Postgraduate students are called "postgraduate students" by some postgraduate students. The reason is that it is not difficult to get into graduate school now, but it is only a matter of several times, but it is very difficult to get into a satisfactory school or a satisfactory major. These choices really test the patience and stress resistance of graduate students.

I am a college student in Grade 07. I failed in the postgraduate entrance examination last year. A little unwilling to admit defeat, continue to stay in school for postgraduate study. Two days apart, I have two identities. One day I was a college student, and the next day I became a social worker.

After graduation, I stubbornly stayed in school for postgraduate study. I can't live in the dormitory. I can only rent a house outside, or live by myself, or share it, just like many graduate students outside the school. Anyway, how to save money, as long as it doesn't affect your study.

Looking for a house is very tangled. Find a place far from the school, the rent is relatively cheap, but it is not safe and convenient to study. Nearby, the rent is either too expensive or simple. I'm not afraid of being humble. Actually, those houses are all the same.

But it is true that it is difficult to find a house. At the south gate of the school, the house is full, and several single-family houses have become "postgraduate schools". A house of 100 square meters, with two floors, divided into more than a dozen rooms. Some live in single rooms, some in two rooms and some in three rooms. But they are basically students.

Students are different from students, some study and live with boyfriends, and some are graduate students. It is a little boy who lives next door to me. He is in Grade 08, and he is my major. Speaking of which, he is still my junior.

He doesn't like talking, but he giggles every time he sees me. Sometimes when he sees me taking out the garbage, he will take the initiative to take over the garbage basket in my hand and help me take out the garbage. When I wash clothes, he will help me twist them. He gives the impression that he is a good boy.

I'm a neat freak. I don't like eating in the canteen, let alone eating in the street. I am surprised that I would rather eat pickles with steamed buns than have a barbecue in the street. So I will cook in my own place. After finishing, if I see my junior in the house, I will invite him to have dinner with me.

At first, he was embarrassed to eat. Later, I told him that I wanted to find someone to eat with me. After that, he stopped being polite. I ate it when I called him. I didn't call him many times, and he asked me what to eat.

The girl who lives downstairs told me that my junior likes me. I have a boyfriend, but he is not in a city, so I seldom see him. In addition, he is usually busy at work and can't bear to influence me to review for the postgraduate entrance examination. So it seems that I don't have a boyfriend.

After listening to the girl's analysis, I was afraid of causing misunderstanding to my junior, so I began to alienate him. He thought he would ask me why in the future, and I replied that there was no reason. I haven't talked for two weeks, and I'm busy with my work and eating my own food.

Last month, a thief appeared in the yard. The thief stole nothing but a bra. When the first one was stolen, I thought my sister took it by mistake. But because of face, I didn't dare to ask them one by one. I only asked a few girls with good relationships, and they all said it was wrong.

Two days later, I lost my bra again. I'm a little crazy. At that time, my sisters analyzed that there were abnormal thieves, but I never thought that the person who stole the bra was not a thief, but a schoolmate. Thanks to a sophomore girl who lives with her boyfriend upstairs. Perhaps because she knows men, she boldly guessed that men are psychologically distorted, and finally secretly went to each boy's room to see what happened. As a result, we found four bras under my brother's pillow, all of which were mine.

At that time, we understood everything. My impatient sister pointed to my junior and said that I was a pervert. She told all the girls in the yard that I was afraid of affecting my junior's postgraduate entrance examination, so let her forget it.

Later, my shameless classmate came to my room to apologize. He said he stole my bra because he liked me. At first, he thought he could have dinner with me. Later, I didn't even talk to him. I wanted to learn from my brother at night, so I had to go through my window and steal my bra.