After class ended, Song Meiling took her time to pack up. She kept stealing glances at Zhang Enyu, waiting for the other students to leave.
She saw him leaving when she quickly caught up to him. "Zhang Enyu," she called out. He paused, turning his head slightly, glaring at her.
"Em, sorry—Mr. Zhang?" she corrected herself.
Zhang Enyu kept walking, looking ahead. "Can I help you, Miss Song?" he asked her.
Song Meiling held a binder in her arms, squeezing it. "I want to do well in this course, Mr. Zhang. I will take this class seriously," she said determinedly.
Zhang Enyu paused. He glanced at her with his smoke-grey eyes and silvery lashes. "You know when my office hours are," he said deeply. Song Meiling shivered as Zhang Enyu walked ahead away at a faster pace.
She stood rooted, trying to compose herself before the next class.
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