A 600-word essay on You at the Table. Middle School Level ！！！！！！！！

Ugh! How come the teacher let me sit at the same table with him? I heard that he turned out to be the poor student in (6) class! His name is Chen x x, so maybe he might not be that bad! Thinking of this, I sneak a look at him. He was writing something. That long melon face, slightly upturned nose, and an articulate mouth, all felt a bit annoying in my eyes. Who let him be my classmate? The two of us had two days of peace and quiet, and we got along with each other, just not as close as friends. This is the biggest headache for me, because I like to joke too much, not a moment to spare, but how can I joke with him? One day during study hall, I was reading a book when he came in from outside, leapt to his seat in three steps, squeezed his eyes at me and said, "Ugh! You know what? Last time you scored 68 points in the second unit of math test, I only scored 60 points, 8 points less than you, you're great!" He said a whole lot like a series of cannon, led to the students in front of me to ask, my mouth does not say, but the heart is really happy. As I watched him explain, I didn't think he was annoying anymore. At least he cared about his classmates. One morning, I had nothing to do in the classroom, and was about to go out to play with someone. Suddenly, the student in front of me got my book on the floor. I talked to him, but he ignored me and scolded me in return, at which time Chen × × ran over. He reasoned with the classmate in front of me. Finally, he used his articulate mouth to convince the classmate in front of me, and then that classmate picked up my book and left. Our relationship was improving day by day, and so was our friendship. Because of his helpfulness and courage, and because of my enthusiasm and cheerfulness, hard-working and studious. We gradually became good friends. Laughter replaced the original dull air. Although our personalities are very different, our hearts are connected. Thinking of the future graduation, I really can't leave my table, and I hope he won't forget me this insignificant table.