Wei Zhao knew that the situation was exposed and could only continue chasing Cao Yan. The classmates around saw it but dared not intervene. In this decadent school, it was difficult enough to survive, so how could they dare to help others?

I still remember the blood spurting out from Cao Yan's proud and merciless mouth, one after another. She was so young, she just wanted to live, what's wrong with her?

There are no good people in this school. Are there really no good people here? Every student here has their own suffering and their own helplessness.

Wei Zhao tied me and Li Qing to the boiler room. He wanted to start a normal fire and burn us to death.

Then he could continue to live openly in this world, be a good teacher, and satisfy his selfish desires in this sinful school.

He didn't expect the fire to be too big. It burned nearly ten kilograms of diesel in another room. The bright flames engulfed the entire school. Wei Zhao and some of the school leaders ran out.

In this fire, not a single student tried to extinguish it. Perhaps death was a kind of rebirth for them. As for those teachers who committed atrocities, they didn't even know how to use a fire extinguisher. They only cared about saving their own lives.

At the critical moment, Li Qing let the rope that bound her burn and sent me out through the window. I still remember what she said to me,

"Bai Qi, you run. I can't see the dawn. Even if I escape, the result will be my mother marrying me off to my younger brother in exchange for a dowry. You run, you see what the dawn looks like for me.

You try it for me, a school where no one is bullied or beaten, where both men and women can enjoy equal education. What does it look like?"