In the small space between them, the air became oppressively heavy and continued to spread outward. It was a strange sensation. It allowed Aozawa to hear the voices in the classroom gradually subsiding, unrelated to the upcoming class. Before the bell, the classroom would never lose its usual boisterousness. Instead, the silence was because the girl before him was in a terrible mood. When Phoenix Academy Maggie wore a stern expression, those who glanced her way, whether intentionally or not, would perceive a grave aura. Consequently, they felt it was not the time for loud chatter, leading to the current silence. It was like during an exam when the academic dean stood behind the window, scrutinizing the students' every move.
Aozawa swallowed, raised his hand, and patted Phoenix Academy Maggie's shoulder. "Maggie, why are you ignoring me?"
