Elvis rolled his eyes; everyone else thought he was handsome, so why was it taken for granted when it came to Luo Qianqian? Was she blind? He touched his face and leaned in close to Luo Qianqian again, "Take a good look at my face, and make sure you're not mistaking me for someone else."
Luo Qianqian rolled her eyes, "How could I possibly mix you up? In our school, you are definitely 'Number One.' Sure, there are others who dye their hair, even in gold or red, and there are those who wear colored contacts—purple, red, silver, people have them all. But the obvious features of a Westerner can't be made up with just hair and eye color."
Elvis found himself at a loss for words. Was she implying that she wouldn't recognize him if there were more foreigners?
Luo Qianqian turned her head to look at the girls approaching closer, shivered a bit, and whispered to Elvis, "I have a feeling something is going to happen."