This is the first time the author has written a novel. If you don't like it, you don't have to read it. If you have any suggestions, please let me know.
Intention: He is the top grader who always sits in the front row, and even has to tuck his shirt into his waistband. I am always ranked third from the bottom, and my school uniform jacket is always tied around my waist. There are two full rows of seats between us, as well as the distance that the teacher calls "a sky and a ground". Until that day, he bumped into me smoking on the rooftop. No report, no reprimand. He just said with red ears: "Classmate... Can you teach me how to skip class?"