How can they just sketching nonsense things on whiteboard, while teacher's missing?
How can they just talk with different gender so passionately?
How can they just talk so much like a rapper?
How can they just casually go to the corridor when there's no teacher?
How can just they yell at each other but don't get offend?
How can they be in a group?
How can they just doing their own business quietly?
How can they just..... being classmates?
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Well, hmm I don't say that I hate my classmates, and I don't say too that I like my classmates.
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