Let s talk about what it s like to be at the same table with a handsome person?

I have low self-esteem, look at my face, and then look at my tablemates, and my heart is hurt by 10,000 clicks.

At the same table, he is the kind of cold male god who doesn't like nonsense. I didn't think anything at first, but a week after I was transferred to sit with him, there were senior sisters and sisters of different grades who asked me for his QQ number, *** or something, so that I am now the focus of attention with my tablemates.

Then you'll have to ask me what my table mates think.

There are often beautiful girls who come to you to ask about the same table

Sorry, we don't have this species in our class.

Experiences that affect learning. I'm not paying attention in class, and I'm always thinking about when the other party will say something to me, or if it's possible that the other party is also secretly crushing on me, well, it's ...... I think too much

My tablemate is a long, handsome or academic person, and his voice is super good, every time I listen to him it is a pleasure, if I don't have a boyfriend, I choose to pursue him.

Of course, I was basically distracted in class, and I just wanted to stay in my seat after class, and then every time I secretly glanced at him a few times, I felt that I was enjoying it, a feeling of pride and happiness.

I'm a boy, and my table mate is super handsome, how can you describe it? It's like I'm a boy who will envy him, afraid that I can't help but have feelings for him, many girls will find him through me and the like, to have face.

That day was the first time to take him seriously, and the sunlight that came in through the window was lazily sprinkled on his body, giving people the feeling that he was **, and the light was in**.

There were a lot of crushes at the same table, and every day they would send him different delicious things, but because he hated it, he asked me to eliminate them every time.

The table mate was an art student, then a model performer, and he went out to perform many times, and every time I looked at him, it was like a walking portrait coming out of the wall.

If you confess to him and are rejected, it will be very embarrassing, and you will not see you when you look down. It's strange not to speak, it's weird to talk, it's weird to do anything.

I'm sure I'm happy to be at the same table with someone I like. I remember when I was in junior high school, I would have a crush on a handsome classmate in my class. But the liking of that meeting is very simple, without other impurities.

Very ignorant love. Even if you like it in your heart, you won't say it, because after all, it's only junior high school, and you're very shy, but the liking in your eyes can't be stopped.

When I first sat at the same table with him, I wanted to talk to him, but I didn't dare to take the initiative, because I was usually a bunch of classmates together, and they were talking, and I was a little nervous when I was alone with him. The first thing I do when I enter the classroom every day is to look for him, and I am very happy to see him. When I was in class, I would often look to the side to see what he was doing, whether he was doing his homework, and sometimes I would watch him distracted.

As soon as he talked to me, he would be very excited and nervous. I'm looking forward to him talking to me.

He got good grades, I always talked to him for the reason of the problem, and he was very patient to explain it to me. With him sitting next to him, I want to dress myself up beautifully every day, so that I can leave a good impression on him every day. I usually have any bad habits, and I don't dare to show it in front of him, for fear that I will lose points in his impression.

In the past, when I was in class, I often fell asleep, but when I sat with him, I focused on listening to the lectures, and in short, I was very happy every day.

This question seemed to pull me back to my school days. Probably all of us have fantasized about how nice it would be if I sat at the same table with him (he meant the object of his affection, male or female). ）

Now let's talk about my experience. At that time, when I was in junior high school, a girl came to the transfer class, with long hair and a ponytail. Laughing at the two small dimples , it looks particularly cute.

I wore a clean school uniform and a pair of skateboard shoes (because of this, I especially like girls to wear skateboarding shoes now). I thought this girl was so cute, so I thought how could I sit at the same table with her? One time I went to school early in the afternoon, and I thought I was the first to arrive.

But when I came, I saw that the girl was already in her seat, reading the text by herself, and it turned out that she had a slight big tongue, and then she came early every day to practice reading the text by herself.

When I saw it, wasn't this an opportunity? Because I was very biased in subjects at that time, I was very good at Chinese and very bad at mathematics. I am a class representative, and I have participated in recitation competitions or something.

I volunteered with my teacher to sit at the same table with this girl, nominally for me to help her practice pronunciation, and she could help me with math. The plan worked out perfectly, and I finally sat down next to her. I was happy at the time, I don't know how to describe it, and I didn't have those messy thoughts at the time, but I was very happy to see her every day.

She looks at me, or I smile at me.

Later, the teacher transferred me to another position, because she spoke Mandarin very fluently, and she didn't have a big tongue, and she became a member of the study committee. But my math grades are still very bad, and the teacher is afraid that I will drag others back, but now that I think about it, I still sigh very much, that simple admiration, love. It's really wonderful.

Probably that's the youth we can't go back to

Bring the wine and go with me. I'm Mr. Zheng with a story.

I hadn't been at the same table with someone I liked before, and the closest I got was when he sat in front of me, and it was like him sitting next to me, and I loved him being close to me.

Every time I talk to him, I blush, and I don't dare to look up at him when the teacher sends out the test papers, for fear that he will see my shy face because of him.

In the last semester, when the teacher divided the seats, he actually sat next to me, and I remember very well that he sat on my right, and I kept chatting with the lesbian table on my left, just to ease my nervousness about him.

Every morning when I watched him come in my direction during self-study, I couldn't help but shake my hands, I didn't know what I was afraid of, I should be happy, that time was really a mixed blessing! When he wasn't sitting next to him, he expected him to sit next to him, and when he sat next to him, he became so uncomfortable.

I was satisfied with him sitting next to me even for a few weeks, and although we had little communication during this period, it had become a precious time when I was in school, and being able to sit with someone I liked was a dream of mine, and it was a dream of my youth.

It is a very beautiful thing to meet someone you like, we definitely want to have as much contact with the person we like as possible, so when we have the opportunity to share the table with the person we like, of course we will be very happy, even ecstatic, this is a very beautiful experience, I believe that people who have such an experience must be very nostalgic for that period of time.

You may feel that sharing a table with the person you like will affect your studies, or affect your mood, and there may be problems with early love, but this feeling of being at the same table will also become an invisible motivation to make you work hard, and this is the best thing for people in adolescence, adolescence is only once, and some people have not had such an opportunity. So it's a beautiful experience that you have to cherish.

Nervous,,, so nervous that his hands and legs trembled, his chest seemed to be filled with a speed motor, his heart was beating fast, his hands pretended to cover his hot face inadvertently, and he finally calmed himself down and felt as if he was not so hot, and the next second he was inexplicably hot, and wanted to seize the opportunity to have more contact with him, and finally mustered up the courage to talk to him, and he didn't dare to ask him again if he didn't hear his answer, but he was full of oh oh to say that he understood, and he talked once, but he didn't dare to open his mouth a second time.

That's right, from beginning to end, there was only one chance of it, because the teacher asked the exchange table to change the papers, and he did a class with the same table, that's all