On the podium, the teacher spoke with impassioned fervor, gesturing grandly as though surveying the realm.
As for Zhao Cheng and Belvia, both were distracted. Zhao Cheng stared blankly out the window, while Belvia watched Zhao Cheng. Neither had their mind on the lesson.
The sight truly made the teacher ache with frustration, but there was nothing he could do.
After all, before this, Belvia had been a diligent student who paid close attention in class. Her grades were beyond question as well. Though she had transferred in midway through the term, she had scored nearly full marks in every subject.
Of course, the most crucial factor was her identity. He did not know much about that, only that after becoming her teacher, the principal had repeatedly warned him not to interfere with her affairs.
Thus, since he already disliked poor students, Zhao Cheng had become even more of an eyesore to him.
"Say, Zhao Cheng, why is it that now that I'm sitting beside you, you don't look at me anymore?"
Belvia gently tugged at Zhao Cheng's clothes.
"I remember you used to stare nonstop. Could it be that what you can't have is what's best?!"
Belvia said softly.
"So you knew all along."
Zhao Cheng came back to himself and smiled.
"How little do you think of a Legend-class lifeform?"
Belvia gave a soft huff.
"As for why I'm not looking, naturally, compared to gazing with my eyes, resonating through life feels even more wonderful."
Zhao Cheng dodged that deadly question.
As he spoke, Zhao Cheng directly took hold of her hand, as though clasping a piece of soft, delicate jade.
Then Belvia's ears turned bright red.
Their little movements were actually quite subtle, and they were seated in a corner, making them even less likely to draw