I cheated my deskmate that year.

When I was in primary school, the school classroom was still a straw roof.

Every year after the wheat harvest, the school requires students to donate wheat straw and bran to maintain the school building.

In order to arouse students' enthusiasm, those who donate more will be rated as advanced students.

Because my father is not at home, the crops on our private plots are always worse than those of other farmers. However, I was just unanimously elected as a "three-good student" last semester, and my mother asked me to pick a better wheat straw and send it to school, and it was one kilo more than the teacher asked.

I don't know whether my deskmate sympathizes with me or deliberately targets me. He also donated an extra catty of wheat straw.

After school, I looked at my deskmate sarcastically, and the subtext was obvious: wait and see.

My deskmate looked at me strangely, as if to say, I will never lose to you.

In the afternoon, when I came into the classroom sweating with a basket of wheat bran on my back, the basket of wheat bran at the same table had been waiting in the classroom for a long time.

My beaming face suddenly disappeared, and I was wondering how to surpass my deskmate in the donation of a class.

After careful consideration, I finally came up with a brilliant idea to beat my deskmate.

Before I went to the logistics office to hand in the wheat bran, I secretly stuffed a broken brick into the wheat bran basket at the same table and tied a small rope under my wheat bran basket.

Do both, and your deskmate will be a complete failure.

When the logistics director weighed the chaff for me, I stepped on the rope end on the ground with my toe, and the scale suddenly jumped up and almost hit the director's face.

The director said, "Five catties, so heavy, can it be fake?"

My heart jumped into my throat at once, and it would be embarrassing if the director found out.

As the director said, he rummaged through the wheat bran in the basket with his hand and naturally found nothing.

The director may feel embarrassed about his behavior and patted me on the head with a smile and said, "Little classmate, wheat bran is very real, and I will praise you at the meeting."

The director's words made my face look like a ripe persimmon, so red.

When it was my turn to sit at the same table and weigh the chaff, I kept laughing secretly, feeling smug, and there will be more fun in the future.

The wheat bran at the same table is five and a half pounds. After weighing, the director should keep the account.

The chaff at the same table is half a catty heavier than me. I put half a brick in it, which is so heavy.

It is out of the question. If it is not exposed, the glorious title of advanced students will be at the same table.

I can't shoot myself in the foot, so I reminded the director, "Do you want to check his chaff?"

The director said that chaff is only half as heavy as mine, so it can't be fake.

Seeing that my deskmate was about to pour wheat bran into the donation pile, at this critical moment, I threw the leader's badge into my deskmate's wheat bran basket.

When I picked up the badge, I reached under the chaff and took out the broken bricks.

I picked up my badge and left my deskmate's bran basket. The logistics director picked up the broken bricks and flew into a rage at my deskmate: "There are not many people, but many tricks!" "

The deskmate complained that he didn't know where the bricks came from, but no one believed them.

The wheat chaff at the same table was not recorded and confiscated directly.

My goal of embarrassing my deskmate was achieved. With the laughter of my classmates, my face gradually returned to normal, and my deskmate's face gradually became redder than a ripe persimmon.

Later, the school held a commendation meeting, and I was rated as an advanced student who donated wheat straw. My deskmate was criticized by name for cheating.

On the way home from school, I saw my deskmate shaking his head and rubbing his red eyes. I silently tore up the advanced student certificate in my hand.