My desk

When I entered the country, I had a new partner. Of course, I also had a new table. My new desk is a girl, this is a strange class teacher, saying that boys are going to talk together in class. So I have to sit with the girls.

My lesbian table is all good, that is, I love to go to class. I remember one time in math class, the teacher is talking about rational numbers. But at the same table, I draw below, until the teacher asks her to answer the question. She only came back to God. She lowered her head and blushed. l When the teacher met, she ignored her.

She also has a special feature, especially careless. Once, she wrote it off. I saw it and laughed at her. She saw me laughing, she was big.

The voice said to me: "Are you stealing my pen?" I whispered, "What about me?" "I don't dare to steal if you look at it like this," she said sullenly. So she found it again. Finally, she found it in her own language. But after a while, he shouted: "My correction fluid!"

Ugh! My desk.

Fifth grade: to Yuechuan