? Meng Xiao himself is a cheerful person, and he laughs at others. Nothing bothers me. Nothing bothers me. Not without it, but I don't think about it. Thought of here, my heart will always be pounding, and then my heart will pretend not to care. It is this kind of Meng Xiao who solved all his sorrows by himself. Everyone is heartless, can be a bosom elder sister, can go it alone, or even help classmates do what they want without asking for anything in return. But in junior year, everyone began to do their own thing, and people began to have accidents, and everyone began to wear their own unique colored eyes. But a short message made Meng Xiao's heart as sad as a storm.
? Xiao is my friend who didn't start together until my sophomore year. She is a very delicate little girl. Being with me is like a couple's head. Xiao is a very capable child. She was in the student union when she was a freshman. She experienced the hardships of morning exercise and the contact with the campaign. We like being with her because we have the same friends and different taste buds. We all eat spicy food and are less jealous. I don't eat soy products, and she seldom eats meat. With complementary mentality, we always eat together. Girls. Diners are everything. I cherish this friendship. I don't mind what she says. Do your best. In the way you think best.
? In the next semester of junior year, Meng Xiao found a part-time job to treat her social shyness, so she naturally moved out to work the night shift. Leave the little one alone in that chaotic dormitory. There are always 10 girls running in one way or another in the dormitory. Xiao and I are still fighting, and our friendship is not bad. We can wear a pair of pants and tease each other's boyfriends. Until yesterday, Xiao Ah and I had the same positive attitude towards joining the Party. I did a lot for my classmates, but I didn't hold an attitude of honor. Meng Xiao is straightforward and a kind person. Everyone knows the truth of rewarding merit. What I do for the class and what she does for the teacher are just so-so. Yesterday. Little boy sent a text message: Did the department tell you about joining the party ...
? At that time, my heart collapsed and 10 thousand ideas ran into my heart. Has the department contacted her? Did the department give her the form? Did the department ... such thoughts ran out of my mind, and jealous and unwilling thoughts ran out. Can't sit still, call the new tour guide immediately. Why the new guide? It's a new hospital, a new person in charge, a new irresponsible person in charge, and a new person in charge who doesn't know our class. All he knows is the wandering students, the chairman and the vice chairman ... the guide that makes people feel sad when they think about it.
? The tutor's speech at that time naturally reminded me of Xiao: the chairman and vice chairman wanted better grades in the class, just one chairman and vice chairman, which naturally reminded me of Xiao. I simply recommended myself, thinking that as long as the teacher knew that I had this idea, I would know how much I had done by asking anyone in the class. There is no need to argue. What is yours is yours, not yours, nor is it.
After talking to the tour guide on the phone for less than half an hour, Xiao called me, and I naturally said that I called the teacher, and then Xiao told me, well, I know, I am at the teacher's side. Tell me, the teacher hung up the phone and said to Xiao, "Your class asked about joining the party." . Little A: "Who is it?" Teacher: "Can't you guess?" . Small: "Oh, Meng Xiao". Then I told little A, Barabara, what I thought. Then tell me, little boy, and let me do it myself.
After dinner with friends, Meng Xiao returned to the house he rented. The more I think about it, the sadder it gets. I even want to talk to Xiao A. Anyway, you told the teacher. Come on, I don't want to argue. Give it to us both. This is different. But considering my contribution to the class in these three years, I don't think it's worth it. I designed a travel plan and ran to a psychological counselor for everyone, just because the class is a female monitor. My manhood tells me to do this. I didn't think about it when I did it. I just wanted to give me recognition so that I wouldn't feel that college was in vain.
These are all things for school teachers, and there is nothing to complain about. It depends on who the teacher is. The most important thing is that she-Xiao A, the agreement is that real friends really have to do this when they encounter interests. Talk to me. Anything will do. Not talking to me and ignoring me make me sick. It makes me feel that all my efforts have been fed to heartless babies. When the cubs grow up, they will still avenge me.
I know you will quit the student union next year. This year is your last chance. I can still restrain myself, because there is still a chance next year. But the behavior is so disgusting that I can't stand showing off and showing off.
? Seriously, sometimes friendship is more tiring than love. In addition to not knowing whether it should be resolved, it is more disappointing.
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