When we enter college or society, do we still remember those years in high school? The scenes of male classmates rolling up their sleeves to show off their muscles, female classmates talking secretly after turning off the lights, and our deskmates always letting us look at the teacher are still vivid in our minds. Some moments will remain in the past forever. It turns out that there is a kind of fate called classmates, and it turns out that there is a kind of ambiguity called deskmates. The look of us running towards the cafeteria after class is so embarrassing now that I think about it, but I miss us so much, I miss us so much.