After entering society, similar scenes played out again.
On that day at the stairwell, he saw the stuffed pancake in his colleague’s hand, emitting a tantalizing aroma, and couldn’t resist stepping forward to share it.
During the playful struggle with his colleague, he accidentally knocked his colleague down the stairs, causing the colleague to break a bone and be hospitalized.
Since then.
The colleague would take a detour upon seeing him...
This kind of experience is countless, and each ti it makes him deeply realize the cost of being greedy...
But each ti he fails to learn from it...
Out of sight, out of mind!
No way!
Only self-restraint can prevent repeating the sa mistake.
But faced with this tempting aroma, those painful mories seed to pale in comparison, and Fan Guangjian’s defenses wavered again.
He struggled internally, but ultimately couldn’t resist the allure of food: "Perhaps, I can sneak in and take a peek at what kind of marinated food this is that makes people drool. Just a glance, I promise to co out imdiately, no delay to the mission..."
"Yes, just a glance..."
He stepped inside, completely forgetting how outlandish his current attire looked.
...
In the kitchen.
Unaware of the anti-riot drill happening in the kindergarten, Huang Jun was lifting a heavy, trembling pig’s trotter from the marinade bucket and placing it on the cutting board.
He picked up the master chef knife, entering the "cutting pig’s trotter" mode.
"Chop chop chop~"
Under Huang Jun’s skilled hands, the pig’s trotter at was quickly cut into evenly shaped, uniformly sized rectangular pieces.
Each piece of pig’s trotter at exuded a tempting luster, with the subtle textures of the at clearly visible under the lights, suggesting its tenderness would lt just with a bite.
Qian Guoxiang, Aunt Li, and Aunt Lin arranged the pieces that Huang Jun sliced onto the bowls of white rice, then poured the rich-colored marinade over the top,
Halved boiled eggs and soft-boiled greens were placed alongside, the greens glistening with a sheen of oil.
Aunt Li puzzled, said: "It’s almost lunchti, why haven’t the childcare teachers from each class co over to collect the als?"
"Indeed, usually by now they’ve started coming. Today it’s really strange, even Teacher Wang from class (4), who usually cos the earliest, hasn’t co." Aunt Lin echoed, puzzled.
"Perhaps they are delayed by sothing!"
Though Huang Jun said this, he couldn’t help but feel a tinge of doubt, but didn’t think much more.
Just then...
A dark figure suddenly barged into the kitchen, looking around slyly, with suspicious intentions.
In Huang Jun and others’ eyes, the figure was hooded and masked, dressed in all black, clearly not a friendly visitor.
Huang Jun and the others beca instantly alert, exchanging glances, seeing shock and unease in each other’s eyes.
But in the next instant...
As everyone fixed their gaze on the gun in that masked person’s hand, the air seed to freeze.
Wait a second!
That masked person’s hand... how co is there a gun?!
Oh my~
Could this person be a terrorist?
But the question arises!
Why did this terrorist co to the kitchen?
To rob the kitchen?
Thinking this way...
This idea sent chills down everyone’s spine; after all, they haven’t encountered such a thrilling scene in all their years...
Fortunately, Aunt Li and Aunt Lin have spent a long ti in the kindergarten and have seen all sorts of odd scenes.
Aunt Li murmured quietly: "Could this be so kind of event? Like an anti-riot activity?"
"But when has the anti-riot drill ever looked like this?" Aunt Lin imdiately retorted.
Indeed!
In previous anti-riot drills, it was usually a "criminal" with a stick rushing into the kindergarten, but before they even entered the classroom, Uncle Li and the teachers quickly subdued them at the campus gate.
Unlike now.
The masked person was hooded and masked, decked out in a combat suit, holding a real gun and live ammunition...
"Quickly, crouch down..."
Realizing the seriousness of the situation, Huang Jun and the others imdiately crouched down, to avoid being shot by the assailant, while scanning the area for usable kitchen tools as defensive weapons.
Aunt Li quickly grabbed a hefty ladle.
Aunt Lin tightly held a large skimr.
Qian Guoxiang also refused to be outdone, seized a giant spatula.
Huang Jun looked around, finding no better weapon, reluctantly picked up a large frying pan.
What?
Why not use the master chef knife?
Well, the chef knife is blind, if it accidentally injures soone else it wouldn’t be good.
And sotis, blunt instrunts like frying pans can be even more powerful than a sharp chef knife.
"Hello, I want..."
Before Fan Guangjian could finish speaking, he saw Huang Jun and the others crouch down, and heard the "clang clanging" from the operation room.
Fan Guangjian: ???
Belatedly reacting to his own attire, Fan Guangjian: "..."
...
The anti-riot drill at Dorami Kindergarten was gradually upgrading, moving past the tense hostage situation phase, now entering an even tenser face-off phase.
Outside Dorami Kindergarten, Guan Shiming held a gaphone, his voice booming like thunder as he shouted into the compound: "Listen up inside, you robbers, you are completely surrounded by our police forces. Put down your weapons imdiately for lenient treatnt!"
"Any conditions or requests you have, you can make them, and we’ll try our best to et them, but, you absolutely must not harm any hostages!"
"..."
As Guan Shiming’s words echoed through the air, the caran nearby faithfully recorded this tense yet real scene.
Every detail, every word was accurately captured.
When these words reached Huang Jun’s ears, his heartbeat instantly accelerated, his whole heart tightened in concern.
The kindergarten... has already been occupied by terrorists?
Even hostages taken?
Qingqing!
Weiwei!
Huang Jun first thought of his two darling daughters.
May nothing bad happen to them, please!
If sothing truly unfortunate occurred, he wouldn’t know how to face the world.
Nor have the courage to continue living!
"Assistant Qian, Aunt Lin, Aunt Li, stay here don’t move, I’m going out to check..."
After speaking, Huang Jun clutched the frying pan, crouched low, and cautiously moved out of the operation room.
Qian Guoxiang and Aunt Lin were slack-jawed upon hearing Guan Shiming’s proclamation, in utter disbelief, and now seeing Huang Jun planning to single-handedly confront the terrorists, how could they just sit idly by, letting Huang Jun take such risks alone.
Thus...
The three of them promptly picked up their kitchen tools and followed closely behind.
Seeing them approach, Huang Jun couldn’t help but scold in a low voice: "Assistant Qian, Aunt Lin, Aunt Li, why are you coming along? Go back..."
"Don’t worry, we are people who have weathered storms; life and death no longer matter to us. But you, you’re still young, with two children to care for, you shouldn’t be in front." Qian Guoxiang and the three affird firmly.
Seeing their determination, Huang Jun didn’t say more, leading them along the walls silently, occasionally looking out to avoid detection by the opposing force during their venture.
Going for a sneak attack!
Hey?
Where is that terrorist?
Where did they go?
Oh!
Standing at the operation room window!
Seeing the opponent’s attention was distracted, Huang Jun suddenly leaped up, moving quickly as lightning.
He relied on his height advantage, lifted the frying pan high, aiming it towards the opponent’s head with full force...
And as Fan Guangjian, who was standing at the window looking inside at the marinated pig’s trotter, suddenly sensed sothing amiss, he turned his head, looked up, and, upon seeing Huang Jun’s stance, cried out in astonishnt: "You..."
But before he could finish speaking, with a "bang—" the frying pan struck hard against Fan Guangjian’s head.
Fan Guangjian instantly fell like a puppet with strings cut, entirely limp, crumpling to the ground with a solid thud.
Thus...
For Fan Guangjian, the price paid for his montary craving was enveloped by this thrilling and dramatic scene...
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