Xue Yuantong ran to the front of the classroom to get water, but her movements were a bit slow, and another student beat her to the dispenser, turning the indicator light red.
She held her cup and waited beside it for the water to boil.
Jiang Ning, meanwhile, turned his head.
Today, Geng Lu wore a black down jacket with a white turtleneck sweater underneath. She sat close to her desk—perhaps too close, as her puffy sweater seemed to plaintively rest on the desktop.
Jiang Ning glanced at her, then quickly looked away, thinking it impolite to stare.
He silently used his Divine Sense.
Through observing with Divine Sense, Jiang Ning noticed that the space between Geng Lu's desk and the ones adjacent were quite narrow, making her feel cramped.
In contrast, the space around Jiang Ning's own desk was quite roomy.
Jiang Ning knew this was Geng Lu's doing.
He pulled her desk forward slightly, easing her discomfort. The sudden move made her sweater jostle a bit.
