There is hardly a boy who has not abused small animals, and this is what I know from the boys I know.

It's just that I never thought that L wouldn't even let go of a fly! L and I are at the same table before and after, and the location is very good by the window, with a distant view and a view to enjoy the cycle of the four seasons. At that time, the relationship between the two of us is now thought about, a little ambiguous, a little concerned about each other, some sticky together, very happy, L likes to turn his head and chat together after class, I can take it for granted that he can teach me math problems. I remember one time he actually snatched my math workbook and threw it to me in a minute, and when I read it again, he had already finished it. To his surprise, instead of smiling at him with gratitude, I kicked his bench hard and glared at him. He apologized to me again and again, a little puzzled, some farmers were bitten by snakes and grievances, since then he has never advocated to help me do my homework, in fact, I am not angry, I think of his face that was splashed with cold water, and now I am still very happy!

In a self-study class, L "rotated" 360 degrees on the bench with nothing to do because he had finished the practice in advance, and he skillfully avoided the eyes of the students on duty again and again. I buried my head in the exercises, he didn't provoke me, and I knew that he was waiting for the moment when I put down the pen, so I would concentrate on writing the questions without being distracted.

If I knew what I would see when I looked up, I wouldn't be so eager to finish my homework!

L poked his ballpoint pen on the glass window with a serious expression, more serious than when the teacher asked him to practice on the blackboard! I looked curiously, only to realize that it was a super green fly that kept making noise, and it was in danger.

L has fallen into the whirlpool of killing flies, let me kick him, pinch him, stop him, he stared at the fly monster with a pair of murderous eyes, and poked down unceremoniously! I had nothing to do, for the flies flew mischievously to me, and I almost screamed, and in an instant I could only watch how the green fly monster died tragically under the tip of the L pen.

The scene was so disgusting that I didn't dare to glance at the corpse, and for days refused to talk to L, allowing him to make trouble.

Although many people hate flies, but treat flies like this, I'm afraid L is a minority!

"The Past That Can't Be Thrown Away" His "ferocity" is hitting in his hand, please wait a moment,

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