On the first day of my senior year, I arrived at school earlier than usual. I barely slept yesterday because of the start of the new semester, and from today onwards, I will have an endless study life, and my head hurts when I think about it. I think I arrived too early. When I stepped into the classroom, I saw a boy sleeping on the table at the back. When I saw his light brown hair, I instinctively walked out of the classroom. None of my classmates in the original class had this special hair color when they were promoted to the third year of high school. Private high schools absolutely do not allow hair dyeing. I think I walked into the wrong classroom. But the class sign outside the classroom said "Grade 3, Class 5". That's right! It was my class. But why was there a strange student in the classroom? I hesitated for a moment, maybe he had walked into the wrong classroom. So I walked into the classroom again and went to the seat of the strange student. He happened to be sleeping next to my seat. I wanted to wake him up to ask if he had walked into the wrong place, but when I looked closely, I found that there was a scar about five centimeters long on his right cheek near his temple. Then I looked at his light brown hair and thought, I'd better not call him, he looks like... "Maybe he's a little bully." I sat down on tiptoe and took out…