The crisp sound of the class dismissal bell echoed throughout the campus, and the teacher left the classroom.
The previously silent and tense atmosphere dissipated.
Aozawa extended his hand forward.
The blonde girl sitting in front turned around and, seeing his hand blocking the desk, immediately crossed her arms and used her elbows to push his hand aside with the force of a gust of wind sweeping away falling leaves, forcing him back.
Phoenix Academy Maggie took up most of the desk, glaring viciously, "What are you putting your hand here for?"
"This is my desk. I just want to defend my territory."
Aozawa continued to press against her elbow, white and smooth, with the warm body temperature of a young girl, like freshly steamed white bread that made one want to take a bite to see how it tasted.
Phoenix Academy Maggie raised an eyebrow without speaking, and stared at him with a sharp gaze.
Aozawa withdrew his hand.
