A boy in the class, Y, looks white, fat, white, very cute, round, uh-uh, uh-uh to the point of Ah Wei's death. The math is also particularly good. Boy B's grades are not good, and everyone calls him a mentor. Pro

A boy in the class, Y, looks white, fat, white, very cute, round, uh-uh, uh-uh to the point of Ah Wei's death. The math is also particularly good.

Boy B's grades are not good, and everyone calls him a mentor.

Near halfway through, at noon the class teacher sat on the podium to let us write questions, the classroom was very quiet, and the hard tool man Boy B was mopping the floor in the corridor. This is the background.

At that time, everyone in the class could clearly hear the lovely voice of Y coming into the classroom from the corridor in the rustling of writing:

"Mentor, you have to give me a fall from this second floor today."

I couldn't stop smiling when I reacted, because my afterglow caught a glimpse of the class teacher looking at the face of Classmate Y who walked in with a flushed face in surprise, and all eyes were focused on him.

The school will give out that kind of small orange, three per person.

Classmate Y is keen to split the orange peel from the middle into perfect halves with the front table, take out the pulp and eat the cloves in half.

After that, he would put the orange peel in the upper right corner of the desk, and the first day was that the orange was a little dry the next day, and the third day became a dry orange peel.

I sat diagonally behind him.

In English class that day, his orange peels all fell to the ground impartially.

He reached out to pick it up.

There were about fifty people in the class, and the seating distribution was extremely uneven.

His seat was very narrow, snapping, falling, and even taking a seat.

The English teacher who was lecturing passionately in dialect English heard a loud noise and looked back in surprise, at this time Y was awkwardly and struggling to move the stool back to its original position, trying to squeeze into the seat.

The English teacher glanced at the students around them who were desperately covering their mouths.

"What's so funny about this, don't base your happiness on the pain of others"

I desperately lowered my head and hid my mouth in the collar of my school uniform, and pinched my thigh with my right hand to show the noble virtue of my good students not to laugh at others.

The whole class trembled and laughed in order to maintain Y's self-esteem