At C High, Zou Yu, the director of the sophomore year, stared helplessly at the desk in front of him. The notes had been sorted into three piles of different sizes and colors. One pile was made up of letters to Chu Jing, who used to rank first in the year and was now second. Another was for Xu Song, who currently ranked first. The last pile contained complaints about the girls from the liberal arts classes upstairs, who kept sneaking down to the first floor and hanging around outside the science classes, especially Class One. What made things even more awkward was that two quite substantial piles of love letters had been delivered personally by the two people involved. In all his years as year director, he had never run into anything so embarrassing. After much thought, he finally came up with a brilliant solution: make the two of them
