My junior high school classmates, my junior high school classmates

You are still in junior high school, you are still young, you are now in adolescence, you will have an urge to get close to the opposite sex, and you will have a good impression of the opposite sex, which is a very normal phenomenon.

You often sit together in class and study, and on the premise that your personality is more compatible, your relationship or relationship with her will be better than your relationship with other girls.

She asked you if you were going to play after the exam? It doesn't necessarily mean that she likes you too, maybe she also has a crush on you. But I feel that if I really like someone in junior high school, few people will say it boldly and directly, after all, they are still relatively shy about early love.

What you said later, she said that death is not good for this kind of person, this is just a sign of immaturity, just a non-thinking statement, you don't have to care about it. Your minds are not yet mature, you don't have a thorough understanding of things, and it's easy to judge things from the surface.

From what you said, it can be seen that you are a shy boy, in fact, I personally do not approve of early love, put your energy into studying, study hard, wait for you to be admitted to high school, wait for you to be admitted to college, when you grow up, life experience is rich, so that you can pursue the girl you really like, then the love will be a very beautiful experience in life, I hope it will help you.

Well... It's come to this point, but the only piece of advice is don't take it too seriously, and don't play with fire. The relationship between the two of you seems to be good, but it's just a chemical effect, and soon when it degrades, there's nothing left.

So don't get your hopes up and just let it be. High school is very tiring, maybe your matter will slowly cool down after the start of school, you have to be mentally prepared. But it's also an experience, don't think too badly and don't take it lightly.

If the two of you live closely, you can consider development, but you can't get rid of it, divide it, and the long pain is better than the short pain.

She's tall and nothing striking, but she has a heart of gold. She is my tablemate, Li Yan.

On the second day of the semester, my teacher asked me to sit at the same table with her. At first, I didn't care, a yellow-haired girl, how could Tong Hong compare to my dignified man.

The next day, after school in the afternoon, I accidentally lost my language book while playing on the playground. I'm anxious like an ant on a hot pot, because one-third of a semester is a Chinese class, and now I have lost my language books, but what should I do?

In the morning reading class, I stood in front of my desk, staring blankly at the blackboard. At this time, the tablemate seemed to have discovered something, stretched out the hand of friendship, and asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

Go ahead? A tough man, disgrace! Don't say it, right?

And stuffy in my heart. Forget it! She is a member of the brigade, so she should report her thoughts:

Nothing, the language book is lost! "Nothing? The other party looked surprised.

Then, she picked up the textbook and put it down, repeatedly. The devil knows what medicine is sold in the gourd. She hesitated for a moment and handed me the book:

Books for you. Don't be fussy in the future. "What, give it to me?

I couldn't believe my ears. The yellow-haired girl I used to look down on can actually say this sentence Sakura. "What......What, give it to me, how can you ......What to do?

It took me half a day to squeeze out a few words. "It doesn't matter, I have a solution. "So what about today?

Then take a look. So we both started reading in earnest.

After the last class, I quietly tucked the book into her bag. However, when I got home, I opened my school bag, and the language book was lying neatly in my school bag. The eyes were moist.

The next morning, she was reading an old book with her. After class, I opened the old book and saw that the cover had been torn, the upper corner of the page was turned inward, the spine was broken, and two pages were missing. After class, I exchanged new books with her, but she didn't agree.

At noon, I noticed that she was copying something on the table. Strange, no homework in the morning? She's doing all the hell she does.

I walked over, and ah! She was copying two of the missing texts there. She read a sentence on the book, and copied it on a white paper the size of a page, and what came into my ears was the sound of "rustling" writing, and what appeared in front of my eyes was a neat line of words in the ode to the Qing Dynasty.

Tired, she shook her arms and picked them up again. I was a little distracted and decided to take it for copying, but she politely declined. After copying it, she took out the paste and glued the paper on, and sewed it vigorously one by one.

Jingle bells ......When class came, she picked up the old book and listened attentively. For a moment, my throat was choked by the strong feelings aroused in my heart, and I was moved by the love of this classmate, and burst into tears of happiness and pride.