My desk

My desk is called Wang Jialin. Her eyes are big, like two gold coins, and her mouth is like a big card.

Usually she always talks like thunder, but when the teacher asks her, her voice is low like "mosquito".

She was sitting on the bench and was not willing to calm down for a moment. I will turn left for a while, and I will explore the body for a while, and then I will go back to the back. I don’t know what she wants to do. She is still very arrogant, obviously she is not allowed to exceed the middle line, but she is occupying more than half of the table, just leave me a little empty, because then I always inevitably be touched by her when I write, so that my words are twisted and twisted. It’s ugly.

I had a math class, just when I was sitting right, listening carefully, she touched my knees with my knees. When I bowed my head and looked down, what happened? It happened that Teacher Jia saw the name and criticized me. He said that I didn’t listen carefully. I wanted to explain it. I was afraid that she would not believe me and would have to bow down.

I really want to have a class to listen carefully, and I can get along with you, so that I can maintain my good grades.

First Grade of Youth Street, Yuanping City, Shanxi Province: Wu Haoji