Shane stretched out his hand, prompting a crew member to pass him a bag swiftly. He casually tossed it onto the desk beside Seraphina, moved around her, hooked his foot under a nearby chair, and settled into it. Reclining, he propped his legs on the desk and crossed them like he owned the place. The class stared wide-eyed and confused. Why didn't Shane take action against Seraphina? We anticipated he'd either eject her or at least make a scene. Instead, he simply sat down beside her. Breaking the tension, Seraphina glanced at the frozen Brinley and called out, "Ms. Ostell, class isn't over. Shall we continue?" Brinley blinked, snapping out of her daze. "Oh, uh... right! Yes, of course," she stammered, fumbling to regain control of the lesson. Meanwhile, Juliette sat in shocked silence, her mind spinning. Why?This doesn't make sense. Shane isn't the type to go easy on anyone—man or woman. If anything, he is known for not holding back. Shane was Bloomington School's quintessential lousy boy—devilishly handsome with a rebellious charm that girls couldn't resist. However, no one felt brave enough to reveal their feelings to him any longer. Those who did were usually humiliated—either tossed into the lake or dismissed with a cold rejection. Now, he sat peacefully next to Seraphina, utterly unfazed by her earlier remarks. This went against all expectations, leaving the class bewildered and disheartened, particularly Juliette and Alina. They had hoped Shane would help them get revenge, but things didn't turn out as expected. Shane reclined comfortably, his eyes drifting to Seraphina. Sunlight poured through the window, accentuating her delicate features and pale skin. The gentle illumination showcased every subtle detail, including the fine hairs on her cheek. His eyes lingered. She's got the kind of skin you don't see every day. It looks like porcelain. He wasn't one to overthink his impulses. Before he could stop himself, he involuntarily stretched out his hand toward her face. Seraphina caught his wrist in a firm grip just as his fingers were about to brush her cheek. She turned her head, her cold gaze locking onto his. Her hold tightened as if she was ready to crush his hand. The curious classmates swiftly focused on the source of the commotion. Whispers circulated as they noticed Seraphina holding Shane's wrist, and speculations arose that Shane must have tried to make a move on her. The atmosphere shifted instantly, a palpable buzz of anticipation filling the room. Brinley's voice shattered the quiet. "Focus up! This is class time!" Unfazed, Shane twisted his wrist smoothly, freeing himself. His fingers brushed lightly against her cheek as he slipped past her grip. Her skin was just as soft as he'd imagined—maybe even softer. A sly grin spread across his face as he teased, "Not bad." Seraphina didn't even flinch. She turned back to her notes, ignoring him entirely, focusing on the lesson as though nothing had happened. Her indifference caught Shane off guard. Feeling somewhat restless, he let his legs fall from the desk, placed his bag on the table, and rested his head on it. Within moments, he was asleep, utterly unbothered by the world around him. The warm afternoon sunlight filtered through the windows, casting a golden glow over the classroom. It fell on the two figures—one sound asleep, the other intently taking notes. They shared no interaction, but the scene felt oddly calm, almost harmonious. The bell rang loudly, but Shane barely stirred. He furrowed his brow, turned his head, and resumed sleeping. The typical noise and chatter were clearly missing during the break. Everyone spoke in hushed tones, careful not to disturb the back corner where Shane rested.In the next two classes, every teacher who walked in couldn't resist glancing toward that corner. Their voices softened unconsciously, and the room seemed to hold its breath as if the balance of peace depended on keeping things quiet.