A few days later, it was my turn to do the same thing again. There was an ipad and some snacks in the bag that day, which was almost as heavy as hers. As soon as she received it, she changed it back for me. She said it was too heavy for me to carry, so she moved two steps away. She smiled when she spoke. I thought she was playing with me. I also replied to her in a joking tone: "Big Brother, please, help me carry it up. I have three couriers. " I didn't expect her to reply to me: "Oh, what can't I take? I believe you, come on!" I turned upstairs and really ignored me. I was shocked, but what else could I do?
At that time, my express delivery was really heavy. They are a box of cherries, a pair of shoes and a small piece my mother bought for me to move back with both hands. Many of them really killed me. My bag slipped during this period, and I struggled to go upstairs. Then I washed the cherries, and she came over without asking, reaching for two. I raised my hand and blocked her hand back. I smiled and said to her, "Brother, I don't have enough to eat myself. It's all mom's love. " Don't let her eat one. When you are in trouble, the person who hides farthest is not others, but your roommate.
In fact, some people in college are only suitable for being roommates, but they can't be friends for life. When you can't melt them in the dormitory and make sure you haven't done anything wrong, you don't have to struggle too much. There are always people who can talk to themselves, and some people don't think so. Good friends don't have to live in the same dormitory, but they can live in high school.