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Behind her,
The yellow chrysanthemum tremulously shed four petals.
Yan Lu and Sister Xin had not yet reacted.
She subconsciously took the gun.
"Is it like this?" she rotated her left arm inward and then looked at Bai Lian worriedly, "Please stand a bit closer to Sister Xin. I'm afraid I might accidentally bump into you later."
Bai Lian reached out to adjust her posture for her.
Hearing this, she looked up, her voice especially light and breezy, "Next lifetime, perhaps."
"Ah?"
"You like this," Bai Lian lazily withdrew her hand and stepped back five paces, assessing, "It should be possible for you to hit me—if you practice until your next lifetime."
Yan Lu: "..."
Afterward, Bai Lian demonstrated for Yan Lu again and let her record it on her phone to practice slowly later.
Only then did Bai Lian leisurely leave with her schoolbag.
After Bai Lian left, Sister Xin finally pulled her chin back, grabbing Yan Lu's hand, "I think... you really... have good fortune."
