There was someone on the roof of the train.
Huai Shi sensed the unusual echo from the train's faint vibrations—the stealthy, light footsteps. The skill was indeed flawless, admirable, almost as delicate as falling leaves.
But here lay the greatest flaw.
Since when do falling leaves move like a person, creeping and crawling, especially on the roof of a Shinkansen picking up speed? It must be some kind of train fanatic. This level of skill probably wasn't even up to par with the trial class at Orchard Gym.
After a glance, Huai Shi lost interest and looked away.
Then, he felt the teenage girl sitting opposite tense up and start to glance over, subtly yet deliberately. She was trying not to draw attention while watching Huai Shi.
A poor attempt at spying.
Incomprehensible.
However, to the girl sitting opposite, things didn't seem that simple.
The moment Huai Shi looked up and then promptly looked away, her heart skipped a beat, and she froze.
