During the afternoon English class, Zhang Shaoqing looked longingly at the catgirl, Qianqian, standing at the front of the room teaching.

She hadn’t spoken to him all day!

Just yesterday morning, she’d been so enthusiastic—why the sudden cold shoulder?

Could it be that she didn’t like him anymore?

Zhang Shaoqing’s face, full of melancholy, froze for a moment, and he cast a slightly guilty glance at Wang Jie and Wen Yang on either side of him. Lowering his head, he leaned forward on the desk.

Why did he feel a strange thrill?

Not because she was no longer clinging to …