There s something memorable between you and your tablemates

When I was in the third grade of elementary school, my table mate was a girl with a very serious expression, but her eyes blinked an estimated 50 times a minute, and I often forgot to listen to the teacher's lessons, so I just watched her blink and be called out by the teacher. When I was in the fifth grade, I had a very tense relationship with my table mates because the other students had been at the same table since the first grade, and she had just transferred to our school, and the teacher assigned her to share a table with me. One day after dinner, I saw my table mate playing alone next to a pile of sand, so I ran over and grabbed a handful of dirt and threw it on her and ran.

When I went to class the next day, the teacher called me into the office and asked me very seriously why I was bullying my classmates in the next class. I looked at the angry head teacher with a bewildered expression. When the head teacher saw my pretending to be "innocent", he immediately became angry and taught me a lesson like a machine gun.

In the angry denunciation of the teacher, I realized that it was not the same table I met last night, but the twin sisters at the same table. When I was in high school, I was studying at night one day, and the whole campus was quiet. I was sitting reading a book, and suddenly I noticed that the classmate in front of me shook a little, and I was a little dizzy when my classmate shook like this.

I just scolded in my heart: You think you are a god, shaking people dizzy. At this time, someone shouted:

**, the quiet classroom was instantly screamed, and all the students rushed to the door. I stood up and tried to run, but my table mate sat dumbfounded, like an evil spirit, and smiling. I hugged her shoulders in anger and shook her vigorously as I said loudly

Run, **. She rolled her eyes at me, then burst out of the classroom screaming. I then rushed out of the classroom, and everyone rushed to the playground and stopped.

But I never saw my table mates on the playground. After a false alarm, everyone returned to the classroom, and the same table did not come to self-study. The next morning, the same table came to class expressionlessly, sat down next to me, I asked her where she went last night, she looked at me for a long time, and said hatefully

I ran out of the school, found that there were only a few people behind me, thought the school had collapsed, and ran home crying all the way.

My table mates were my first love, and I was his first love. In the first year of junior high school, the homeroom teacher arranged him next to me, and I didn't know each other well at the time, and the first thing he gave me was that he looked like he was very easy to get along with. Later, we got acquainted with each other, and we would talk and chat without listening to the class during class.

I would remind him how many pages to turn to and take notes. Time passed day by day, and I thought that my tablemate for three years in junior high school might be him, but later, the head teacher began to change places with us. I remember that at that time, the change of position was based on the ranking of grades, and the head teacher clicked on one and went in and chose his own place at his own table.

Obviously, I wasn't at the same table with him anymore, I sat with my good friend, and we didn't cross paths much after that. In the blink of an eye, it was time to change the seat, the head teacher first clicked me in, I chose the position in the middle of the second row, before the change of position and said to a few friends around us, we want to sit together, but I didn't expect that after the head teacher pointed him in, he changed him next to me, after changing the position, several friends around were coaxing, saying that you are too fateful, in fact, I am also thinking, really good coincidence. Later, he was eventually replaced, and my good friend sat next to me.

When I was in the second year of junior high school, his friends told me that he had liked me for a long time, but I didn't know anything about it. It wasn't until near the end of the semester that he confessed to me, and we were together.

My hometown is a small county town, and one of my tablemates transferred to us from a big city, and I heard that it was because he couldn't stay in that school because he had conflicts with people. When I heard it, I thought he might be a bastard, and then he was arranged by the head teacher to be at the same table. At that time, my grades were terrible to death, every day in class all kinds of crazy things, every time there were snacks around the people to share together, but he was very warm, bought spicy noodles to only share with me, sometimes to move the table he always rushed to move, very caring for people.

It's only been half a semester and the popularity is better than the one I've stayed in for two years, so I can see that I'm red-eyed. In class all day long, the two of them are messing around, playing and going crazy. The most important thing is that in summer, wearing short sleeves is hot, and many boys are used to rolling up their clothes to expose their lower abdomen.

At that time, when I came back from physical education class and sat in my seat, I saw him coming towards him, and his lower abdomen was wheat-colored, and he actually had abdominal muscles, eight, yes, eight. Handsome is dead, and the person is very handsome, count us Banbancao, his man's eyes are actually bigger than mine, and he feels girlish when he thinks about it, hey. Later, somehow, I became a buddy inexplicably, only to find out that others are good, righteous enough, and can take care of people, which is very funny.

Now that I think about it, I am full of regrets, I only studied for a semester and left, I regret that I couldn't touch his abs, and I regret not being able to tell him that I like you. Now that I think about it, if I still have the opportunity, I really want to say it. Yu Mingyu, I like you, you may not know, I want to cross it out when I see you engrave your ex's name on the desk, you may not know that when I look at my ex-who gives you my mobile phone and whispers that you love him, I really want to take my mobile phone and fall to the ground.

The time I spent sitting with you for half a semester was beautiful and nostalgic, and I was used to saying good morning to me every morning when you came, and the pleasure of buying snacks to share together, but I didn't realize it until you left. Maybe I'm just a passerby in your life, but you're the one I'll never get.

In the third year of junior high school, there is still a week before the high school entrance examination. I was having a good time with him, but suddenly we got into a fight. They threw their books away from each other.

Then, each ignores the other. And then I was miserable!! We sat by the window, and I couldn't get back to my seat when he was in his place.

It's a bit miserable. At that time, I had two relatives in the same class, one female and one male. The man's relatives happen to be at the same table as me and are good brothers.

At that time, all the people around me wanted us to reconcile (reconciliation between friends) I refused, and soon the high school entrance examination changed classrooms, I deliberately sat him far away, the day before the high school entrance examination, he wrote some words on the table with a marker pen (I forgot the specifics, but I remember that it was to reconcile) After the high school entrance examination, we went to different high schools, and the relationship was broken. But occasionally chatting, there is always a lot of fun. It's another big exam, the college entrance examination, he sent a "come on" at the same table, there will always be contradictions, but they are very close to each other, no matter when they meet again, they will always get used to shouting out at the same table.

The most memorable memory is a boy's table bar in elementary school. When I was young, in order to help each other, the teacher liked to transfer men and women to the same table, and it was also the kind of learning and personality complementarity or mutual containment. As one of the top three students in the class and one of the fiercest class leaders, my table mates must not have very good grades, and they are particularly naughty and difficult to manage.

I still remember running after him all over the campus with a small bamboo stick, just to ask him to come back to study and read in the morning. It's funny to think about that scene now. No doubt in the end, it turned out that he was very afraid of me.

He was the boss of the class, and the boys basically obeyed his command, but he only listened to me alone, and he didn't even listen to the teacher. When I was in the sixth grade, everyone jokingly called him eldest brother and called me sister-in-law, but junior high school was different, and we didn't have contact after graduating from junior high school.

The most impressive table mate in my memory is the junior high school tablemate, he is a boy, not very talkative, very silent, he transferred from the second year of junior high school, when he first came to our class, I didn't feel it at all, I didn't even know that there was a new transfer student in our class, until two weeks later, the teacher arranged for him to be at the same table with me, and then I found out that there was a transfer student in our class. He's a top student.,Exams are always in the top few.,So he's also the leader of our group.,He's very responsible.,But it's just that there's little talk.,Soon after,There was a scandal between the two of us.,The reason is that when they were playing truth or dare at night in the boys' dormitory,His best brother asked him a question "Who is the person you like?,This kind of liking refers to the love between men and women", he said my name, and when I first heard them say, I thought my table mate must be joking with me, but, They all said it was true, because my table mate blushed after saying my name.

When I was in elementary school, I sat at the same table, and the most impressive thing for me was a male classmate, and we were at the same table for two years. This male classmate looks pretty white, his eyebrows are clear, and his character is not very bad, and when he usually doesn't know what the question, he teaches me seriously, haha, I forgot to say it, this is a girl. The only drawback is that it's too skinny, and he always likes to give me nicknames, and he especially likes to blow cold winds.

The cold wind I am talking about is not the cold wind, but the real cold wind. Because the two of us were sitting near the window, it was the cool autumn season of October, but I was already wearing a thick sweatshirt, and my lovely tablemate was still wearing a thin autumn coat. In this way, he still felt hot and insisted on opening the window.

After I tried to dissuade the quarrel many times to no avail, I chose to ignore it.

Two days ago, I was given a table by the teacher for more than a year, separated, he always made me laugh when I was unhappy, talked to me, always changed the cold water in my bottle to warm water when I had a stomachache, and when others bullied me, he always said cool and said a word to get out! Then he bullied me, and said that you are so stupid, you don't bully anyone, you always like to pinch my face, always rob me of candy, and you are very good to me.

I used to have a monthly salary of 15,000 for a senior, and I poached him into my company and gave him 25,000. As a result, the project for half a year has not been launched for a year, and it is also special. No matter what I said, I deducted his performance for two months in a row, and I suspected that I deliberately corrected him, making it difficult for me to do it.

The group put pressure on me again and again, and finally asked me to fire him. I've been buying time for him, but I can't get on the line after waiting for it. In the last few days, an ultimatum was given to let him go that day!

I asked HR to talk to him about dismissal compensation. He called the boss of the group to ask why he was fired, and also complained that I deliberately rectified him, saying that I was disloyal to the company and had external intentions, and he was very aggrieved or something. After leaving the company, I told the people in his team that I had set up a bureau to kick him out of the company.

I still hold a grudge against me. Fainting. is really a person who doesn't know the height of the sky, if I hadn't promoted him to give him the opportunity to bring projects, it is estimated that he would still have a monthly salary of less than 20,000!

If you don't know how to be grateful, forget it, and say bad things about me and suspect that I hurt him. Am I sick? The person who dug it up himself, harmed him himself?

What an IQ.

The girl at the same table in junior high school remembered that there was a time when the money was not enough to go home, so she lent me the money, and she didn't want to look at me anymore, and the clothes were a little dirty and helped me wash my clothes several times, and our test scores were the same, but unfortunately I was too unactive, I could see her every day in a high school school, and I smiled at each other, and the college was over, and I often thought of her, and I deserved to be single.

When I was first assigned a job, I was ostracized by my colleagues because everyone was desperately trying to build relationships and express themselves. Obviously, I worked hard, but I was not recognized by the leadership. Later, because he couldn't smuggle the horse, he became the first batch when he was laid off.

Although he didn't regret being laid off, he broke up with his beloved girlfriend because he didn't have a job. Later, I became a manager, did a good job, and my performance was outstanding, but I couldn't get the commission promised by the boss at that time. The vice president who was promoted by himself betrayed himself behind his mouth.

This is the so-called saying that you are not afraid of god-like opponents, but are afraid of pig-like teammates, right? There are too many grievances in the workplace, but looking back, they are all wealth in the process of personal growth, and they are also what you must experience and go through, only in this way will the individual slowly become mature.

There will definitely be a lot of memorable things among classmates, I remember that when I was in elementary school, my schoolbag was often stolen by naughty male classmates, and I often deliberately squeezed next to me to chat with me after class, and called my wife and the like, and I was often called by female classmates to their house for dinner, and I felt that the food cooked by my classmate's mother was really delicious! I still remember the taste, when I was in middle school, I remember often going to the suburbs with my classmates on weekends, and often going to the difficult classmates to help do things, the teacher often asked me to help correct the test papers, many classmates wanted to let me help her change the delicious food, I didn't change, causing them to get angry often, but they were reconciled again in a few days, every time I went to school in high school, I was often coaxed by some male classmates to whistle at me, calling me a little beauty, especially when I sometimes just washed my hair and went to school, my classmates often said: Wow, rejoicing!