After talking about these stories, are you particularly curious about my lack of emotions or anything? It's as if I don't have a girl in my life.

Haha, it's true, but it's coming. The story started like this, because the contemptible person is okay at studying, and the height is low, and my learning environment since I was a child is the front of the blackboard, either the first or the second.

After the midterm exam, I re-seated myself, and my teacher placed me in the middle of the second row in the middle of the classroom.

I didn't think much about it, I came in with my schoolbag from outside the door, anyway, I don't care, it's the same wherever I put it.

But the funny thing that happened next made me the whole class

"Public enemy", not for boys. Because there are girls in the front and back of me, and there are girls on the left and right, and they are all girls in my class, and even the left front and right are girls, to put it bluntly, I was loaded in the middle by the girls.

Let's put it simply, there are three seats across the middle, and I'm in the second row, you know

I sat in the middle of the word "rice", except for the lower left of the music, the upper right was a man, and the rest were girls.

I'm so depressed, after the seats are divided, the whole class is happy, and they all joke about this, let's change, it's so unfair.

And I'm depressed alone, and the key is that I don't talk to these girls. Now that I think about it, who to talk to, a word suddenly comes to mind

"Rain and dew are evenly wet". In the days that followed, I had a large flock of red flowers around this green leaf. One of the funnier aspects of the class is that there are ridges all around, and I sleep on my stomach in the middle.

There were a few leaf guards sitting around, and they kept a sentry for me one day, and to be honest, they all became sentry guards in the end.

Because they have to copy my homework with a few flowers, they ask me to stare at the teacher one day. In math class, I listened to it for 10 minutes, listened to the focus, and then started the homework, the teacher has developed a habit, the practice questions at the back of the textbook are today's official homework, so basically the teacher finished the class, and my homework was done, and the table on the right was our group leader, and the homework was thrown to him.

Then there's unlimited copying, pasting, and finally that's pretty much how the whole class's homework is done. The friend I was with was the math class representative, and he sat in the back and was in charge of the math of the students in the back.

To put it bluntly, we didn't do our math homework that day, and we basically couldn't collect the homework all day, so there are basically two versions of general mathematics, one is his, the other is mine, and a few can be written down by themselves, and it is not necessarily right to write, word of mouth is not good, and no one copies it.

Because of this, my group leader is also the most talkative of these girls, and I think the most beautiful one.

And I'll focus on her next, and talk about this place that makes me feel that there is still some nostalgia for this junior high school.

Look at how we never talk about what I think of as enemies now, not even enemies, enemies can at least remember, now they have broken off contact at all, they are complete strangers, it's just that I still remember some of the stories we used to have together, that's all.