MyroommateJohn

　　Onenight,whenIwashavingabathaloneinthewashingroom,thelightsud-denlywentout.“What’sup?”Ishouted,butnoreplies.Itseemednobodywasintheroomandtheswitchwentwrongagain.SoIwentouttoswitchitondirectly.Justatthatmoment,aflashofcamerasuddenlyappeared,followedbyaburstoflaughter.“Perfectpostures.Smileandsaycheese!”ThenIsawasmilingfaceinthecorner.Oh,mygod,itwasJohn.Healwaysplayedvarioustricksonpeopleanditwasmyturn.Asfastashecould,heranoutoftheroom,sayingthat“Greatpictures!I’lluseitasmycomputerbackground.”

　　Indeed,he’squiteanaughtyboy.Tallandhandsome,hewearsathickmustache.Hehasmanyhats,andwhenthewintercomes,heusuallyhashispurplehatonalldaylongevenwhenheissleeping.Andthatalwaysremindsmeofascenethatacutebabyinthecradle.

　　Istillrememberthetimewhenhefirstenteredtheuniversity.Ashehadneverlivedinthedormitorybefore,hewasn’taccustomedtothecollegelife.Awayfromhome,hemissedhisparentssomuchthathekeptacloseandfrequentphonecontactwiththem.Andalmostallthetalkswerethesame,hisparentalwaysinformedhimofthedosanddon’ts.AndJohnjustnoddedhishead,saying“yes”or“Igotit”Thingswerealwayslikethat,andafterthetalk,hewouldstrictlydowhathewastold.Butwhenitcametothe

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　　dormitoryrules,thingswerequiteopposite.

　　Withthegarbageproducedeachday,thecleaningwasdoneinturn.ButwhenitwasJohn’sturn,hewouldalwaysfindsomefineexcusesandrefusedtodoso.Wecom-plainedalottohim,butitdidn’twork.Itseemedthatalltherulessetforthedormitorywasinvalidforhim.

　　Honestlyspeaking,heisquiteadiligentstudent.Evenduringthemilitarytrain-ing,hestillsparedsometimetostudyinthelibraryandsometimesevenabsentedhim-selffromthetraining,whichwasquiterareinthatperiod.Andtheabsencefinal