I am a hard-working student. He is unable to extricate himself by focusing on studying, and is autistic and does not pay attention to modification. On my head was oil refined for at least a week, and my face was covered with ashes accumulated for several months. My misty eyes could not see my classmates and teachers clearly. Only the bright red pen on my homework could wake me up for a moment.
Even so, I am still a living person, and I can still feel the drool from my deskmate hanging down and almost dripping onto the back of my hand. She said:
"My deskmate, you smell so good."
"Let me take a bite!"
Taking into account my psychology, she thoughtfully put on a mask and squinted her eyes. She put on a mask, but then took off another mask.
Poor helpless child, hold me tight, I'm like this, what do you see in me?
"My deskmate, you are so kind to me. I don't need to put any extra effort into firing you."
Huh?
Her gaze lingered on the top of my head.
. . . . . .
It turns out that you will also like me like this! ?
I turned my head and looked directly at her. The figure in her eyes showed a bright smile.
"You know what, deskmate."
"You smell great too"
"Hey hey"
Author demining:
Text third person
The author himself is very casual
Purpose: Love classmates