The class bell rang, and a figure walked in at the right time from the door. He had a figure like a supermodel, an angular face, and a pair of eyes as deep as a clear spring. He stood still on the podium, supporting the desk with both hands, and looked at the extremely enthusiastic classmates below. The corners of his lips were slightly raised. After all, everyone has a love for beauty. Of course, there is one person excepted. There is a student in the window seat who is sleeping on his desk. The morning light of his birth shines on him through the glass, adding a sense of beauty to him.