The room fell silent, and Julian Fairchild furrowed his brow in deep thought.
Maeve Lane's gaze, which had been fixed on Julian, stood out in particular.
Professor Finch cleared his throat, "The girl who's been staring at her deskmate, how about you answer this question?"
Julian turned his head, his eyes as dark as an icy pool meeting Maeve's light brown eyes.
Her beautiful eyes were like a clear spring.
Maeve was not flustered at all; there was even an air of calm confidence as she stood up.
"Student, what's your name?"
"Maeve Lane."
The moment the name was mentioned, whispers spread throughout the classroom, with many showing expressions of shock.
The person who had been by Julian Fairchild's side all this time was actually Maeve Lane!
"Nice name." Professor Finch nodded, smiling as he asked, "Do you know the meaning of 'Chong Er'?"
Julian furrowed his brows.
