I dislike him

In the first year of high school, the head teacher implemented a democratic seat selection system.That is, instead of relying on height, individuals can fill in their three wishes according to their own test scores, just like the college entrance examination.

There are a total of eight columns in the classroom, and a coordinate axis is established in the middle. The two columns in the middle are one, and each expands outward. The two sides are symmetrical, and the two outermost columns are four.The vertical axis is the number of rows.The three volunteers are the three coordinate points.Each coordinate point has its symmetry point on the other side of the vertical axis.

This is very interesting, when no one knows what kind of seat others will fill, unless you are the first No.2, you will definitely choose the seat you want in the first choice.If it is No.3, but it is consistent with the first choice filled in the first and second place, then he will have to retreat.Therefore, the competition is quite fierce, and everyone tries to avoid disadvantages as much as possible. Otherwise, even if the test scores are good, they can only end up being assigned seats by the class teacher.

I did well in the monthly exam this time, No.5.I breathed a sigh of relief, and chose to sprint as my first choice, the last row of the golden position, the first column and the fourth row.

But I was dumbfounded when I heard the class teacher announced the seat on Monday. I was actually in the first row of the fourth column.Everyone knows that the first row is basically the exclusive seat for poor students, almost because no one can choose it under the nose of the teacher, so it is left for those who cannot get a seat at the bottom of the ranking.

It took a long time to digest before I remembered that I might have reversed the ranks. I must have been kicked in the head by a donkey.Although I was not reconciled, the facts speak louder than words, so I silently packed up my things and moved towards the corner near the door.

There is an aisle near the door, so there is no chance for me and my new tablemate to meet.Of course, I don't want to have any possibility of talking to him.

It is March now, because the classroom is on the first floor of the old campus, so there are many flowers and plants outside the door, colorful birds and flowers. I used to always be in the inner circle of the classroom, and I just glanced at the window during class. I didn’t expect to turn my head slightly now. The scenery can be so beautiful.

But I still hated the position because I was suddenly the goalkeeper.The teacher asks to close the door in class, and when a classmate forgets to close the door when he goes to the toilet at noon, I have to get up and help him close the door, and the students behind him ask to close the door for him.With such requests, although I felt a rise in popularity at the beginning, over time I developed a deep resentment towards the door, but I hated my deskmate even more. Even though we were both sitting near the door, I was the only one who closed the door.He, for his part, was still huddled in his black leather jacket and kept his ears shut.

I dislike him.