Can't Help Feeling Fluttery, Seriously

Chapter 122

'Twelve times.'

I'd subconsciously counted that many times just since a moment ago.

In only thirty minutes after class started.

Every time I looked at the blackboard, held the chalk, or turned to the students to explain.

Professor Iris noona had glanced toward my window seat twelve times.

If it were our professor, who even zaps sleeping students on the head, then of course she'd be checking the whole classroom to gauge how well everyone was following along.

But that wasn't the kind of gaze distribution, was it?

It felt like she was forcing herself not to look, but her gaze kept sticking to my face and bouncing off again, as if pulled there by a magnet.

She keeps doing it, and it's getting hard to deal with...