The gap he left wasn't big, and if Geng Lu passed by, she would definitely brush against him and he'd take advantage.
Geng Lu wasn't stupid. She guessed his little schemes.
When Geng Lu first started school, she dared to mock Ma Shicheng. Her good temper was reserved only for Jiang Ning.
Seeing Liu Chuandao's behavior, naturally, Geng Lu didn't show a good expression. She didn't hide her disdain, glancing at him and sneering:
"You usually leave your seat and get pinched by Pang Jiao a lot, right? What's up, have you learned this trick too?"
This sentence was like a pin, piercing Liu Chuandao's heart, making him recall the humiliations he faced. He let out an angry low roar: "What nonsense are you talking?!"
Geng Lu didn't even look at him, turned her head and walked away.
Liu Chuandao wanted to reason with her, but somehow, when he touched the iron door, a stabbing pain like a needle pierced his hand, and a beautiful spark of static electricity flew out.