In an instant, the class president was also arranged, and it was a male classmate.

Immediately after that, the class leader began to distribute textbooks, and it was customary to write down their names immediately every time they sent a textbook in their hands, so as not to forget to write their names and lose the risk of losing the book, which is also the behavior of everyone in the class, and everyone is used to it.

"My name is Alin, what about you?" She spoke to me again, her smiling eyes shining as if they were full of stars.

We looked at each other.

I whispered, "Xu Xiaokui." ”

Alin obviously didn't hear it, but she was smart enough to glance at the name I had written on the title page of the textbook and nodded her head in understanding.

Her approach is very intimate, and she doesn't ask repeatedly, because it will be annoying to be asked over and over again.

However, no one is to blame, the reason can only be themselves.

A freshly baked class schedule determines our tasks for this semester, adhering to psychological adaptability, interspersed with courses that are different and varied.

morning

It's a very simple arrangement, after the distribution of teaching materials, the head teacher gives an order, see you in the afternoon.

Abandon the innocence of children, really have to face the world of big children, when can be alone is the real growth, and I, still on the way to grow, I believe, not far away.

Walking out of the classroom, I didn't go back to the dormitory, but home.

After lunch, pack all your luggage, come to this new starting point again, and set sail again.

However, it seems that it did not go so smoothly at first.

Walking around the campus with a large bag in hand, the long road ahead is the only way to the dormitory, and in the middle you will pass through an empty plaza, surrounded by teaching buildings, playgrounds, libraries and cafeterias.

Vast and unobstructed, perhaps because of noon, only the sun is shining.

Looking at the people scattered around or going in or out, I couldn't help but feel a lazy breath in my heart, and slowed down.

……

Dormitory 207.

Standard eight-person room with bunk beds.

Walking in, compared with the morning, the originally empty dormitory was instantly full, and everyone was busy.

At a very sensitive glance, I saw that the bed I occupied, all the things were neatly laid out, and I looked around to see that the bag I used to occupy the place was thrown on the top bunk?

what？

After a trip home, how did everything change?

"Let's go." Suddenly, a voice interrupted me.

I turned slightly to the side, and a girl walked by, sat down in my place, took out a puff and started to touch up my makeup, and my first impression of her was that I didn't like it very much.

Beauty-loving, flamboyant, willful, arrogant.

This is what I saw from her, she is very good, but it feels like she is not the same person as me, and in the future, we should not have anything to do with it.

"I put my bag in this position when I came." I indirectly said what I thought, but she didn't seem to hear it, and after finishing her makeup, she lay aside and started watching the drama, crossing Erlang's legs.

I looked around, everyone was pretty much busy, lying down and resting, and I was thinking what am I going to do? Do you want to make the bed now?

At this time, my mother walked in from my sister's dormitory, and I pulled her to the door and whispered, "That girl took my place and threw my schoolbag on the top bunk." ”

"Then you can live in the upper bunk, get along well with the dormitory people, and don't get into trouble." Mom said.

For a moment, I thought she would stand up for me, but unfortunately I didn't understand me at all.

Immediately afterwards, my mother said, "Also, can't you and your sister use a thermos pot?" It's such a waste to buy two. ”

"We're not in the same dormitory, I'll see for myself, you don't care."

"Do you need me to make your bed?"

"No, you don't."

I shook my head, turned around and went back to the dormitory, and after throwing everything up, I held on to the railing of the top bunk and got up with difficulty, this was the first time I had slept on the top bunk, although I had never slept in the lower bunk.

After coming up and putting the bed in order, I sat down with a slight bead of sweat, and sat on it and looked down, which seemed to be fine.

It seems that I was bullied on the first day I came to the dormitory, this is a world of bullying good and fearing evil, but if I dwell on the bed again, will it become aggressive?

And all eight beds were already occupied, and I have no evidence to say that I took the place first, after all, I was the first to arrive.

It's hard, it's the first day.

At this moment, the girl who was in my lower bunk stood up, and I sat on the upper bunk and could only see her forehead.

She said: "My name is Zhao, you can call me Sister Zhao, what is your name?" How tall is that? ”

"Xu Xiaokui, about one meter seventy-two."

"Wow! So high? Then you can live in the upper bunk, it just so happens that we can't go up with short legs. ”

“……”

Is that the answer to my initial question? But the tone is so strong that it sounds very unpleasant.

Is this a reason to take over my bed? Short legs?

But so what? Mom only taught me to be patient, but didn't teach me how to fight, maybe she herself doesn't know how to fight, after all, life is full of passivity.

Lunch break.

I lay on the bed, looking at the distance between the bed and the ceiling, I couldn't straighten my waist at all, I could only lie and sit, groveling.

Is this life?

Just because I was born lowly, do I have to smile at everyone? I was born lowly, but I will never fake a smile at others, I don't like it, I don't like it, and I don't need flattery.

I also hate those who flatter the most.

……

Since it was the first day, my roommates in the dormitory were scattered, and no one noticed me.

It's good, stealth, it's the way I'm most used to.

Suddenly, a girl from an ethnic minority walked in, a classmate from our class, she was late, and she was the last one to come in and pack her things, she seemed to see it.

Then, looking at the dormitory that was already full, I didn't want to live on the opposite side alone, saying what about the sunny side, the yin side, this side is good, that side is not good, or something, everyone discussed it together, but I didn't understand.

Except for a few unaccustomed things, I live a very casual life.

"Huh? Classmate, you haven't cleaned up yet, have you? Do you want to go and live on the other side? Shall the two of us be replaced? I'm used to living in the sun at home, and I can't see that the sun will wither. The girl from the minority said to me.

Wilt?

So, does she think she is a flower?

I don't understand, why me?

"I've made my bed......"

"It's okay, I'll help you."

I smiled awkwardly, turned around, and forgave me for not having the courage to say no to my face because I felt it was really cruel to refuse someone.

So, it can only be in this impolite way, but why am it me for eight people in a dormitory?

I look like a bully?

It's scary to think about living alone in an empty dormitory, and it's all my own fault, I've seen a lot of ghost stories about the dormitory without knowing the height of the sky, and it's really damning. It's really good to live alone, but I'm so timid that I really don't dare.

Her name is Gao Wa, and she is an ethnic minority.

Gao Wa walked out regretfully, not continuing to be aggressive, watching her sit alone in the dormitory, very desolate.

I feel sorry for her, but who will feel sorry for me?