Behind her.
The yellow chrysanthemum quivered as it shed four petals.
Yan Lu and Sister Xin hadn't reacted yet.
She instinctively took the gun.
"Is it like this?" she asked, rotating her left arm inward, then looked worriedly at Bai Lian, "Stand over by Sister Xin. I'm afraid I might accidentally bump into you later."
Bai Lian reached out to adjust her stance.
Upon hearing her words, he looked up, his voice exceptionally light and breezy, "In your next life."
"What?"
"With the way you're doing it," Bai Lian lazily withdrew his hand and stepped back five paces, commenting, "By your next life, you might actually be able to touch me."
Yan Lu: "..."
Afterward, Bai Lian demonstrated again for Yan Lu, letting her record it on her phone to practice slowly later on.
Only then did Bai Lian leisurely leave with his school bag.
After Bai Lian had left, Sister Xin finally retracted her jaw, grabbing Yan Lu's hand, "I think... you are truly... blessed."
