In Primary 3, I was still optimistic about making friends. Not as much as when I was even younger, but I still made attempts to do so spontaneously. I would talk to every seatmate I had, even boys. The only thing I did not expect was that the seatmate I had, who was a boy, would turn out to become a bully. Initially we got along well, but just a few days later, he made fun of me for the first time. I remember that I cried and was afraid of talking to him the next day, in which he talked to me as usual. Then, he made fun of me again, leading to the same result. This went on seemingly endlessly. I do not remember much about this now, so it is very vague.