When I was taking English class, the girl sitting next to me said: "The boy in front of me is so handsome from the back." I put on my glasses to look at the boy sitting in front of me, and said to her: "Yeah, yes." Later, after attending class for nearly a semester, I remembered this incident again. I only remembered that I had stolen money in the dormitory because I was wronged. I secretly cried for a long time, but I didn't want to give up on what I wanted to do, so I secretly formed a team, and the next day I stopped five boys in the English class like a female gangster. The rest of the story just happened naturally. Even thinking about it, I still feel a little embarrassed in front of everyone. . . .