What emotional experiences do you misunderstand?

I have had such an experience. In high school, I mistakenly thought that boy just liked to play tricks on me, but in fact he liked me. The story is about my high school deskmate. I saw a birthday present in a joke. He gave me a complete set of Wang Houxiong's works.

My cup was broken by my classmate, and the next day he put the thief's thick cup on my desk. He is the representative of math class, and the rest of the papers are left for me to sleep on the table after class, so I have to cover my pink cotton-padded jacket, no matter what jokes my classmates make. When playing basketball, I have to put my wallet key in my schoolbag, threatening me to keep it safe.

I brought a thief from home, put salty broad beans on the table for me to eat, and my cold and runny nose took all my paper towels ... there are countless such things. On the day of the college entrance examination, he stopped to sort out books and said to me, hey, do you want a hug? I'm a little timid. I think there is another plot, but I dare not resist. I still slowly moved to his eyes and put my head on his chest.

Feeling that he hugged me hard, I pushed him away, took a big step back and smiled at him: ha! Ha! Ha! I have endured humiliation for two years! Finally out of your clutches! I can be bullied by another unlucky person in the future! Ha ha ha ha. He smiled, reached over my head and said, little fool.

After being apart for so long, I have experienced a lot and understood some things. He sent me a set of questions to improve my score and then went to the same university. He has the same cup as the thief. If I can't do this math problem, I lose my temper easily. The only way to vent my anger is to tear the paper to pieces. The more broken I am, the happier I am, which often leads to my waste paper being not enough for me to tear.

Cover me when I sleep. It may smell like me. Giving things to me for safekeeping means that I am not an outsider by default, or to put it another way, I am a wife ... I heard that he made broad beans by himself when listening to his classmates. I heard that I like eating them. The more experience, the more vicissitudes, but there is still a girl's heart in my heart. I will fantasize about a sunny boy, and I will suddenly realize that such a boy once existed.

I flipped through the address book with my mobile phone and clicked into his space. Because he seldom used qq, he found that he didn't know when he had a girlfriend.