What was it like to love the back table at school?

The seating arrangement of our school is quite special, it is divided into small groups, a group of six, seven or eight people, and several people have tables arranged in a rectangle. That is, he was sitting in front of me, and we were directly across from me, and I could see him as soon as I looked up. It's a good place, I can see him when I look up, and I can hear his voice when I close my eyes.

But it's also quite embarrassing, after all, it's the opposite side, and I don't dare to confess, I'm afraid that I won't even dare to look at the other party after confessing. That feeling, as if what you want is right in front of you, but you can't show it, you have to carefully protect him, and you are afraid that he will hate you every day. But I was willing, he was very good, and he was not bad for me.

But I struggle every day with whether to confess to him, afraid that if he doesn't agree, even friends can't do it, not to mention that our position is so special. And he's a straight man who hasn't been in a relationship before! I also like to play games!

I don't know how many times madness hinted at him, but each time it ended in failure.

It was when I was in high school, and I was about to take the college entrance examination, and the head teacher transferred me to sit in front of her, because I heard that the kid who sat behind her liked her, and I was afraid that it would affect my grades, so I was transferred (how reassuring I was at that time) I belong to the middle of the stream, and she is a top student. I have a sullen personality and only deal with people I know, and she has a cheerful personality and likes to laugh. When I asked her about the topic, she would not refuse, and occasionally laughed a few words after the topic.

Slowly we got acquainted, and she always chatted with me after class. I always can't finish my homework on weekends, and I'm used to coming back on Sundays to copy her. We love the same ** and I love the way she laughs.

Once, the zipper of the schoolbag I was carrying on the way to school was opened, and she walked up directly and pulled it on for me without saying a word, and I was confused. At that time, she liked another boy, and I stupidly helped her deliver notes. On the first day of the college entrance examination, I took the exam on the third floor, and she was upstairs, walked up together, and said to her back cowardly

To be honest, she talked about a lot of boyfriends in high school, and many people in the class told her all kinds of things. But I don't care at all, liking her is liking her.

Sometimes, in the middle of a lesson, he would suddenly lean back in his chair, so I would lean my head on the table with my hands on my head, trying to close the distance between him and then staring at the back of his head with impunity. In fact, at that time, I especially wanted to know if he would notice the burning gaze behind him. At the end of class, he would sometimes turn around and chat with me, in a teasing tone, and his meme would often touch my laughs, and when I laughed heartily, he would be next to me to mend the knife:

Just know to laugh and laugh. Because I am more introverted, I usually pretend not to see him when I meet him in school or outside school, and then silently say in my heart: You can't see me, you can't see me.

Then pretended to be calm and passed by him. He is a warm-hearted, cheerful and outgoing boy who is good at science and sports, but not very interested in studying. He only taught me how to solve problems once, and it was in class.

When the teacher was still lecturing and brushing up on the questions, I asked him to turn back to listen to the lecture first, and he smiled confidently: "I will do it all!" At that moment, he was really handsome with glasses.

I used to like my back table, watching romance with her**, from Gu Man to August, in the end, I don't know if she found out that I like her, a month before graduation, she suddenly stopped talking to me, I sent more than 50 in the buckle and she didn't reply. When I finally graduated, she told me she liked me too. I asked her why she said too?

She said, no why. He also said that it should be a good memory. When I got home, I locked the door and cried.

The love of high school is a beautiful and hazy memory. I haven't been in touch with her for a year, but I still see her in my dreams.

I fell in love with a boy in my third year of high school, sat in front of me, looked up at the blackboard and could see his head, and often couldn't listen to the class. His hair was really smooth, and he smiled embarrassedly when he drew the back of his head in a math book and showed it to him after class. I wanted to share snacks with him, but I was afraid that others would see it, so I had to bring some more to eat with the whole group.

I like to see him wearing a white shirt, I like to see him study seriously, and I like his smile. Once my aunt came, he bought a pack of red date slices, and pretended to ask casually, "Do you want to eat it?"

It's really going to die of laughter when you look at that awkward look. I always thought I was in a crush, and I approached very carefully, but when I was on vacation, I knew that he had feelings for me since my sophomore year of high school, and I was so excited to go to heaven, I had insomnia that night, and I covered my face.

When I was in the first year of junior high school. Sitting at the front table at my desk was a boy I've loved since fifth grade (yes, fifth grade. At that time, I was at the same table with a girl, and he was at the same table with a boy, and we sat behind them.

I really wanted to be at the same table with him at that time, and it happened that my table mate said that the boy I liked in front of me was too high to baffle the blackboard, so I encouraged her to talk to the teacher, so that they would change positions, and I would be at the same table with the boy I liked! However, maybe the teacher saw through me, and the teacher moved me to the front with me. Then, I became his front desk.

Please forgive me for the poor writing. I was a freshman in high school, and I was in the penultimate row, the last row next to me. A week later, she moved to the front of me.

I didn't pay much attention to her at first, but then I somehow got attracted to her. Maybe people think that I am very bad, and I like others as soon as school starts. I'll tell you how you feel.

1.I never take notes in class every day, and I copy her notes in self-study classes and she asks for books, and I also enjoy watching her words Hongzi group.

2.You always have to finish your homework quickly in the subject you are good at, and she will turn her head to look at the homework you have finished.

3.Because I didn't listen much in class, I lay on the top of the book and watched her back fall asleep.

4.Always like to tell jokes to amuse her.

5.When I'm fine, I like to play with her waist-length hair, and I don't get tired of playing.

6.I never ask anyone else about anything, and I habitually pat her on the back and ask her. I just wanted to hear her voice.

Don't miss out on the person you love because you're young.

I loved my junior high school tablemates. He's a very talented guy, and I love watching him talk the most.

He was the class president of our class. He is very smart, and math problems are a very simple thing for him. If there is a question in class, and the teacher says that the question is particularly difficult, everyone should go down and think about it.

When we hear the teacher's words, we basically ignore this question. Then he would go down and do it step by step, and then he would feel a special sense of accomplishment when he did the problem. Mathematics is a hobby.

He likes to do difficult problems very much, and do problems that others can't do.

Every time I see the way he makes a difficult problem and his eyes sparkle, I feel that it is very charming. This means that serious people are the most attractive. I couldn't help but see him doing problems, and I developed the same habit as him, and I also liked to do problems for a while.

But it was true that this interest did not last long.

Once, when our homeroom teacher had a birthday, he was the kind of person who was very good at getting things done. He learned about the teacher's birthday by peeking at our homeroom teacher's ID card. He organized us to celebrate the homeroom teacher's birthday together.

Anyway, the class owner was still very moved. What touched me was that when he finally cleaned up, he squatted on the ground to clean up with a big man of more than one meter and eight meters. I still remember the scene at that time.

I thought he was all right, but I was just a humble girl. I didn't feel like I was worthy of him, so I kept secretly crushing on him. He was so good that I kept looking up at him.

He has always been a role model for me to follow. I tried my best to suppress my liking for him. I also knew that he probably didn't like me, because I was really a very ordinary girl.

I've liked him for over a year, but I can't really open my mouth.

No, I found that at the beginning of junior high school, most of the people at my front and back tables were girls, and there were boys, but they were not the type I liked, so I haven't liked my classmates at the front and back tables, and I have liked people in the same class, but we are far away, and I have a good impression of a boy in the class during the ignorant period of junior high school, but he has good grades and is sitting in the front, you know, our junior high school seats are based on grades, and I am generally the one who sits in the back, so I have never sat with him, It's pitiful to think about it now. When I got to high school, I slowly began to study.,And then the person I like doesn't have good grades.,All sit in the last row.,And I'm sitting in the middle.,I haven't been at the same table with him or the front and back table.,But at that time, I didn't want to be at the front and back tables with him.,Shy.,And his personality is very annoying.,Especially the classmates at the table in front of him are also very miserable.。

No, when I was a child, I was at the same table with men, and at that time I only knew that male classmates liked to bully female classmates, and I didn't have a good impression of male classmates, only laughing and scolding.

Gradually, when I grew up, I was surrounded by girls at the front and back tables, which was really a flattering experience, and I finally didn't need to be bullied by boys anymore.

I have the impression that only male students in high school are more sensible and kinder, and there are often questions that they don't know how to ask, and they will always be happy to answer.

Then one day, when I was about to graduate, a boy at my front desk suddenly brought a notebook and said that he wanted to show it to me, and said that it was good to read it himself, not to show it to others.

With curiosity, I opened the notebook, the font was not very neat, the awkward twisting font, although I had a hard time reading it, I still patiently read it.

It turned out to be his diary, which recorded that on Teacher's Day, I went to the playground slowly, the teacher and classmates were already lined up, only I had not yet entered the state, the classmates sent a bouquet of flowers to the teacher, in order to facilitate the class, I saw the teacher in the distance temporarily put the flowers on the fork of the tree.

The wind was so strong that day, and after a while, the flower was blown down by the wind, and I saw it, so I quickened my pace and walked over to pick it up and put it back, and it was such a small act, he noticed it, and recorded it, but I had long forgotten it, maybe it was instinct that I went to pick up the flower, I didn't expect him to record it.

I don't know what to say, I really want to say, it's really nothing, it's a gesture, I don't know what I said, I don't remember it anymore, and now I will definitely say to him: "Please, don't write me, helpless".

There was no vigorous love when I was a student, it was very plain and real.

Oh, I laughed when I saw this post, not laughing at anything else, but laughing at myself, thinking about the first time I liked a boy was in the sixth grade (a little early, hehe) he was my tablemate, at that time, our class would always arrange a good math score and a bad one, (I was the bad 5555), he became my little teacher, gave me a lecture, but I don't know how to get up, every time the math homework is written by him, and I have to be scolded if the writing is not good, how fierce I was at that time, hehe, That's why I didn't get into math.

Why does history dare to eat, hehe, it's because the history teacher is a grandfather in his 60s, who was originally retired, he never took books in lectures, and it was all in his head, so the school invited him back to teach for a few years, and then he liked this boy, but he never played with friends, he just liked it, now that I think about it, I really just held hands at the beginning, hehe.

Later, when we went back to school, the relationship became better, and he recognized me as a sister, of course, I called him brother, and he was quite taken care of at school, and he couldn't say a word, but he didn't expect that we would develop into a boyfriend and girlfriend relationship, until later, because the school was not very good, we didn't want to study, so I just didn't study, and we left a lot of classmates at once, and they all went out to find jobs.

At work, we are all separated, but we are all in the same city, they are busy at work, I have more free time at work at that time, on vacation, I will go to them to play, there are a few particularly good they all work together, so every time I go, I will buy them a lot of food, he will always find me every time to make me happy, and then reimburse me for the fare, whether I want to or not, and then said, sister, next year when my brother earns money, I will come to see you, buy you food, and you will come to me in the future, I'll cook you all the delicious food.

He did it, the next year, the two brothers rented a good house together, every time I went would be hospitable, just from this year, suddenly one day, I found that I liked him, not the kind of brother and sister like, but I won't say, until one time, they are good brothers, we are classmates and friends, birthday, I also went, also drank, another of our classmates, his buddy told me, said he liked me, hehe, this way, then we talked a lot, After a while, the relationship between friends was determined, and we were boyfriend and girlfriend.

The sudden change in relationship left us speechless all of a sudden. I don't know what to say every time I hit **, I've been used to it for a long time, and we only have a chat when we meet and talk, just like that, we've been together for 6 years, these 6 years. I don't know that a lot of things have happened, we have experienced a lot of things, we all love each other deeply and care about each other, but we don't know what we lost to, so we separated our lives.