In a teacher's office at K City's XX Middle School.
The "Director of Instruction" sat behind a desk, doing his best to hide the emotions within, yet his hands clenching and unclenching, and the too-frequent swallowing betrayed his inner panic.
It was no wonder, for a bomb had suddenly turned up at the school where he had spent over 30 years. If not for his fortuitous discovery, the consequences would have been unthinkable. At this thought, the old man in his fifties couldn't help but envision scenes of an explosion, with walls in ruins and blood and flesh scattered all about. Startled by this image, he quickly shook his head, dispelling the horrific scenes from his mind.
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"Knock, knock, knock~" There came a knock at the door, but it was merely a formality. The person outside didn't wait for him to say "Come in" and just pushed the door open.