In the first semester of junior high school, I made a "fatal mistake".

My head teacher couldn't bear to see me "degenerate" like this, so he actually "entrusted me with an important task" and asked me to keep the keys to the classroom.

Since the teacher thinks highly of me, how can I live up to the teacher's trust? So, from the day I took over the key, I was the first student to go and the last student to leave in the class. Because I couldn't let my classmates arrive at school.

But because I didn’t open the classroom door, I stood outside the classroom. I couldn’t leave earlier than my classmates who were on duty to clean the classroom. In that case, what if the classroom door was not locked and the tables and benches were stolen by bad guys?

My teacher is really a good teacher. The training of a person's sense of responsibility and time perspective can be realized with such a small key.

However, there was one day. It was probably the last Friday before the final exam. The female students in the class studied very seriously. They were reluctant to leave the classroom after school, and they reviewed their homework together in the classroom.

As for me, maybe I was addicted to gaming. So I said to them half-jokingly and half-threateningly: "Auntie, you go home and have dinner. Each of you go back to your own home to review, don't influence each other here."

These female overlords actually said: "We just won't go back. There are too many things at home when we go back, and we can't concentrate on reviewing."

Some even said: "We just won't leave, let's see what you can do to us."

One of them even said, "That's right, we have to sit there until dark."

There are also some unpleasant things to say...

I really couldn't stand their stimulation and humiliation. I said: "Then you sit down slowly and I will lock the door and leave. If you want to go home, I will open it for you later."

After locking the door, I went to the school gate and pretended to leave, hoping to scare them.

As a result, by some strange coincidence, I actually left. And I walked to the game hall. I forgot myself while playing in the game world.

The female classmates in the school were miserable. It was getting dark, the school was quiet, and they were hungry. But I locked the door. They were too honest and didn't dare to mess with the lock or the door.

When I broke out, I cried in the classroom. But the classroom is still far away from the teachers’ dormitories.

I don’t know how long they cried. One teacher went to the toilet. Because the toilet was right next to the classroom, the teacher naturally heard the "powerful" cry.

This teacher was also stupid, or he didn't want to take the responsibility of breaking the lock or the door. He actually didn't open the door, but reported it to our class teacher.

The head teacher heard the news. He ran to the classroom three steps at a time, kicked the door open with a flying kick, and then put back the crying flower bones.

That's good. Classmate Jiang Zheng's family also lives in the school. He also learned the news from his father. This guy is also very upright, so he ran to the game hall to find me.

I heard him tell me the news. I didn't realize how serious it was. I just thought about the teacher kicking open the classroom door. Was it locked? I had to go and see. So I went back to school with Jiang Zheng.

It was getting dark, and I looked at the classroom door from a distance like a big black hole, and I was still a little scared. I mustered up the courage to take a closer look. The classroom door had been kicked open, and the lock was still attached to the iron buckle.

On the door frame, the door is not broken yet. Use the key to open the lock, remove the iron buckle, fumble for a pebble, and knock the iron buckle straight on the cement floor at the door of the classroom. Then insert the iron buckle into the hole in the door.

Put a stone on the back of the door to hold against the iron buckle, and then use the stone to knock the iron buckle from the front until the iron buckle inside bends to tighten it on the door. You can lock the door and go home with peace of mind.

When I stepped into the house, I saw my aunt's grandfather, grandmother, father-in-law, mother-in-law, father, mother, maid, aunt, aunt... They seemed to have made an appointment to come to my house.

For one purpose, they came to ask for an explanation.

For a moment, my house was very lively. The voices of accusations, the solemn apologies of my parents, and the unexplained barking of the black tiger all mixed together and poured out to me like a ****.

The neighbors watching the excitement may be because the main hall and the courtyard are already so crowded that even the road outside the door is crowded with people watching the excitement.

Without any suspense, the "education" of sticks fell on me ruthlessly like raindrops. I could only protect my head and face with my hands instinctively, and could not care about other places.

My father seemed to want to dump the "humiliation" he had suffered on me, and the scolding from my mother's side was like fanning the flames. Under the stick, the skin was torn open, blood and tears flowed, and I wailed and cried, my voice was hoarse...

When everyone saw this, they started to disperse like birds and beasts for fear of causing harm to people.

The bustling house suddenly became quiet again. My parents, who were tired from being beaten and scolded enough, went to bed. They have their own things to do tomorrow. My brothers who were frightened were also afraid that talking to me would injure them.

I also took a shower and went to sleep.

In the empty courtyard, I was left curled up like a "lost dog" and reflecting on my "mistakes".

It was late at night, and I woke up alone. Fortunately, the black tiger was not asleep yet, and only its shining dog eyes were looking at me. At that moment, I felt that I had become a "shame" to the whole family, a "scum", and a shameful person.

I've lost all my parents' "face". In their words, what's the point of living in this world for a person like me?

I cried, but there was no sound. It was not that I was afraid that my crying would wake anyone up, but that I had become dumb from crying.

I laughed, and made a major decision. I slowly got up, and I seemed to feel no pain. I just felt that I was "fat", and my whole body was burning and warm. Maybe my eyelids were also swollen.
Chapter completed!