"Classmate, what class are you in?" As we were going down the stairs, a monitor next to us asked.
"I'm from Class 5." Cheng Chuan blurted out.
"Then I'll be in class four."
Cheng Chuan heard this slightly teasing voice, and when he turned around and looked around, he suddenly thought that he was in Class 4. In an instant, her face was as red as the sunset outside the window, and she hurriedly corrected herself, "Ah... I just made a mistake. I'm from Class 4, I'm sorry."
Intention: youth