I dislike him

Because they are sitting in two rows and two rows, there is a big gap from the center of the podium to the back of the classroom. The head teacher with obsessive-compulsive disorder sees the students putting all kinds of sundries in it. The two columns are joined together.

This had nothing to do with me at first, but the class teacher really extended this refreshing layout, and arranged the desks in the two outer columns against the wall the next day.I felt nothing at first.

When I came back from lunch, my deskmate hadn't arrived yet.I started to write today's math exercises.When the hour and minute hands of the clock hanging above the blackboard coincided with the number 12, my deskmate walked into the classroom slowly and leaned back on the chair.

His books are all placed on the table, which are all textbooks. The table is clean and there is only a piece of white scratch paper.Unlike my desk, there are many test papers and tutorial books, piled up like a hill.

What about my homework?he asked me with a smile.

I squinted at him and then looked away, ignoring him.

He walked to the podium, and the math teacher was sitting in front of us, doing today's noon problem just like us.

Why did you just tell me now that there is no small problem for noon today, people have already done more than half of it, why did you go?

The math teacher criticized him in front, and many people put down their pens and raised their heads to join in the fun.He stood idly by without speaking, as if he was listening to teachings.

Walk around, first take my copy to a copy shop to make a copy.The math teacher stood up with anger in his eyes and gave the person below him a hard look, and the tablemate turned around and left.

Sitting on the seat, I just remembered that the classmate in the third row asked me to give him the small questions on the table at the same table. They handed over the small questions in this column, but forgot to take them for him.

The deskmate copied the paper and returned to the seat. I glanced at him carefully. He was doing his homework with his head down, and had no intention of accusing me.

Suddenly, a ball of paper from the back flew onto my desk, I opened it, and it said, Mouse, copy the answer to me.I immediately realized that this ball of paper should not be for me, but maybe for my deskmate.

I turned my head and noticed his name on the small title, Zhong Qinhao, this was the first time I knew what his name was.I nudged his arm and re-rolled the ball of paper to him.

He smiled at me again, I don't think it was a kind smile, there should be a conspiracy behind it.

After handing in the homework, my deskmate went out.I went to the front of the classroom to get a glass of water, put the water glass on the seat, went to the toilet, and went back to the toilet.

When he came, Zhong Qinhao had already covered his head with his black leather jacket and lay down on the table.

I've never been in a situation like this, and I poked him carefully in the arm, but he still didn't move.I'm angry, hey, don't you sleep and others don't sleep?

I kicked him hard at the leg of the chair, and he stuck his head out of his clothes, his eyes were sleepy, he didn't know why, but his face immediately changed in a second, he was about to wake up.

Unexpectedly, I was pulled hard by him, so I happened to fall into his arms. I was unlucky for eight lifetimes, my knee hit the desk, and I let out a muffled groan.I feel like my eyes and eyebrows are tangled together.

I was embarrassed by the booing of the classmates behind me again, and I was ashamed to be a man. I hated him.