deskmates, whether of the same sex or of the opposite sex, will eventually have a good relationship, or they will have a particularly bad relationship.

Because deskmates are together every day, no matter what bad things they do, they will help cover up, such as sleeping in class and copying homework.

? Think about it, when I was in school, there were so many students in a class that how many students could finally name them? I can only name a few deskmates so far, but I can't remember the rest.

Everything that happens at school will be implicated in the deskmate, and everyone will help each other. I always remember that when I was a freshman, I was surrounded by boys because I liked to talk in class. I was the only girl in our class who was surrounded by boys.

I didn't talk much for a week. Suddenly one day, my deskmate on the left asked me why I hated him so much. I was surprised and said that I didn't. He arranged the cleaning table of our class. He told me that he had never arranged it for me. I said it didn't matter to me whether you arranged it or not, because even if I did, I wouldn't do it. Because of this sentence, we became good buddies. I admire his boldness, daring not to exclude me, knowing that I am a thorn in the teacher's side, and he appreciates my free and easy personality.

From then on, I covered for him when he slept in class. When the teacher came, he bumped into him. When he finished his homework, he sometimes helped me write my homework. I even helped him chase after a girl in our class, writing love letters and handing notes.

The friendship between deskmates is not that I help you with your homework. You lend me a book or something, but it's actually doing bad things. It's easy for deskmates to do bad things in partnership. Later, my deskmates on both sides became familiar with each other and found that the deskmate on the right likes surfing the Internet and often climbed the wall secretly to go out all night.

We suddenly became three people committing crimes. If we slept in class, we woke up in time, and we did our homework in turn, listening to songs secretly. On another occasion, the three of us fought the landlord in class, and the cards floated right at the teacher's feet when shuffling. We were scared to death, but fortunately the teacher didn't pay attention at all when studying.

in my impression, I was a typical good girl in junior high school. I don't remember any of my deskmates at that time, except that my deskmates were all immersed in their studies, and so was myself at that time. I have no impression at all.

The deskmates in high school are all fresh in their memories. They were punished for doing bad things together, but they may not remember the sweet and bitter days.