When I was at school, I was a very partial student. I am good at Chinese, but I am particularly bad at math. However, this kind of thing, or this kind of thing, the exam, there will always be accidents. There is always a time when I didn't do well in the exam, and sometimes I suddenly came up with an answer without doing a set of papers. It is such a situation that I failed the exam. And what happened after that was even more disgusting.

I already know that I didn't do well in the exam, and I didn't pass the Chinese exam, which was my worst result, but I didn't care too much. There is a boy who always chats with my deskmate and repeatedly says that he failed in Chinese and did well in the exam. I didn't find these at first.

One day, when my deskmate and I were discussing this paper, my good friend sent me a note saying that if you took that test, I wouldn't talk. I was angry. The content of the second note is that you came home from school last night, and that boy commented on you in class, which is ironic. It was in the morning and the exam was going on. The more I think about it, the angrier I get. I'm a boy behind my back. What a good dog! A boy told me about my grades and his comments, but it was disgusting. I really don't deserve to be a man. Talking to my deskmate over and over again, that is to say, for me, it's really mean to the sky. I was drawing toilet paper to vent my anger. At that time, there was only one aisle between him and my seat, and I kept cursing and cursing. He looked at me sideways and dared not say a word. I know, in fact, he dare not mess with me. If he really annoys me, he must be beaten up by someone. No one dared to ask me what happened when I slammed the door. When I came back, I gave him a dirty look. I haven't spoken to him since this happened, nor have I heard him scold me.

But being laughed at is a strength. It's really hard.