With not a piece of dialogue, the story was told solely through her gaze and manner.
Besides all the rumors about her these days, Fang Eleven always seemed quite pleasant. Perhaps this was because she often rejected boys' confessions, offending quite a number of people.
Suddenly, Eleven stepped off the stage and walked towards the boy.
He happened to be sitting on the edge of the corridor and flinched when he saw her approaching. He backed away a little and stammered, "H... How...?"
Her gaze was so unsettling. He felt inexplicably guilty as if he had genuinely betrayed her. His heart quivered.
Everyone in the front row, including the instructor, could clearly see Eleven's look. It was a mix of loss, sadness, which slowly morphed into a hopeless countenance.
When the clear slap sounded, everyone in the large classroom was stunned.
