"What's there to see? Do you know how many girls there are in our third year of high school?"
"Uh, how much?"
"There are about thirty students in a class, and there are fifteen classes, which means 450 girls. However, there are only two women's restrooms. And basically no one goes to the one on the fourth floor."
"Well, what next? Does this have any direct or indirect relationship with the toilet?"
"Four hundred and fifty girls, assuming that the aunt comes once a month for seven days. In other words, on average, more than 40 girls come to the aunt every day. Believe it or not, the environment in the women's restroom will never be better than ours.
The men's room is much better. I'll let you go in, and all you see are "big" band-aids. Just like the RB country flag." Liu Tao used his rational persuasion to interrupt the macho man's irrationality.
an idea.
"Well, from what you said, it really sounds like this. In that case, let's not visit the women's restroom. Let's go." The macho man waved. The two of them walked slowly.
, walked towards the first classroom on the third floor.
The only terrorist left in the classroom was probably tired of being guarded by one person. He was sitting on the podium with a gun in one hand and flipping through the Chinese textbook intentionally or unintentionally.
There was a gun-wielding terrorist sitting on the podium, while dozens of students were sitting extremely quietly under the stage. The students did not dare to move. It was much quieter than usual self-study classes. Seeing such a scene,
Liu Tao felt deeply. It seems that the education system in the future needs to be greatly reformed. Well, all teachers must be assigned a gun. Any student who dares to desert or chat will be shot to death.
Of course, Liu Tao's idea was just a momentary impulse. If the school really implements this system, the first person to be shot will definitely be the principal.
Seeing Liu Tao and the tough guy walking into the classroom, the terrorist sitting on the podium couldn't help but asked them with a puzzled look, "Where are No. 7 and No. 18, and No. 64?"
The three people the terrorists asked were naturally the unlucky ones who were tricked into the studio by Superman and the others not long ago.
"Them? Oh, the boss has another task for them. Now let the two of us take over." Liu Tao lied without blushing or heartbeat.
Hearing Liu Tao's answer, the terrorist had no doubts. At this moment, Liu Tao pointed to the ground.