"When you were queuing in the cafeteria, I saw so-and-so watching you from behind~" my friend told me.

How to say, after listening to it, my heart is furious, as if I have seen something very dense and feel uncomfortable. It was our first year in the same class, and it was also a strange relationship at the beginning. I didn't feel that I knew him, I never met with eyes, never had a conversation, never passed by, and was stranger than a stranger.

In this way, we entered the same junior high school together, and before I knew it, it began to change.

It was from a certain noon, sitting in front of the podium on duty, looking at us with fierce eyes, warning us over and over again that the lunch break was up, and they all obediently returned to their seats and slept honestly. The naughty people no longer want to be the first bird in the class, and they don't know what to do down there. However, he deliberately picked a very inappropriate time period, when his stool had wheels, one hand on one side of the wall, one by one, and then with the tip of the pen constantly beating the table rhythmically.

"Who's making the noise?"

"XX~"

My name echoed throughout the classroom, and I looked innocently at the student on duty, fortunately, the student on duty was a girl and knew that I was a good boy, so I asked again, and the answer was still my name. I looked back in a daze, looking for the sound and looking curiously and angrily, and quickly looked away at the strange and meaningful eyes. There was a sense of inexplicability in my heart.

We were far apart, purely by accident, and became the same table, of course, there was also a corridor between the Chu River and the Han Boundary (an arm's length corridor), so he completely showed me how cheap his mouth was!

It seems that I wrote the application for joining the group, I don't know how many words are needed, and I casually asked the classmates who were preparing to join the group with me, and in comparison, I far exceeded his word count. Naive, I said happily,

He said coldly: "What? Do you have more hemorrhoids than his? "Don't suspect me if I stutter or slurred my words. It's enough to vomit on me, and I shout at the top of my voice as if I can't hear anything else. Okay~ I calmly explained, but it turned into a cover-up. He was so able to talk that he didn't let me go at all, and he smiled happily when he saw me embarrassed.

I dropped my eraser at the foot of his table, and he never returned it to me, and asked me to beg him, or not, this girl didn't want it.

Then, again, I lost my eraser, but this time it just rolled under the desk of my classmate behind me, and I left my position and crouched, just groping with my first impression. Why don't I watch and pick it up, you ask? Think about it, would you like to look at people's legs, and then almost get under the table, even though they are all girls.

All, when I accidentally touched my classmate's feet and scared her, he actually slapped the table and laughed, "Everyone else is stealing chickens and dogs, you're fine, but you're stealing someone else's foot?" ”

I got angry and grabbed the rubber I found and threw it at his slut appearance, but it was still thrown back and hit me in the nose.

I'm just too kind, I didn't take revenge once, and now that I think about it, I regret it a little.

Despite this, he will not only bully me, he will teach me to solve math problems, smile and make me ask him if I don't understand in the future, he will be very honest when I am on duty, although he gives people the impression of a good boy, he will ask me if I am tired of cleaning the classroom, help me sweep the floor, he will also tell me how to fold the plane, I can fly longer, and he will also throw notes at me from time to time during the evening self-study, telling me that there is a big bug at my feet, and then, that bug died at his feet. I blamed him for being too ruthless, and he laughed at me for being too sentimental.

From beginning to end, I didn't know that maybe it was a mutual liking, but after realizing it, it was a feeling, just ambiguous.