I really don't know how lucky I was. The teacher arranged for me to sit at the same table with the most beautiful girl in our class. I was a little flattered at the time. She is recognized as the class flower in our class.
At that time, I remember it was the second day of junior high school. She is tall, so she may go to school early. As she sat in the last row of our class, I was assigned to the last row because I didn't study well.
She is thin and looks thin. But the skin is fair. I compare my arm with hers, just like Oreo sandwich cookies. I am the color of cookies, and she is the cream color in the middle.
Her hair is soft and her personality is kind and simple. She cleans our table very clean every day.
What fascinates me most is her long legs. Maybe it has something to do with her tall figure. Her legs are very straight and very long. Even wearing a thick school uniform, you can vaguely feel the graceful posture. It is such a girl that all the gangsters outside the school are the first to pursue.