Originally, I wanted to be called Yueyue, but then I forgot it, for a big boy, some can't be called.

Just "him"!

We are the fate of evil, this is not from my mouth, it is he glared at me one day, and by the way, he gave me a blank look, and said leisurely.

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

We are the front and back table, I am in front of him, and the same is true for three years. He doesn't like to talk, it's just the appearance, although he is very white, male classmates say that he has kidney deficiency, in fact, he is very black, he always looks like a cold, always has a runny nose, but, when it comes to fighting, hum, is a dark horse.

We don't have a good relationship because we're either arguing or arguing, sometimes it's two people arguing, sometimes it's three people, plus my tablemate, his bad friends. Now that I think about it, I always seem to be "scolded" for some reason! Because I'm not on the side of his friend, but, at this time, I'm innocent, I was lying down and was shot by him, and then I was on his side, this, out of my kindness, no way, watching him often hurt his friend's bullying, I saw that the road was uneven, so I pulled out a knife to help, who would have thought that he didn't know how to gang up with his friend to criticize me. He's a white-eyed wolf with a capital letter.

However, when he spoke, he was arguing with me, and he hardly spoke outside of that.

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

His pig table is a pseudo-mother, he thinks he is a pure man, and he "despises" the pseudo-mother very much. But the pseudo-mother is still talkative, I like to talk to him in class and after class, and I often joke with him that they are like a "couple", and they have to flirt and scold each other every day to show affection. He gave me and his friends countless blank eyes and countless bad words. We just watched him smile quietly, thinking that he must want to be quiet now. In order to stop the rumors, he still chose to "separate". In the face of his cohabiting good pig friend's repeated requests for him to return home, he didn't even look at it, and I felt aggrieved for the pseudo-mother.

At the end of the story, the princess and the prince break up completely. After the teacher saw that their relationship was really not good, he decisively changed his seat, and among them, I was also implicated.

No matter how we change, we have always been in front of him and behind me, and I feel that Lao Ban has a bad eye, and always transfers me and him together.

One afternoon, when it was a little dark and stuffy outside, I opened the window to get some air, and I actually made a small piece of the original broken window missing, I took the tape and tried to glue it up, and he said to me: "Don't get it, the more you draw it, the darker it gets!" ”

If he doesn't help, forget it, he's still talking cool things. I was so angry that I really didn't dwell on that broken window anymore. Later, the window remained broken, and no one noticed that its wound had grown. And we're still at the front and back tables.

He often carries two things in his school bag, books and snacks.

He often puts novels on the table, but the books are always lying in a regular manner, and I asked him why he didn't read them, and did they look good? A: It's comfortable, and I'm comfortable. I asked again, then why do you have nothing to do with books? A: I didn't do it voluntarily!

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

If it weren't for the fact that other girls like to reach out to him for food, I really didn't know that he always carried snacks, and looking at his appearance, I felt that he didn't eat fireworks.

A certain woman, looking for him to eat, asked for a long time, a certain girl angrily returned to her seat, while talking, stingy! I covered my snicker, and I felt that a certain woman was a little greedy, hadn't she been eating his things before? Not often, though!

To give! Two bags of dried tofu were thrown on my table, a certain woman must be a dog, ran again, he threw her a bag, she looked at me, muttered: I asked you for you and you didn't give it, you didn't look for you at the back table, you took the initiative to give, isn't this obvious partiality? Neither of us paid attention to it, and when my name was pointed out to be him because of a rumor of a crush, we still ignored it, and the friendship that quarreled to the extreme would not be understood by ordinary people. No need to dig deeper, no need to ask.

We rarely communicate in human words, no, it's a fight.

Hehehe......