I Am Just a Support Teacher

"Ok?"

Hearing Yang Xin's question, the stewardess looked up at him with a blank expression.

After a while, the stewardess asked Yang Xin: "You, who are you?"

When she was speaking, she might have seen the pistol in Yang Xin's hand, and her expression suddenly showed a frightened look.

"Don't be afraid. I'm a passenger on the plane. I've dealt with the terrorists outside. Now there are only three terrorists in the cockpit. Can you open the door of the cockpit?" the stewardess asked.

Facing the door of the cockpit of the airliner, Yang Xin had no choice.

The only person here who is more familiar with this plane is the stewardess. Yang Xin wants to try to see if the stewardess can open the cabin door.

"Aren't you a terrorist?" The flight attendant's expression of fear decreased a lot when she heard Yang Xin say that she was not a terrorist, but she still asked.

At this time, He Qingqing on the side spoke, and he said to the stewardess: "Yes, we are not terrorists. If we were terrorists, would we save you?"

Hearing He Qingqing's voice, the stewardess turned her head to look at He Qingqing's appearance, and felt a little relieved.

However, there was still some vigilance in her expression, and she said to Yang Xin: "If the door of the cockpit of this airliner is locked from the inside, it cannot be opened from the outside.

"Oh! It's over!"

Hearing the stewardess' words, Yang Xin sighed heavily, and his whole person looked extremely disheartened.

He didn't just ask the stewardess just now, he also asked Xiaowei if there was a way to open the door.

However, the answer Xiaowei told him was: there is no way to open it.

From Xiaowei's tone, Yang Xin heard despair.

This shows that the system is likely to be an existence that both prospers and loses with him. Maybe when he dies, the system will disappear.

The current situation is that if you can't open the door to the cockpit, you can't deal with the terrorists, and they will die.

Terrorists will definitely not open the door for him, and the ending waiting for him may be to be crashed by terrorists driving a plane together.

Xiaowei's words made Yang Xin despair.

"Honey, we are going to die, are you afraid?" Yang Xin suddenly knelt down and hugged He Qingqing.

"I'm a little scared." He Qingqing's face turned pale and her body trembled. Facing death, it would be a lie to say that she wasn't afraid.

When she spoke, she couldn't help but shed tears from her eyes.

"Don't be afraid, I will accompany you. We have made some contributions to society in this life, and we will die without regret."

Yang Xin helped He Qingqing wipe away tears and said: "I believe that even if we die, our names will be passed down through the ages."

Yang Xin has no doubts about whether he can be remembered by history.

Even if he died, there would definitely be many celebrities among her students in the future. It would be very difficult for a teacher who had taught so many celebrities not to be remembered.

Just like Guiguzi, although he has never been a scholar in his life, he is famous for teaching Su Qin, Zhang Yi, Sun Bin, Pang Juan, Mao Sui and other disciples.

Yang Xin believes that he will never be worse than Guiguzi.

"Honey, do you have any wishes or last words in this life? Maybe this will be our last moment in this world." Yang Xin said to He Qingqing.

"I, I really want to take another look at Xiyue." He Qingqing said with tears.

Hearing He Qingqing's words, Yang Xin was silent for a moment and said, "I miss Xiyue too."

"Are you Chinese?" Just as the two were talking, the stewardess on the side spoke.

Yang Xin looked at the speaking stewardess, and his pupils shrank immediately.

Because, the pistol in his hand was actually held by the stewardess.

Yang Xin thought about it for a while, it seemed that when he wiped He Qingqing's tears just now, he put the pistol on the ground.

Fortunately, judging by the flight attendant's appearance, she didn't point the pistol at him and He Qingqing, otherwise he might have killed the flight attendant immediately.

"Are you Chinese?" Seeing that the two were silent, the stewardess continued to ask.

"Yes." Yang Xin nodded, he didn't need to hide this.

He won't survive anyway, so there's no need to hide which country he is from.

"Are you really not terrorists?" The stewardess continued to ask.

"No." Yang Xin shook his head.

Then he asked the stewardess: "Is there any other communication equipment on the plane? Can I talk to my family on the ground?"

"Well, there are actually CDMA base stations on the plane, but they are generally not used. After the base station is activated, passengers on the plane can use their mobile phones to contact their family members on the ground." The stewardess said to Yang Xin.

"That's great, where is the base station opened? I want to contact my family, I have some last words to tell my family." Yang Xin said happily to the flight attendant.

Faced with the imminent death, Yang Xin was actually happy when he learned that he could contact his family, and he didn't know if he was careless.

"The switch of the base station is right there. You go to open the cover and press the green button to turn on the CDMA base station." The stewardess pointed to a place and said.

Hearing what the flight attendant said, Yang Xin stepped forward and followed the flight attendant's instructions without saying a word.

When he hits the button, he pulls out his phone and waits.

After about 30 seconds, he really found that there was a signal on the phone, but the signal was not very good. Maybe it was fine to make a call, but it was difficult to send a video.

At the same time, at this moment, Yang Xin was not the only one who discovered that the mobile phone had a signal.

In the cabin, some passengers also accidentally discovered the mobile phone signal, because when they called their family members in despair, they found that they had dialed.

When the mobile phone got a signal, Yang Xin immediately dug out a number and dialed it.

At the same time, He Qingqing also leaned against Yang Xin, watching him make a call.

Soon, the call will be connected

"Ashin, why did you call me?" Mother Yang asked Yang Xin.

"Mother Yang, are you asleep?" Yang Xin asked over the phone with a trembling tone.

"Not yet, I just made a glass of milk for Xiyue, and Xiyue is drinking milk." Mother Yang said to Yang Xin.

"According to the flight schedule, you should be in Tokyo now? When will you transfer back to China?" Mother Yang asked Yang Xin.

She probably didn't know that Yang Xin's call with him at this time was his last words.

"Mother Yang, can I let Xiyue talk?" At this time, He Qingqing asked on the phone.

"Okay! I'll let Xiyue talk to you now." Mama Yang agreed, and then the two of them heard the sound of walking on the other end of the phone.

"Xi Yue, Mom and Dad are calling you, hurry up and talk to Mom and Dad." Mother Yang's voice rang on the other end of the phone.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Xinke and He Qingqing heard a childish voice: "Dad, Mom! When will you come back, Xiyue misses you so much!"

Hearing your voices on the phone, at this moment, He Qingqing finally couldn't bear it, and burst into tears.

"Mom, why are you crying! Did Xiyue make you angry?"

"No, no, mom is not angry, mom misses you!" He Qingqing said in a choking voice.