Table and chair conversation

One evening, the campus was quiet, Xiao Ming was the last one. When he closed the door of the classroom, he faintly heard the voice. Xiao Ming leaned over the door and heard the dialogue between his desk and chair: Chair boy, I am so miserable! The little master used the correction fluid to graffiti on my face and painted me into a big cat." The desk spoke first.

"Table brother, I am also very miserable! In the class, the little master stood on my face and yelled, and my face was black," said the chair.

"No, you are not as bad as me. The little master used a knife to smash me, but it hurts," the table said.

"Hey! The little master still scribbles on my face with a knife. I also stepped on my face and said what I learned as 'light work' and trampled me dirty." The table also said sadly.

"Yes! We serve the little masters wholeheartedly every day, but the little masters treat us like this." The chair said this and cried sadly.

The chair said again: "I really envy the pair of tables and chairs for Xiaohong! The first thing they came up with, the first thing is to put them out of the rag and shine them, and love them!"

The table said: "I hope that the little master can take good care of us in the future."

"Yes! I hope we will not enter the carpenter's hospital in the future," the chair said.