To some passengers, Jiang Ning was now an extremist. People occasionally sneaked glances at him, but none dared meet his eyes.
Jiang Ning ignored those so-called "saints" and raised his head toward the luggage rack.
During the Lunar New Year travel rush, many people were heading home with bags large and small. Jiang Ning and the others had arrived late, so the luggage rack was already crammed full.
In this situation, they could either put their luggage in the connection between two carriages or in the space behind the last row of seats.
Jiang Ning swept both areas with his Spiritual Sense and found them completely packed as well.
That left only one option: put the suitcase in front of their seats. With the legroom taken up, they could only sit with their legs curled up, which was terribly uncomfortable.
The elderly woman who had tried to reason with him earlier was exchanging looks and whispering with the people around her. Every now and then, she glanced at Jiang Ning. Clearly, she was gossiping about him behind his back.
A high-speed train was an enclosed space. If you met someone you disliked outside and felt uncomfortable around them, you could simply turn around and leave. But not on a high-speed train. No matter how unhappy you were, you had to stay until the ride was over.
The old woman chose to pass the time by badmouthing him.
In the quiet carriage, Jiang Ning suddenly spoke. "Whose big red suitcase is this? It's in the wrong spot. It's crooked, so I took it down."
A small commotion instantly broke out. The old woman, who had not cared at first, spotted the red suitcase. Once her own interests were involved, she was like a wild boar kicked in the rear, her words