Getting along with excellent people gives me the greatest feeling that I will gradually become excellent. In my junior year, my class transferred a boy from the biology department. He wore a white shirt and light jeans. He smiled and had two dimples, just like zhangzhilin. Later, he was assigned to our next bedroom. Before he went, the next bedroom was a biochemical bomb research room. There were all kinds of yellow underwear and socks dripping with black water. The first words everyone said when they went to their bedroom were nothing new: what a his mother stink! After he went there, he spent three hours in the evening to clean up the bedroom. The floor was reflective and the tables and chairs were neat. After entering the door from the outside, the people in their bedroom hurriedly said: sorry to go to the wrong door. After going out, I looked at the doorplate and rubbed my eyes. Then he took the mop to clean the bedroom every two days, and there was no complaint. The people in their bedroom were embarrassed, but he was not a fag like cleanliness mania. He just needed a clean environment. He gets up at about seven o'clock every morning, then goes to the playground for running. After three or five laps of running, he goes back to his bedroom to change his clothes and eat breakfast. He has been in high spirits all day. I have never seen him show fatigue. He talked to everyone kindly with a smile on his face. When someone asked him for help, he would help others solve problems enthusiastically. When he first came to our class for half a month to elect the monitor, he won the position with nearly unanimous popularity. During the picnic, he bought supplies, ordered a car and borrowed a camera to burn the grill. The whole process was in good order. The next class was envious. They didn't bring enough food for the last activity and almost ate people. He even made some blankets for the girls to play poker. At that time, three girls said they would have children for him in the future. He just smiled shyly. During the basketball game, he took the lead, played the game and arranged the tactics as a coach. He won the second place in the school. The first was the Department of physical education. After all, we couldn't keep up with our physical fitness. After that day, he invited all the players to a meal and said that he was grateful for everyone's success and failure. Everyone was very moved. He was very generous. As long as his classmates met him in the supermarket, he would invite people to drink and eat something. We were all very embarrassed. When we saw him, we all pressed his hand and said: monitor, I'll buy you a coke and give you a chance. He doesn't like playing games. He likes to go to the library to read books. He stays all morning. His conversation is very interesting and his communication is like a spring breeze. Our class teacher likes to ask him to go to the office to chat when he has nothing to do. Do you think he was killed by a poor family? No, his father has his own company. His mother is the director of a hospital in Wuhan. The assets of his family are conservatively estimated at eight figures. He can drive a luxury car to soak up beautiful women like the rich second generation, but he doesn't. He treats life with a pious attitude and cherishes every moment of life as the last. What's more surprising is that the six people in their dorm became white-collar workers when they were still struggling after graduation, and they got along well in their respective companies. Excellent people are like a bunch of light. If you stay with them for a long time, you don't want to go back to the dark anymore!

Getting along with excellent people gives me the greatest feeling that I will gradually become excellent. In my junior year, my class transferred a boy from the biology department. He wore a white shirt and light jeans. He smiled and had two dimples, just like zhangzhilin. Later, he was assigned to our next bedroom. Before he went, the next bedroom was a biochemical bomb research room. There were all kinds of yellow underwear and socks dripping with black water. The first words everyone said when they went to their bedroom were nothing new: what a his mother stink! After he went there, he spent three hours in the evening to clean up the bedroom. The floor was reflective and the tables and chairs were neat. After entering the door from the outside, the people in their bedroom hurriedly said: sorry to go to the wrong door. After going out, I looked at the doorplate and rubbed my eyes. Then he took the mop to clean the bedroom every two days, and there was no complaint. The people in their bedroom were embarrassed, but he was not a fag like cleanliness mania. He just needed a clean environment. He gets up at about seven o'clock every morning, then goes to the playground for running. After three or five laps of running, he goes back to his bedroom to change his clothes and eat breakfast. He has been in high spirits all day. I have never seen him show fatigue. He talked to everyone kindly with a smile on his face. When someone asked him for help, he would help others solve problems enthusiastically. When he first came to our class for half a month to elect the monitor, he won the position with nearly unanimous popularity. During the picnic, he bought supplies, ordered a car and borrowed a camera to burn the grill. The whole process was in good order. The next class was envious. They didn't bring enough food for the last activity and almost ate people. He even made some blankets for the girls to play poker. At that time, three girls said they would have children for him in the future. He just smiled shyly. During the basketball game, he took the lead, played the game and arranged the tactics as a coach. He won the second place in the school. The first was the Department of physical education. After all, we couldn't keep up with our physical fitness. After that day, he invited all the players to a meal and said that he was grateful for everyone's success and failure. Everyone was very moved. He was very generous. As long as his classmates met him in the supermarket, he would invite people to drink and eat something. We were all very embarrassed. When we saw him, we all pressed his hand and said: monitor, I'll buy you a coke and give you a chance. He doesn't like playing games. He likes to go to the library to read books. He stays all morning. His conversation is very interesting and his communication is like a spring breeze. Our class teacher likes to ask him to go to the office to chat when he has nothing to do. Do you think he was killed by a poor family? No, his father has his own company. His mother is the director of a hospital in Wuhan. The assets of his family are conservatively estimated at eight figures. He can drive a luxury car to soak up beautiful women like the rich second generation, but he doesn't. He treats life with a pious attitude and cherishes every moment of life as the last. What's more surprising is that the six people in their dorm became white-collar workers when they were still struggling after graduation, and they got along well in their respective companies. Excellent people are like a bunch of light. If you stay with them for a long time, you don't want to go back to the dark anymore!