"HEY, DO YOU WANT TO BE MY BOYFRIEND?!"
Bright's hands gracefully squeezed Zemiro's clothes.
Bright leaned his body slowly toward Zemiro.
Every pair of eyes was fixed on them.
Bright stared at Zemiro while flashing a smile.
Nazma felt her heart beating fast. Zemiro remained motionless. Nazma watched it happen.
The corner of her lips twitched as she saw the scene before her.
Zemiro...
treated like that...
Nazma's breath hitched as she saw Bright's hand gently touch Zemiro's shoulder earlier.
Zemiro allowed his defensive radar to be breached just like that by that 'Mrs. Siti' attack.
Nazma kept watching, waiting for the moment—what would Zemiro do?
Zemiro
What would he do?
He turned his body and stood up. Level with Bright.
"Sure."
His voice sounded casual.
To Nazma? That frequency vibrated through her ears.
Every nerve in her bodyseemed to freeze for a moment, processing what was actually happening.
How could someone so observant and full of control accept that so nonchalantly?
Nazma grimaced widely.
The idol she had always seen as a brilliant observer with extraordinary self-control was actually like this.
Zemiro had just shattered his ideal-guy image just to play along with that.
Nazma could only stare blankly, realizingthatherownobservationradar had just experienced the worstsignal interference in history.
My crush... proposed to with a tablecloth... and he accepted?! Nazma looked away out of jealousy.
Satisfied with getting an answer from Zemiro, Bright immediately turned his body. Flamboyantly. He flicked the edge of the tablecloth into the air. Sauntering away from Zemiro's desk.
The next target was already in sight.
Bright dashed toward the very back row, where Wulan was fully focused on her phone screen.
Her thumbs moved nimbly, controlling the game character she was playing. Bright immediately leaned down beside Wulan's ear.
Covering part of the girl's phone screen with the drape of that cloth.
A small snort began to escape his nose, followed by a violent tremor in his shoulders. "WOIIIIIIIIIIIII."
Wulan lost her focus on the phone. SHE SMILED.
Denise landed her palm on Bright's shoulder, giving him a firm shove. "Hey, you better move! Poor Wulan."
A second later, her laughter exploded.
"Bright, I swear... you look exactly like that viral Mrs. Siti!" Denise doubled over until her eyes squinted and tears came out.
The commotion seemed to become a blurred background for Nazma. She remained still in her seat, letting the loud noise of her classmates fill the room. Her eyes were still fixed on Bright, who was busy acting silly, but her focus was no longer there.
Nazma stared at her desk.
Slowly, the noise of class 7A began to fade from her hearing. Her mind raced far away, piercing through the classroom walls and leaping through time, landing right on a past memory that suddenly appeared uninvited.
The figure of Bright acting silly up there slowly blurred, replaced by the shadow of another boy who possessed a similar energy. She remembered Hyto.
Her elementary school friend was the definition of a chaos magnet—a kid who always had a way to seek attention and never missed a chance to cause trouble in class. Back then, Nazma often felt annoyed, but now she realized something deeper.
Poor guy, he must be like Hyto ... not getting enough attention from his parents. Nazma glanced briefly at Bright with a look now filled with pity.