An eyebrow that doesn't fit Shuang Yi at all, a crooked nose under the eyes of thieves and rats, a bitter gourd-like face, a hat that doesn't change all the year round, a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and a restless mouth all day. He is Liu from our class.

Chang Lu is white and fat. When he laughs, his eyes narrow into a crack, and he has a pair of big ears. He is so cute. When others read it, they will definitely say, "You will know it is a blessing when you read it."

As he grew older, he became fatter and fatter, and he became more and more aware of the disadvantages of being fat. On the basketball court, all the skinny people are alive and kicking. The more fierce the Vietnam War, the worse he will be. I got off the stage in less than five minutes. Every sports competition, he doesn't brag, everything is the first, but it's a pity that it's the bottom. As soon as he is free, he hums to himself: "I'm bored recently, and my body is like a silkworm."

Chang Lu likes Chinese and math. He never makes small moves in class, and his homework is very serious. There are fewer good books, fewer new words and more benefits in Chinese class.