The zipper of his school uniform is always open, no matter spring, autumn, winter or summer, he doesn't like to wear quilted jackets in winter. He is white and thin, much taller than me, and likes to lift my things so high that I can't reach them even if I jump. Then he stands and laughs, saying that I am short. His eyes are bright when he laughs, and his hair will sway gently as he laughs. His hair is always long and blocks his eyes. He said that he doesn't like to cut his hair. He doesn't like to play basketball. He likes to play chess and backgammon. He said that is to enter old age early, so he doesn't wear sneakers and doesn't like shoes. He likes to collect figures. His hands are very beautiful, and he has a small mole on his right middle finger. His handwriting is also very beautiful, with small, neat handwriting. He joked that he would practice writing love letters to his future girlfriend. During the activity class, he was not active on the court like other boys. Instead, he sat in the small garden and chatted with friends. I bumped into him a few times, and he would greet me from afar, and sometimes scold me jokingly. He was sitting behind me, a little slovenly. He couldn't find things and always asked me if I had taken them. He always poked my back and asked me to borrow pen refills, saying he would return them to me next time. But what he returned to me was often food instead of pen refills. He didn't like to go out to play during class. I would lean on his table to chat with him. He would step on the table and shake his legs, shaking the table together, and then laugh.
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