"Do you know Wayne Lane?"
The prominent figure of the academy. Too many people knew him; it would be strange not to.
But Hannah said, "I don't know him."
She bowed her head to eat her food, not sparing a glance for Wayne Lane sitting opposite her.
Wayne Lane was watching her.
After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly began to introduce himself, "My name is Wayne Lane, student of the 1068th class."
It was such a simple introduction, yet it made several female classmates sitting at the same table swoon.
Hannah looked up at him, then greeted cheerfully, "Hello, senior."
It wasn't the first time she had called him senior.
Nor was it the first time someone had called him that.
What was strange was that today's greeting made him somewhat nervous.
He must have been nervous, otherwise why would his grip on the chopsticks suddenly tighten?
After that, they often ate together.
