Crimson clouds spread out in the sky that should have been blue, the dazzling sun and the horizon squeezed together, and in the less noticeable place stood a green pine in the distance, which seemed to be praying.

The scenery is changing, but life is still moving forward quietly according to the established trajectory. It's like someone counting down the first ten seconds of the class bell, and someone presenting a painting on a clean desk. Just like me, no matter in class or in class, I always sit quietly.

My name is Tao Anran, I have to introduce myself in such an old-fashioned way, you don't want me to draw my name from someone's mouth, there are very few people who know me, even a few people who have talked to me, I am a person who is still in the outside world, timid, shy. It may be hard for you to meet someone like me, but I am willing to write myself to you and tell you my story.

Tong Yao, the most famous girl in our class, is not because she is beautiful and has good grades, but because she leads a "women's army", which is a group of people who specialize in discussing boys' gossip, they are good at collecting the ** of the handsome guys in the major classes, so to speak, as long as you look good, you are digging three feet into the ground, and this "women's army" can also dig you out and swallow you alive.

But what is quite dramatic is that the military flowers in this "women's army" are all single, perhaps because they have seen too many handsome guys, and their vision is naturally high. Therefore, the boys in my class have a special eye for not provoking them.

Of course, although I don't say or participate, it doesn't mean that I'm not interested in handsome guys at all, my idol is Yan Yalun, I've been chasing him since he released his first song, and at that time, I felt that this boy was very affectionate just by listening to the voice, and what I liked was a handsome guy who took the affectionate route.

Moreover, I sat in my seat, and I didn't study all the time, and I also wrote novels from time to time, dreaming that I would become a sunny and cheerful girl, like all normal girls, chatting about makeup and gossiping, and looking so gregarious. But when I woke up, I was still sitting quietly in my chair, not a pair of eyes looking at me, and no one came in my direction.

It's really not too much to say that there are no handsome guys in my class, although handsome guys are hard to meet, but there is always a one-in-thirtieth probability, but there are thirty-four boys in my class, and there is no handsome guy, and those who look good are still stuck in the fat pile.

Even so, my class's results are not easy to compare, I only ranked thirteenth in my class, and I ranked fifteenth in the whole school, so our ranking in the class is basically the same as the ranking of the whole school, and we are respected as the "fairy class".

Even people like me who are difficult to contact still feel very comfortable in this class, because it is really difficult for me to accept a new group of faces and a group of new people, but the division of the second year of high school forced me to another unfamiliar class.