The voice-activated lights in the corridor were off, and it was dark all around, Beifan shouted loudly twice, and the lights in the corridor turned on again. He felt tired and walked up the stairs.

At this point, the school building seems to be empty, and all the students in the class should have gone home. Bei Fan thought about it and unconsciously quickened his pace.

Sure enough, when he came to the class card of the seventh class of high school, he looked into the classroom and found that there was no one. They all went home, and He Beifan felt a little helpless when he thought about it.

He silently walked to the door of the classroom and pushed the door, something happened to Beifan's surprise, the door in front of him didn't move at all, "How can this be?" He looked down and fiddled with the doorknob again, realizing that the classroom door was locked.

"Holy." Beifan, who has always been polite, just wants to swear at this time, "How can they do this?" Before leaving, He Beifan also put his schoolbag on the desk in the front row, he thought it would be conspicuous enough, but as a result, his classmates locked him out of the left door.

"What can I do? I'm still in my bag. Beifan couldn't help complaining, but there was no one around, so naturally no one paid attention to him. If you encounter such bad luck, I'm afraid, no matter how much you complain, it won't help.

Beifan's whole person was in chaos, he had never encountered such a thing, it was really a joke. There is a small window facing the corridor in the classroom, this window has attracted Beifan's attention, although it is very tall, he He Beifan is not short, the window is open, and under the small window should be a desk closest to the door.

Why don't you go in through the window? This is certainly a bold idea, but He Beifan believes that it is necessary to implement it. For the current situation, he can only make this kind of attempt, whether it is dangerous or not, it is not so important to him He Beifan. Bei Fan thought like this, and glanced at the watch on his wrist again, why, it's all like this, he has never returned home so late, and his mother should be worried.

It seems that he doesn't have time to hesitate now, Bei Fan's eyes are quick, he jumps suddenly, and wants to grab the lattice of the small window, but he suddenly loses his hand, and his feet are back on the ground.

He felt a little struggling, Beifan climbed over the wall, but the wall was potholed after all, and he could be given some support points. The walls of the school building in front of him were smooth, and there was nothing to support them.

Forget it, forget it, whose life is not made up of countless firsts. It doesn't hurt for him to open the window once, thinking about it, Beifan will cheer himself up, fail once, and have a second time. He jumped violently, as if exerting the strength of his whole body, and this time he succeeded, and Beifan's hand successfully rested on the window lattice.

Because there was no one to help, He Beifan felt that he was extremely laborious, and he struggled to lift his right leg and stretch towards the small window. But just touching a point, his hand kept sliding, he had no strength, and then he let go, from a half-empty position, this time he was not so lucky, his feet did not fall to the ground, instead of his knees on him.

Although the school pants played a certain cushioning role in the friction of his legs, He Beifan still felt the pain in his heart, and he hurriedly stood up, feeling that his knees were all gone. It feels really uncomfortable to kneel on the ground, but my brother is often punished for kneeling, and he can't understand how much endurance Beichen has to endure such abuse.

He Beifan glanced down at his school pants, the damn pants were torn, the quality of this school uniform was too poor, and it was sold at such a good price. Bei Fan felt that he must be extremely embarrassed now, and in normal times, he would definitely find a crack in the ground to get into, but it doesn't matter now, since no one notices him, then try again.

He Beifan has always been a child who does not admit defeat, and this time is no exception. The small window was in front of him, Beifan looked up and could see it, it was nothing remarkable, just a window, it was not so difficult to climb over, as long as he He Beifan wanted to do it, there was nothing he He Beifan couldn't do.

What's more, he thinks that his physical fitness is still quite good. Bei Fan took a deep breath, and on the third attempt, he jumped and grabbed the top end of the window lattice, this time his movements were very fast, and his left leg had already hooked into the classroom, but because the window was small, he felt very uncomfortable being caught in the middle. Beifan struggled to lean forward angrily and leaned into the classroom.

However, in the panic, Beifan forgot about the existence of the clock on the side wall. His head also reached into the small window, but he accidentally touched the clock on the wall, the large watch was powerless, it was only supported by a pushpin nailed to the wall. So, it fell helplessly.

With a "pop", the gold-rimmed watch fell to the ground, shattering the glass on the dial and leaving a lot of glass slag on the floor.

This scared He Beifan, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's a disaster. He seemed to have forgotten that he was sitting on the window edge, and that he was still some distance away from the nearest desk.

He jumped so recklessly, Bei Fan thought that he could easily and perfectly land on the desk, but he was too naïve. Beifan did not fall on the desk, but fell to the ground. This is actually nothing, but the moment he fell, Beifan did not stand firm, but his ankle hit the ground. He suddenly felt a sharp pain, Beifan wanted to stand up, but found that he couldn't stand up, so he simply sat on the cold floor.

There was no doubt that his ankle was injured, and Beifan just tried to shake it gently, and then he felt unbearable pain, so he sat on the ground honestly, not daring to move rashly.

Beifan kept encouraging himself to stand up, but he found it in vain. He let the time pass, imagining that the pain would gradually subside. After a long pause, he slowly stood up.

The mobile phone that fell not far away kept ringing, but Beifan didn't have the ability to reach it. Probably, because she hadn't come home so late, my mother was starting to get anxious.

Beifan thought about it more and more irritated, he couldn't care about the pain in his ankle, and his mother's call made him more and more anxious, so he could only reluctantly move in the direction of the mobile phone ringtone. He was finally one step away from it, but the bell suddenly stopped.

But He Beifan still bent down and picked up the mobile phone on the ground, he was about to check the missed call on the mobile phone screen, but a call came again, showing the words "Beichen" on it.

It seems that his brother called him, but his mother kept calling his mobile phone but no one answered, and he found Beichen in a hurry, and he knew that he hadn't gone home yet.

Bei Fan thought about it and swiped the phone screen, "Hey, brother." His voice was a little small, but it made He Beichen breathe a sigh of relief.

There was an anxious tone from the other end of the phone, in Fan's impression, He Beichen rarely did this, he always gave himself a sense of calmness, "Fan, where are you now?" Why haven't you come home so late? ”

He Beifan was about to answer his question, but Beichen didn't give him this opportunity, he continued to comfort, "It's not safe for you to come home so late, and your aunt called, why didn't you answer?" Even if you have a conflict with your aunt, you shouldn't be like this, how worried should she be? Fan, hurry up and go home, don't be so willful. ”

Before He Beifan could speak, Beichen created a good mood for him. This made Beifan have to admire his brother's imagination, and he was also worried about himself.

"Brother, brother, listen to me." Bei Fan interrupted He Beichen's words unexpectedly, he had never done this, and he also felt that it was rude to do so, but he really had no choice. The other end of the phone suddenly fell silent.

"I went to the music room today, and when I came back, I found that the door of the classroom was locked, and I was locked out of the classroom." Beifan said, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, but he had nothing to hide from He Beichen, who had played since he was a child.

So Van paused, and continued, "I wanted to come in and get my bag, so I climbed through the window, and I'm still in the classroom. ”

"You're in the classroom? Then you hurry home. He Beichen looked surprised on the other end of the phone, "Take the schoolbag and come back quickly, don't delay time." Bei Chen stared anxiously.

"Brother, I just opened the window, and when I came down, I didn't stand firmly, and I twisted my foot." Bei Fan said, and his voice gradually lowered, "So, I'm still a little struggling to walk now, I maybe, maybe, I don't know what time I'll get home." ”

"Huh? You twisted your foot? Are you mistaken? Is it serious? He Beichen's voice became trembling, Beifan was the soft place in his heart, and when he was injured, his heart was like a knife.

"I just feel a lot of pain." He Beifan is also a person who is unwilling to be weak, but he doesn't mind showing weakness to his brother.

He Beichen is a complete protector maniac, unless it is an academic matter, otherwise, as long as Beifan is wronged a little, he will rush forward immediately, and this time is no exception.

"You wait." Beifan could even hear his brother's breathing running, "You sit in your seat and rest for a while, I'll pick you up from school now." He Beichen said in a hurried tone, "Sit there, don't move around casually, don't twist yourself again." Bei Chen hung up the phone as he spoke.

"Hey, brother, you don't need it, brother?" Every time he encountered difficulties, Beichen stepped forward, so he didn't want to trouble his brother anymore. He should be very busy now, and it's really inconvenient to come over. But the phone had already hung up, and all Beifan could hear was an empty tone.

He touched his phone screen and struggled to sit down on the nearest bench, his eyes moistened. He is not a person who loves to cry, but Beifan is always an exception in He Beichen's affairs.