and after class, I sat back!"
Some children ran away, and some children did not realize the danger, but just stood there dumbly. When the bell rang, Xiao Yanling looked at the classroom door, and the classroom door slammed shut; Xiao Yanling looked at the open window again, so even the windows closed one by one, making a loud bang.
This weird scene looked silly at Teacher Luo, and finally made her realize that the situation was wrong. She hurried to the door and found that it could not be opened anyway.
"How did the doors and windows close automatically? Did you change the intelligent system?" She hadn't thought of things to Xiao Yanling at this time. She was about to look at the window, but she found a little girl with bloodshed in Qiqiao. !! Liu Lanlan, Liu Lanlan! What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you? "
She didn't dare to touch the little girl at all. She just sniffed the other person's nose and then panicked 120, only to find that her cell phone had no signal.
"What's the matter with her? When did it happen?" The head teacher looked at Xiao Yanling subconsciously, only to find that the other's expression was terrible, and there was a trace of blood slowly flowing from the corner of her mouth.
In order to control the classroom and the people in the classroom, Xiao Yanling once again used his ability. But her broken body could not bear such a load, so the injury was aggravated a bit. She sat down on the stool and gasped heavily. With her weakness, the imprisonment she imposed on her classmates finally disappeared.
"Mr. Luo, Xiao Yanling is a monster! She killed Liu Lanlan! She didn't allow us to speak, and we couldn't speak!" As soon as he was free, the children ran to the head of the class and cried out to tell what happened just now.
If in the past, the head teacher would never believe such ridiculous words, but she looked at Liu Lanlan, whose life and death were unknown, looked at Xiao Yanling's vicious, child-like eyes, and looked at the inexplicably closed doors and windows. A very terrible association. There is a movie called "Witch Carrie", is it not the story of a girl with a strange ability to take revenge?
But everyone is very friendly to Xiao Yanling, and it can even be said that they usually circle around her, which kind of hatred has she recovered?
Teacher Luo thoughtfully while drawing the children behind him, and then tried to open the doors and windows. But it was useless, the door could not be opened, the window could not be opened, and it was useless to smash the stool. The layer of transparent glass became harder than the steel plate. The escaped child did not dare to run far, and now he was lying on the window sill looking at everyone anxiously, and a female teacher stood stunned outside the classroom, the cold sweat of her forehead flowing down.
"Call 110! Call the police!" The head teacher shouted at the female teacher on the window. The children around her were so startled that they cried and cried out to Mom and Dad.
These four words were inserted into Xiao Yanling's heart like a sharp knife, which made her mobilize the last trace of strength and roar: "Don't shout! You will not have father and mother! Because you will all die!"
Her tresses had long since spread out, and at this moment there was no wind, and the top of her head, four fans without a switch on, were whizzing around in circles, from slow to fast, to severe tremors, buzz ... Seeing that it is about to fall, every rapidly rotating fan blade will be turned into a steel knife to reap the lives of children!
Teacher Luo quickly realized this and quickly shouted: "Drill down under the table! Hurry up! Don't squeeze them together, danger!"
Some children immediately burrowed under the table, while others were stupid and could not move at all. Teacher Luo had to press their heads hard and tuck them under the table. But this is too slow, so many children, one by one, when will it stop? The ceiling fan above the head has made a creaking noise, and the screws at the connection are crackling and falling ...
Teacher Luo had no choice but to drag the tables quickly to enclose the children and put the stool on the table and the children to give them a layer of protection. But she was exposed to Xiao Yanling's eyes, and she was firmly fixed by her vicious eyes. Liu Lanlan's breath lying down at her feet also gradually weakened.
A hurricane was blowing in the classroom, blowing everyone's hair, blowing test papers and books everywhere, and even throwing children's stationery boxes, pens, school bags, wall paintings and other objects into the sky. Some ballpoint pens and fountain pens were cut off by fan blades, and the splashed blue and black ink stained the snow-white walls and clean doors and windows.
The female reporter lying on the window was frightened and screamed by a sudden smashing hanging picture, but was shocked to find that even under such a crit, these originally fragile glass was still unbreakable! The doors and windows in the classroom and outside the classroom are separated into two worlds. The people inside cannot escape, and the outside cannot enter.
She began to realize that the situation was wrong, and quickly took out her mobile phone to prepare for the alarm, but was frightened again by the situation in the classroom.
Those fans fell down, and three hit the children ’s heads, but were blocked by the pile of tables and chairs. There was no horrible scene of blood splashing three feet, but Teacher Luo, who had nowhere to hide, was hit by the last fan. In, fell in the pool of blood. A fan blade was inserted into her body diagonally from her shoulder, but she turned her head and tried to see the children.
"Xiao Yanling, please let your classmates go, they haven't hurt you at ordinary times." She begged angrily.
Xiao Yanling didn't care about her at all, and she didn't care about her injury at all, just took out a cell phone from her schoolbag and started making calls over and over again. The stool she sat on and Liu Lanlan lying at her feet were the only intact existence in the classroom.
After the storm, the classroom with its clear windows was turned into a ruin. The blood of Teacher Luo was slowly flowing on the ground, scaring away the classmates who were just lying on the windowsill and looking in.
The female reporter stood stiffly and murmured again and again with a trembling voice: "What is this? A single idea can kill, Xiao Yanling what is it?"
The live broadcast room that used to be full of screens with "Little Angels We Protect You" is now dead.