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I want to talk about my high school classmate, who is a sleeping god. During his sleep from grade one to grade three, the class teacher was helpless to him. In order not to affect the study of other students, he always arranges in the last row and the last seat of the classroom. Even if the classroom is changed halfway, the seats have not been changed, and the results are usually foggy. I got more than 200 points in the college entrance examination and gave up studying and taking part in the work directly.
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We always keep in touch. I have been a sales manager for five or six years now. This process is so jumping that all our classmates can't believe it is true. Even I dare not think about it. I always thought he was just bragging. I didn't expect his progress to be so great. I simply underestimated him.
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My classmate from small to large, a boy, is also very black, nicknamed "Lao Hei". From elementary school to high school, I have always been a classmate, and I have always studied the worst. He has been sitting in the last row of the classroom since grade one. At first, he was tall. Until he entered junior high school, the allocation of seats was arranged according to his academic performance. Not surprisingly, he still sat in the last row and never moved forward once.
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I haven't contacted him for two or three years since I graduated from high school. I accidentally became a colleague with him when I jumped ship some time ago. Now I am the leader of the project team, and my work is ok, and I can turn over, but I found a problem. His seat is still the last one. ...
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One of my classmates is also sitting in the last row, and his academic performance can be described as scum. Teachers always give up. He didn't say he wouldn't study, but he still couldn't learn. How can I put it? Maybe his talent is not learning.
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I learned about his present situation among my classmates some time ago. It turned out that he joined the army after graduating from high school. Now I am a traffic policeman, married and have children, and my life is much better than mine.
It seems that when everyone is at school, the last row of seats in the classroom is reserved for students with poor academic performance. But these students in the back row, in their later lives, lived a different world!
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