I took notes carefully anyway, always looking down.
不论怎么样我都仔细的记着笔记，一直低着头。
I couldn't stop myself from peeking occasionally through the screen of my hair at the strange boy next to me.
我情不自禁的时不时的通过我头发的间隙去偷看那个我旁边奇怪的男孩。
During the whole class, he never relaxed his stiff position on the edge of his chair, sitting as far from me as possible.
整节课，他从来没有在他倾斜的椅子的一角放松下来，尽可能的坐的离我远。
整堂课，他都僵直地坐在凳子边缘，不曾放松，尽可能地坐得离我远一些。
I could see his hand on his left leg was clenched into a fist, tendons standing out under his pale skin.
我能看见他的手在他的左腿上握紧成一个拳头，肌腱在他白皙的皮肤下特别明显。
This, too, he never relaxed.
这也肯定他从来没有放松下来。
He had the long sleeves of his white shirt pushed up to his elbows, and his forearm was surprisingly hard and muscular beneath his light skin.
他穿着长袖，他的白色衬衣紧绷着他的肘部，
他的白衬衣的长袖管挽到了手肘以上，他的小臂结实得惊人，雪白的肌肤下全是肌肉。
He wasn't nearly as slight as he'd looked next to his burly brother.
他并不像他看上去那样轻微旁边他的魁梧的兄弟。