Ring-ring-ring!
The dismissal bell rang, and the previously quiet classroom instantly erupted into noise.
Zhao Cheng gazed at the scenery outside the window. Even though he had the advantage of proximity, he had no intention of being the first to claim the moon. The girl was simply too beautiful, her presence too commanding—she put quite a bit of pressure on him. He did not even dare entertain the thought of striking up a conversation.
Was he, Zhao, the sort of man to be half-hearted? If he said he liked only one person, then he liked only one person.
Though he had no idea what madness had possessed their homeroom teacher to forcibly separate him from Zhou Yu, it probably would not be long before someone put the power of study points to use.
Suddenly, he saw a fair, tender little hand wave before his eyes.
Along with it came a milky scent—not the smell of milk, but a pure sort of aura, like that of a newborn baby.
"Zhao Cheng, what are you thinking about?"
A crisp voice rang out. Seeing the girl lean closer, Zhao Cheng instinctively leaned back and put some distance between them. He was a little "startled," just short of saying, Don't come any closer.
"I was thinking..."
"Wait, how do you know my name?"
Zhao Cheng reacted quickly, immediately spotting the problem.
Belvia pointed at the workbook sitting atop the pile of books on his desk. The name Zhao Cheng was written in huge characters on its cover.
"Classmate, do you need something?"
Zhao Cheng asked, unable to understand where this was going.
From the impression Belvia gave him, she should have been the sort of person who was difficult to approach. That was why her current behavior left him puzzled.
"Zhao Cheng, do you