No Need to Be Infatuated

In the first semester of his sophomore year at Huayuan High School, Huaxi was replaced by his teacher as a new boy at his desk. As soon as the two met, they began to "pinch" each other. "Where did you move from?" "Class 6, I just moved here. The head teacher asked me to sit here." The boy's face was pimpled, but his tone was firm and he would not give in at all: Women are just paper tigers in the final analysis. "Let's talk about it first. I have mysophobia. I hope you don't have any bad habits. I have a low tolerance. Don't expect you to sit in this position for a long time." "I'm not a germaphobe, but I don't care about cleanliness. You see, the socks on my feet haven't been washed for a week. I threw them on the wall at night and stuck them on the wall. I pulled them off and put them on again the next morning. So, I have a high tolerance, both for others and for myself. I rarely change my deskmates. If it weren't for the liberal arts and sciences, I would probably be able to hold on until the day before the college entrance examination with my good friend." The boys also showed no signs of weakness and were very sharp-tongued, giving Huaxi a counterattack. Xia Meng, who was transferred to Class 6 from the class next door, fell in love with Zhang Xiaobei, the boy sitting behind her, at first sight. As time went by, their relationship began to become a little unusual, so Zhang Xiaobei proposed an arm wrestling match between the two. "I'm a boy, I'll give you half of my hand." Zhang Xiaobei tore off a piece of paper and put it on his hand, and the two began to "shake hands" for the first time. Xia Meng drank a few glasses of beer while her classmates celebrated their birthday together. On the way back, she sat on the back seat of Zhang Xiaobei's bicycle. On the uneven road, Xia Meng grabbed Zhang Xiaobei's corner. It was just that year, youth, flowers were beautiful, and summer dreams were few! Purpose: to transcend the ignorance of adolescence, bravely realize your ideals and gain love