There was once a table mate who was separated by the distance between the Chu River and the Han Realm.

I couldn't draw a three-eight line with her to solve the problem, so I decisively emigrated, although it was only less than five centimeters, but it was a kind of liberation for me.

At the beginning of the matter, because I loved to sit by the window, I resolutely chose the innermost, and she sat in the middle, and became my tablemate.

Because it was too far to the side, I didn't put the table against the wall, leaving a small distance, and I never thought that it would become a way for me to live in the future.

She, taller than me, seems to have longer arms than me, and then, always like to "occupy" my pitiful desktop, I don't care. The next day, I took up the books I didn't use very often, and the face of my desk seemed a little bigger.

However, she is so "domineering"! Moreover, she didn't know anything about it, and every time I forced me to drop my hands helplessly, watching her bury her head in her homework. I whispered her name and told her that her elbow was getting in the way of my homework, and every time I laughed and said I'm sorry, and then I did it again!

I was really helpless, and in the end, silently put the table against the wall, leaving an invincible 38th parallel. In this regard, I also deliberately explained the reason to her, worried that she would think too much and hurt the relationship at the same table. She actually apologized to me because she just couldn't control it.

Every two weeks, I would collectively move to the left, and after changing seats, the 38 lines I "drawn" were particularly dazzling, so that when the old class walked past me from time to time, they looked at me casually and deliberately.

One Saturday, our grade had a singing competition, and we brought out our parents to let them participate in our activities, and they just held a parent-teacher conference! Indeed, it is better to say than to sing!

My mother was sitting in my seat, and at this time, the old class approached us leisurely and said with a smile: "Your child seems to have some conflicts with her classmates, I have been observing, she is always separated from her tablemates!" My tablemate was there and explained to me, "It's none of her business, because my arm is always touching her, and besides, my desk shakes and she can't do her homework." After explaining to the tablemate, he walked away. The old class showed a look that was like this and left.

I glared at my mother, who asked her to pinch me secretly.

After a while, the same table came over, "She just loves to be careful, she doesn't know anything, she is there beep!" With that, we laughed together.