My deskmate high school (1)

The new semester begins, and I welcome a new deskmate, Cheng Xueyao. Although her name sounds nice, in fact she is a tomboy who is different from others. She wears a high ponytail and is a little fat. She usually pouts when she is angry and cannot keep secrets. If she finds that the answers are the same, but the teacher's comments are different, she will make a big noise and would like to let the world know her "achievements".

When I first sat at the table with her, I would first draw a line. The purpose is very clear: don't want to make trouble with her, and live in peace. However, the situation near the "38th parallel" is often tense, with occasional small wars. In order to stop the war, we came to an agreement and finally the relationship between our deskmates returned to normal.

In a math class, Mr. Meng took an exam in class. I wrote fast and did several questions at one time. But the off formula calculation baffled me, because the teacher asked me to use a ruler to make symbols, and I searched my schoolbag and stationery box but couldn't find a ruler. What should I do? I became totally disoriented. Just when I was extremely anxious, a ruler came from the "38th parallel". In order to preserve my image, I whispered, "I don't need to". "Don't try to be brave, use it quickly, I will use it after you use it!" Cheng Xueyao glared at me and whispered. I took the ruler and continued to work on the problem. With my efforts and the help of my deskmate ruler, I finished the test paper perfectly. Whenever I think about this, I am always embarrassed. If it were not for the help of my deskmate, could I finish the examination paper so smoothly?

"Hey, Liu Zhilin!" My deskmate nodded at me, and I saw that I had occupied most of the desk again unconsciously. "Hey", I smiled embarrassed, and immediately moved my arm over

My deskmate high school (2)

At the beginning of the first day of junior high school, I sat down and looked forward to the arrival of my new deskmate. "Hello, can I go in?" I looked up at the sound and saw a boy who seemed to be not good at learning standing beside me. Ah, this is my deskmate! I was very angry because he could do nothing, so I hated him and kept away from him all the time.

His name is Wang Ninghai. He has a round head and a round head and looks silly. Every morning when I come to school, this pesky is already sitting in his seat. When he saw me coming, he smiled and said, "Jiang Wenbin, you are coming!" However, I was ungrateful and always gave him a hard look. Many times, I threw the waste paper that I had wiped my ink into his drawer. He never said anything, but just smiled at me innocently, and then threw the waste paper into the dustbin.

Last Wednesday morning, after the bell of the third class rang, a classmate asked me to explain a problem to him. When I finished my topic and walked to my seat, the teacher was already handing out a new notebook. I found that there were two notebooks on our desk, one good and one bad, while my deskmate was sitting on the seat... I wanted to run to grab the good one, but I was afraid that my classmates would laugh at me, so I thought I was unlucky. I thought: a nuisance like him would certainly grab the good one. But later it turned out that the opposite was true, and his action surprised me! He did not hesitate to put the "rotten" notebook with a big tear on my desk! Ah, what a surprising move! His practice made me feel very ashamed and made my heart pounding. You know, this is not just an ordinary action, it contains a kind of most sincere feelings, embodies a kind of most noble quality!

My deskmate, he really impressed me! Compared with him, I look so small! I am really proud of having such a deskmate as him. Although he did not achieve ideal results in the exam paper and could not publish excellent articles in the composition selection, I can find his beautiful soul in his words and deeds.

My deskmate high school (3)

I have a barbaric deskmate. Usually, he likes to meddle in his own affairs. When he has something to do, he shouts to people. There is no gentlewoman style at all, just a "barbaric girlfriend". I always respect my deskmate like ice. But one thing made me change my mind about her.

It was a summer afternoon. I was just about to go back after I had emptied the garbage, when a roar of anger poured into my ears. I followed my reputation and saw my deskmate holding a little boy with tears on his face, pointing angrily at a big boy and shouting loudly: How can you bully a younger brother when you are so big? Also rob his toys, respect the old and love the young, where have you learned! Apologize to your little brother. "

However, the other side doesn't like the same thing as his deskmate at all. He seems to have nothing to do with the sharp reprimand and disdain. He whistles in his mouth and shakes his head and arms. "Hey! Don't admit your mistake, otherwise..." My deskmate was so angry that he even said threats. Why does the bad boy sneer? I haven't started yet. You want to do it! I'm a good man who doesn't fight with women. If I start, I'm afraid you can't stand it! Then he kicked, and saw his deskmate calmly hiding beside him, easily avoiding this move. You may not know that my deskmate is not an ordinary weak woman, but he is a taekwondo expert. I saw my deskmate stretching out his hands and legs, but I still didn't see any movement. The bad boy has come to a big horse. How awesome!

She smiled and pointed to the boy with her right hand. Apologize! After taking these measures, the bad boy not only apologized, but also returned his little brother's toy. Reach out for help when the road is rough. My deskmate also has the style of an ancient female Xia!

Since then, I have appreciated the "rudeness and barbarism" of my deskmate. It's really admirable that a girl can be so courageous! Do you think I can not change my opinion of her?

My deskmate high school (4)

When the new semester comes, we will say goodbye to our old deskmates again. I don't know who we will sit with this year. Oh, it's really exciting! After the teacher lined up the tables and chairs, we all sat down according to our student numbers. I heard a cry in the classroom: "Woo~I don't want to sit with you!" It turned out that my friend was crying.

"What's wrong with her?" I asked hurriedly. "She has been his deskmate for more than four years, and has been scattered in this semester, don't you know?" "Ah? That's what happened!" My heart "thumped", faster and faster! "Bang, bang, bang..." I was really afraid that I would sit with someone I didn't like. This... I didn't dare to think about it anymore. I just sat there. I didn't come to my senses until the teacher called my name. "Here!" My loud voice echoed in the classroom. "Hurry, go beside him!" the teacher shouted sternly. no The scene is exactly the same as I imagined. I did it with him. Forget it, just bear with it! When I got to the new seat, I didn't say a word more, thinking: "How can I spend this semester?" My deskmate sniffled and said to me: "Hello, I'm glad to be your deskmate. Please take care of me more!" "Mm-hmm." I said, but thought: "Take care of you more? Bah!" Soon, half of the semester passed, and we became more familiar with each other, It turns out that he is not so annoying. He is just a little sick. It's no big deal! He cares about people.

I remember that once again, I was ill and could not leave my seat. He helped me to hand in my homework and everything. He even brought me food. Speaking of it, I really want to thank him! If you don't like your deskmate, as long as you get used to it, you will find that he has many advantages. Sitting together is also a kind of fate, so you must treat your deskmate well!

My deskmate high school (5)

From primary school to now, I have many deskmates, but the closest and best one is Wang Ming. His round face, high nose, big ears, thick eyebrows and big eyes always seem to convey a message of wisdom and friendship to you.

Wang Ming has a quick mind and quick reaction. Every time the teacher asks questions in class, he always raises his hand first and answers them accurately. He not only studies well, but also loves work. We are inseparable friends in life and good partners in study.

I remember once, the math teacher left a math problem in class and asked us to give it to him the next day. I said, "Let's go play!" He seemed not to hear what I said, and still sat there thinking about problems. I was ashamed to disturb him again, and ran out to play alone. When I entered the class, I saw that he was still frowning. I looked at him quietly. I was infected by his learning attitude. I also thought about it in the sea of questions. After a lot of deliberation, I finally worked out the answer. I said, "You can go out to play this time!" But he still didn't want to play with me. He was calculating another solution, I had to wait for him anxiously, looking at the figures on her manuscript paper, like tens of thousands of ants lying on it, densely. After about ten minutes, his eyebrows finally opened, and his face showed a satisfied smile. Suddenly, he jumped up and said to me, "I can figure it out!" Then he explained it to me, and I suddenly realized that this solution was simpler than the one just now.

One more thing made me admire him. He always regarded himself as the master of the class. He volunteered to keep the class clean without being sent by any teacher, so as to prevent dust and paper scraps from invading the class. It is our class that wins the first place in every health assessment and is on the school list.

He has helped me a lot both in school and in life, and I always regard him as a model for my study.

As soon as I mentioned my former deskmate, I immediately worried about her because she was an overbearing girl and loved to fight against others. She is tall, tall, with short hair flowing down her forehead, a pair of small eyes matching her fat face is very unattractive, and she likes to keep a stiff face and stare, which will make you feel scared.

When I was at the same table with her, she made many "treaties" for me: no crossing the 38th parallel. Rubber is provided free of charge. Pencil...... If you don't follow it carefully, you will be beaten and kicked by her. Although I have made many revolutions, they have not succeeded, so I have to swallow my pride.

One thing that I still remember is that in a final exam of Chinese simulation, everyone was seriously answering questions, but my deskmate kept copying my answers when the teacher didn't pay attention. I couldn't stand the "bombardment" of her eyes, so I covered the part with my notebook while doing it. When I looked at her again, she was already angry and stared at me with eyes that seemed to say, "Wait after class!"

As expected, after class, as soon as she waited for the teacher to go away, she threw the pencil box on my desk hard to the ground when I was not paying attention. The pen spilled all over the ground, and I hurried to pick it up. Before she could get over her anger, her eyes widened. She picked up the pen I hadn't picked up and threw it outside the classroom. When I saw this situation, I was so worried that I almost cried. She stood aside, her hands akimbo, and she bit her teeth and said, "This is the end of you not letting me see the answer!" I was so angry that tears rolled in my eyes. I went to the teacher to judge. I thought she would "die miserably" this time. Unexpectedly, when she came to the teacher, she looked like a changed person, pretending to be very aggrieved, and timidly said: "I accidentally knocked the pencil box off. I looked out of the window to think about the question during the exam, but did not copy his question." The teacher just casually said a few words to her and let her go, After coming out from the teacher, she still made faces at me. I was so angry that I felt very aggrieved. I can't say how bitter I am. I had to admit that I was unlucky to meet such a deskmate.

This is my deskmate, a deskmate that I can't forget and that I hate very much.

My deskmate is called Yang Bosi. He is a small talker, so he is often criticized and fined for writing instructions. The only time he likes him is when he neglects to finish his homework. When he writes instructions, he often asks him how to write them, So he also has a nickname - "explain the master". In short, his position in my mind has been low until something changed my view of him.

I still remember that it was a math class. At that time, the class made me hate having trouble. It was the fraction word problem. Teacher Zeng asked us to do exercises after he finished his lecture. I saw that the first question was very simple and quickly worked out. But when I looked up, I saw that Yang Bosi, my deskmate, was working hard on the question. He racked his brains and still didn't work out. At that moment, I thought to myself: "Yang Bosi is often inattentive. Maybe teacher Zeng will call Yang Bosi and ask him to answer the question later. I might as well use this opportunity to tell him the wrong answer. Maybe he will make a fool of Yang Bosi later. What a perfect plan! I then told him the previous wrong answer in detail, and he was also very happy as if he didn't know that he was in the dark, but the second question baffled me. I couldn't do it anyway, and I was very anxious, so that I was about to be burned. At that moment, Yang Bosi came to my ear and quietly told me the answer to the second question. I was doubtful that he would tell me the wrong answer. But time was running out, so I had to trust him. During the evaluation, I was excited and hoped that Yang Bosi would make a fool of himself at once, but it was not as I expected. Yang Bosi was not invited. I told him that I was not to blame for the wrong answer, and I also gave me the correct answer to the second question, which made me very moved.

Although Yang Bosi is very naughty and likes to gossip, he is also helpful, but he never changes these bad habits. It's really "easy to change a country, hard to change its nature"! This is my deskmate Yang Bosi.

My deskmate high school (6)

My deskmate is like this. She is 1.65 meters tall, with a short ponytail and a small face that I laughingly call "compact". In fact, she is a woman man. She is fearless. Her favorite project every day is to play around with other girls in and out of the classroom, and occasionally she wants to find a home for insects, glancing at me

I have seen her courage. We sit near the window to study at night. In hot summer, the window is usually open and ventilated, but there are always strange insects coming in. I happened to meet such a big bellied ugly worm. The disgusting appearance made me tangle, my deskmate said; "You old man, look, I will kill it for you."

I watched her find a piece of thick paper and wrap the worms carefully. I can't help sighing that when a girl was brave and careful, she just gave a "I chirp!" and then a textbook was thrown on the wrapped paper. A stench swept through and I almost smoked. When she couldn't stand being around, she just giggled. It was a bedbug. I want to cry without tears, the worm beat to death in my position.

Once outside the classroom, I saw a more shocked scene. My deskmate and her friend directly overturned a boy of 1.75 meters to the ground, and burst into laughter: "Wow, ha, ha, ha!" I was so surprised that I went to ask the brother, and the boy said, "We made a bet." Later, I often saw my deskmate chasing the boy like a mad dog.

My deskmate is the legendary "outraged girl".

The boy stammered; "She was cleaning the blackboard. I laughed at her for being too short, and all the boys beside her were laughing. She bet with me that if she knocked me down, she would buy her breakfast for a week. I laughed and fell on the ground before I could respond." I looked at the boy blankly, sighing; "Brother, who is the boy at my desk?"

I remember she told me that she was childhood sweetheart with a boy, and that when she grew up in a community, two families were opposite. Boys were timid when they were young, but they were never bullied because they were always under the protection of their deskmates. It's like a dog's blood TV series. My deskmate and he have a good relationship for a long time. At this age, they play puppy love. But the words that were cursed by teachers and parents are not good.

After all, she failed and was abandoned by the boy to pursue another girl. She was also accused of letting her parents fight together in love. "I'm going," I said to myself. "I'm going to go."

Sure enough, she stormed away. The next day, she grabbed the boy onto the platform of the playground and called her class of boys, "Just like this, let's play back wrestling. If anyone doesn't play, I will never finish with him!" Everyone looked at each other, looking at their deskmates on the edge of the rampage, and dared not speak. All of them shook their heads like rattles and said in unison; "Play with Mao..."

A group of boys stood at the bottom with their hands tied, and the boy said aloud; "Do you really want to play?" My deskmate looked at him coldly, and the whole audience was silent. The colleague shouted; "Ready, five seconds later, I will jump with you and surpass myself."

Ten seconds later, the boy climbed onto the platform with a pale face to make his deskmate ready to jump. The deskmate glanced at the boy disdainfully, turned his back and stood up for ten seconds, turned his face, and said pale; "I see you jump." The boy below nodded desperately. The boy gestured and said; "It's all coming. You can't lose... It's cowardly. I'll help you." Then he went to help his deskmate, who screamed and shouted; "Don't touch me. My father is the deputy commander of the military region. Don't touch me. I'll shoot you! Grandma, help me. He wants me to play with my life. I won't play. I will return to work."

At this time, the boy whispered; "Still playing, still playing, still playing..." Then, one of the deskmates lost his pace and fell into the arms of the boy at the bottom, which was put on the ground, and the boy stood looking like a wooden chicken. When I heard this, I laughed wildly and was beaten by my deskmate until I could not breathe.

The thing at the same table is accompanied by laughter, stupidity and sadness in every corner of her youth. She is so unrestrained, playing with the past life, defined by happiness.