Zhang Yang puts down his schoolbag and sits next to the girl. The girl has a good smell. He wants to see the girl's face clearly, but the girl lies there, just using her arm to cover her face tightly.

I'm sorry to disturb others, so I sit up and look at the blackboard, only to find that all the students in the class are staring at themselves.

"are you publicity? Are you the boss of the city? " A boy with a prickly hair stared at Zhang Yang warily and asked.

"why?" Zhang Yang waved and smiled: "do you think I look like that? Just like me, I'm still...