My classmate

She is a girl from the countryside. She just transferred to our class this semester. Her actions are very vulgar, her voice is very loud, her Mandarin is not so standard, and she is very rustic. She always likes to interrupt others when they are talking, and she likes to be nosy. So all the students in the class hated her very much. They didn’t want her to make friends. They even hid behind her and pretended not to know her. When there are literary and artistic activities, she is not allowed to participate, and when there are performances, she is not allowed to appear. Everywhere she was excluded, in the eyes of her classmates, she was an “ugly duckling”.
Although I have some sympathy for her, in my eyes, she is the same person. She was sitting at my front desk, often turning her head to talk to me in class, but I didn’t pay attention to her. But the teacher did not think so. He thought it was I who first spoke to her and indiscriminately asked me to write a 800-word review book. That’s why! I clutched the review book in my hand and stared at the man in front of me, full of resentment. I hated him to the extreme for the first time.
Later, she was constantly attacking me, so the hatred in her heart slowly turned to hate.
But after that, my view of her changed dramatically.
That morning was a school meeting. Early on, we lined up in the playground. Along with us, there was the beautiful and hot sun. Unknowingly, thirty minutes have passed since the leader spoke above, and he has not yet announced his dissolution. The mild sunshine suddenly became agitated and extremely hot. Gradually, it seemed to me that my head was becoming heavy and my body was shaking, as if my center of gravity was unstable, and that I was about to fall half at once. At that moment, she seemed to be aware of my abnormality standing behind me. She patted me on the shoulder and asked me, “What’s wrong with you? Is it uncomfortable?” I turned my head hard and answered weakly, “I seem a little… Dizziness. ” She looked at my pale face and said, “Come on, I’ll take you to the teacher.”
She held me in one hand and held my arm tightly in the other, pulling my hand in a terrible pain. I don’t know if she did it intentionally or intentionally, but I really want to struggle. But out of frustration, she had to follow her. “Teacher, she’s not feeling well.” “What’s wrong? Not well? Wait a minute. I’ll call your parents to pick you up and have a good rest.” “No, don’t use the teacher,” I said half, but choked again, the teacher looked at me doubtfully. “My mother was on a business trip yesterday, and my father was busy with his work. I didn’t want to disturb them. I could walk back on my own.” Before the teacher could speak, she rushed to say, “What can I do about it?” You’re so weak. What if something happens along the way? You can’t walk back alone.” “But I can’t get away with my lessons. What can I do about it?” Is the teacher right? “Teacher, let me take her home.” The teacher hesitated, nodded and agreed, “Remember to be safe.”
I really don’t know how the teacher would agree with her absurd proposal. My heart was in a panic. She must have been in a bad mood. Halfway through, I feel more and more uncomfortable and I don’t know what to do. She looked at me. I was sweating, pale, and could not see any blood. She seemed frightened by the look, and she said, “Why don’t I carry you?” Without looking at her, I said firmly, “No, I can go myself.” She gave a silly laugh and asked, “Where do you live?” “No. 21 Xiuzhou East Road.” I said powerlessly.
After a long time, I finally got home. I took out the key and opened the door. She helped me in. She poured a glass of water and handed it to me without saying anything. Then she looked around and said with a smile, “Your house is quite well decorated!” I looked at her disdainfully. “By the way, where is your kitchen?” I thought she was hungry and wanted to go in and find something to eat. I pointed there impatiently. “Where’s your medicine box?” she asked. “Under the cabinet on the left.” Then I went into the bedroom.
After waking up from a confused awakening, I dragged my frail body into the living room and saw at a glance the steaming bowl of noodles on the table. I frowned and thought: There must be something wrong with this! She is not so kind as she is on weekdays. I approached curiously and there was a small note next to it, covered with scrawled fonts: You should be a little hypoglycemic? I’ve got the medicine for you. It’s on the counter. There is also a cup of warm boiled water, remember to take medicine on time. The patient needs more nutrition. I made you a bowl of noodles casually. You can rest assured that there is no poison in it. Watch out for more rest. I’ll invite you to have a rest. Rest assured. I’ll go back to school first. —— ZXL (Signature)
See here, my tears rush out, instant warmth rushes to my heart. How could she be so kind? I can’t convince myself any more. Looking at the bowl of noodles and the note on the table, I felt guilty. She used to be a kind and helpful girl. Was I wrong? Or did I not find out at all? I don’t know why, but I know she’s really kind. Originally, a small matter does not mean that she is all bad; originally, can not be arbitrarily excluded, hate a person.
Think about it, I see her silly smile and the scene that she helped me…

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