Narrative composition for the fourth grade: My mother and I fought wits and wits _700 words.

Lively and cheerful, like painting and music, and his academic performance has been good. I have been a class cadre for several years. Don't look at me like that. In fact, I am also a fun-loving child: I like playing computer games best. However, my mother only lets me play for one hour every Friday at noon. How can this satisfy my "big eater"? After many observations, I found that my mother went out to exercise with her colleagues almost every night and didn't go home until around ten o'clock. This makes me secretly happy that I finally have a chance to have a good time, haha! So, every night after my mother went out, I immediately jumped to the computer desk, pressed the switch, turned on the screen and started "fighting". Usually I play until about 9: 30, and then I turn off my cell phone so that I can go to bed before my mother comes back. Such a day is really happy! Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. One day I was playing CF games on the computer, and I was fighting with my opponent. At this time, I heard the door bang, and my mother appeared as a god. Shit! Mom caught me red-handed. I don't know what my mother will do to me. I'll take it this time. Sure enough, when my mother saw me playing computer games, she immediately got angry, pulled me against the wall and gave me a good scolding. I finally got my mother's pity and agreed to let me go to bed. But lying in bed, I still think about how to fight with my mother. So I have the following battle stories: First, my mother went out to exercise and didn't come back on time as before. Instead, she played cat-and-mouse games with me, sometimes having a sudden attack and coming home early. Well, I was caught red-handed, and some painful scolding is inevitable, so I have to put up with it ... Secondly, sometimes I play computer games late, and although I sleep, I still can't sleep until my mother comes back, so I can only pretend to sleep. But my mother is profound after all, and I can see at a glance that I am pretending to sleep. After some interrogation, it was a good scolding. I have repeatedly committed "dogma" and the following crimes. This time, my mother came up with a new trick-setting a power-on password for the computer. Do you think this can beat me? Don't! From then on, I always get up and leave the computer gap after my mother turns on the computer, and take the time to play. Ha ha! The cat-and-mouse game continues. ...