Bai Yan was taken aback; he couldn't quite understand the situation.
Could it be something about my outfit today?
Bai Yan looked down at what he was wearing that day: blue jeans, a striped T-shirt, very ordinary and clean.
There seems to be no issue with my clothes, so why is everyone staring at me so intently?
Just as Bai Yan was pondering, Fu Chao, who was sitting in the back row, suddenly leaped up, clenched his fists, and started pounding the desk powerfully, roaring in a deep voice: "Bai Yan! Bai Yan!"
This sudden shout completely ignited the atmosphere in the class.
Many stood up, tossing their books in the air, screaming and bellowing their cheers.
Many boys, extremely excited, banged on their desks, led by Fu Chao, making rhythmic "Bang! Bang! Bang!" noises.
"Bang, bang!" "Bai Yan!"
"Bang, bang!" "Bai Yan!"
"Bang, bang!" "Bai Yan!"
The girls screamed, the boys shouted.
Every gaze directed at Bai Yan was filled with excitement and admiration.
