the boy like kiwi 猕猴桃一样的男孩.doc

Candice Danielle2018/4/2820161180019A guy like kiwi.Not long ago, we finished the mid-term examination. Almost everyone said mathematics test was very difficult. But for me, it was just a piece of cake. Though I happened to review all the test points of exam this time fortunately, it couldnt deny my intelligence for I answered all the questions with certainty. Maybe Im not a genius, but at least talented. I thought. The math teacher walked into the classroom with a frown on his face. He didnt say that the failure rate was 75 percent until we were all quiet. I could feel his anger and disappointment. However, he didnt blame us too much. He just asked the monitor to send out all the papers without publishing the results in front of the class. “No way! Didnt I catch the points? Or was I too careless with the Numbers?” I became nervous and my heart beat violently.The monitor came up to me without facial expressions, and put the crisp paper in my hand. I took a deep breath and then turned my eyes from his face to the paper. The 98score(full mark is 100) red notes made me feel relieved, and in the meanwhile, made my extremly happy. For a moment, my body was very light and I even wanted to dance. The impulse to show off my grades made me unable to sit still in my seat. In my mind, the most correct choice for high school students should be happily waving the paper, screaming loudly and immersing in the praise. But that was just in my imagination. Growing up in Chinese culture, I understand that, as a girl, I have to behave in an implicit manner and to be modest. I sat for a few minutes after having corrected my small stupid mistake. Then threw the paper into the desk and began to look around curiously at the other students. A student who was black, fat and surprisingly hairy unlike the Asians attracted my eyes. He, was the boy who always was the No.1 in our class. Although my grades could ranked among the top, I never won the first place which had belonged to him for a long time. At this moment, he was lying on the table writing something with brow furrowed.“Whats going on? Didnt test well? You are finally not as good as me.” I was silently cheering.After taking a peek at the teacher to ensure that the journal in his hand completely covered his upper body. I began to turn to see how miserable the kiwi-boy had been. I deliberately threw the eraser in his direction and then leaped to look over his shoulder.The next scene shocked me, and even petrified me for a while. The big bright red 100 came into my view. Look at his draft paper for a moment carefully did I suddenly realized that he was trying to think of another solution to the last puzzle. My face was flushed with shame. I went back to my seat quietly, took out my papers, and worked as hard as he did.He is the one who impressed me the most, and I will never forget this fat boy who looks like kiwi that I have laughed at for three years and admired more.Actually, I never explain the true reason why I describe him as kiwi. Of course, fat, hairy, even ugly are the parts of reasons, but the inner world is the essential one. You can never know Kiwi fruit pulp looks like, or how rich nutrition before you peel it off. So does he. His diligence, his intelligence, his devotion, his purity and his goodness can never be found until you truly feel him