I originally wanted to call Yueyue, but then I just forgot it. I couldn’t call a big boy.

Just "him"!

We are the fate of evil. These words did not come from my mouth. They were glaring at me one day, and gave me a blank look and said leisurely.

We didn't know each other in the sixth grade of elementary school, so I never knew that there was a him next class. Therefore, in junior high school, some students in the same school were familiar with each other, but he was the only one. I looked very unfamiliar, although some people said that we had different classes in the same school before.

We are the front and back tables, and I have been in front and back, and the same is true for three years. He doesn't like talking, it's just an appearance. Although he is very white, his male classmates say that he has kidney deficiency, but in fact he is very black-bellied. He always looks like a cold and always runs out of his nose. However, when it comes to fighting, hum, he is just a dark horse.

We have a bad relationship because we are either quarreling or quarreling. Sometimes it is two people quarreling, sometimes it is three people, plus my deskmate, his bad friend. Now that I think about it carefully, I always seem to be "screamed" for no reason! Because I am not on the side of his bad friend, but at this time I am innocent. I was also shot by him while lying down, and then I stood on his side. This is because of my kindness. There is no way. Seeing that he is often bullied by his bad friend, I saw that he was injustice, so I drew my sword to help. Who would have expected that he would not know how to fight me with his bad friend. He is a capital ungrateful wolf.

However, when he talks, he is quarreling with me, and he will hardly speak except that.

But then, this was broken by his pig-like deskmate.

His pig's deskmate is a fake girl. He thinks he is a pure man and very "despises" the fake girl. But the fake girl is still a chatterbox and likes to talk to him in class and after class. My bad friends and I often joke that they are like a "couple" and they flirt with each other every day. He gave me and his bad friends countless eyes and countless bad words. We just looked at him quietly and smiled, feeling that he must be very quiet now. In order to stop the rumors, he still chose to "separate". Faced with his good pig friend's request to him to return home again and again, he didn't even look at him, and I felt aggrieved for the fake girl.

At the end of the story, the princess and the prince broke up completely. Seeing that their relationship was not getting better, the teacher decisively adjusted the seats, and I was also implicated.

No matter how we change, we always have always been in front of me and behind me. I feel that the old classmate has bad eyes and always brings me and him together.

One afternoon, the sky outside was a little dark and stuffy. I opened the window to get some breath, but I actually made a small piece of it missing from the broken window. I tried to stick it with tape. He said to me, "Stop it, the more I draw it, the darker it becomes!"

It would be fine if he didn't help, he was still talking sarcastic. When I was angry, I really didn't worry about the broken window. Later, the window was broken and no one noticed that its wound became bigger. But we were still in front and back tables.

His schoolbag often carries two things, books and snacks.

He often puts novels on the table, but books always lie down in a regular manner. I asked him why he didn't read them. Is it very good to put them on? Answer: It feels comfortable, and I feel comfortable too. I asked again, why are you buying books for nothing? Answer: I didn't voluntarily!

Then, it brings the novel, materially, he is the master, spiritually, me.

If other girls didn't like to find him for something to eat, I really didn't know that he had always brought snacks. Looking at him, he felt that he was no longer eating fireworks.

A certain woman asked him for something to eat. After asking for it for a long time, a certain girl returned to her seat angrily and said, "Stingy!" I covered her and laughed, and felt that a certain woman was a little greedy. Didn't she eat his food all the time before? Although it wasn't often!

Give it! Two bags of dried beans were thrown on my table. A woman must be a dog. She ran over again and threw a bag to her. She looked at me and muttered: I asked you not to give it to you. If you didn’t look for you in the back desk, you gave it to you. Isn’t this obvious bias? We both ignored it. When we were rumored to be my name on the biology desk, we still ignored it. The ultimate friendship between ordinary people will not understand. There is no need to go into it or ask.

We rarely communicate in human language, no, it is a quarrel.
Chapter completed!