I cursed inwardly, wondering if there had ever been a school that expelled someone for writing a book. I knew this was my weakness being exploited, and they were deliberately retaliating against me.,Sure enough, after a while, the homeroom teacher replied and asked: Who are you,I couldn't help but mutter to myself, "How can he forget who they all are" The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. So I replied: "Your bed sounds so good."。