The raise of Maureen Smith and her Good Luck System-Chapter 29 - comforting words

After a moment’s thought, she picked up the focus range of the Hundred Schools League that she had just written.

Since she was going to give Maureen the key points, Maureen wouldn’t be able to participate anyway.

From the corner of her eye, Ann was keeping an eye on Bianca.

Seeing her stand up, she quietly did so too.

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On the other hand, Maureen was trying to adjust to being mask-free and the recipient of many staring eyes.

After all, she had been wearing the mask for a year now, walking amid the crowd—most people would at most notice her figure, not the mask covering her face.

Therefore, it had been a while since she received this much attention.

Now, she suddenly removed the mask, prompting not just her classmates from the international class, but even people from outside classrooms to take a peek.

During the break in the second afternoon session, someone said to Maureen,

“Someone’s looking for you outside.”

As Maureen put down her pen and walked out of the classroom, a group of boys were surrounding a tall, not unattractive boy, pushing him forward and urging him to hand over the drama tickets he held to Maureen.

” Maureen, Harold wants to invite you to a play!”

“Hahaha, quickly say yes!”

Maureen recognizes a few boys from the Evergreen Class, two of whom also participated in the fight this morning.

The boy called Harold looked stiff, not daring to meet Maureen’s gaze.

He said to his few companions,

“Scram, scram, scram.”

Even as he said these kinds of words, he still pulled out two blue theater tickets from his pocket, coughed, and handed them to Maureen.

“This Saturday afternoon at five, I want to watch it?”

One of the low-ranking students from the International Class sitting by the door shouted at the others outside,

“Scram, scram!

You Evergreen Class folks are no good, you had a fight this morning and now you want to flirt with our International Class girls!”

There was a clamor outside, the noises were pretty loud, but Liam wore noise-canceling headphones, hugged the small hand pillow Maureen got him, and lay asleep on the table.

His silver noise-canceling headphones cost tens of thousands, of such high quality that once worn, you won’t hear a thing.

Niel was so anxious that he stretched out his arm and pushed Liam’s back hard:

“Liam, the house is on fire and you’re still sleeping,

wake up!”

If not you will get burned alongside the house.

Liam woke up with a very grim face.

His whole body exuded low pressure.

He wrenched off his headphones, threw them on the table, turned his head and glared fiercely at Niel:

“You are getting on my nerves…”

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw what was happening outside.

Suddenly, he stood up so fast that he almost fell off his chair.

“What have these guys been eating?

Do they think I’m dead?”

Liam’s fists clenched, and he headed out.

Niel hurriedly stopped him and whispered:

“Calm down!

Calm down!

If you go out and beat someone up now, the whole school will know you like the transfer student.”

“I just like…” Liam exploded: “How could I possibly like her?!

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She’s the one chasing me!

Did you get it wrong, when have I ever liked anyone?

You dare to say such things?!” Niel glanced outside and suddenly said:

“Eh, it seems the transfer student has refused.”

“Do you remember the immersive show tickets you saw last year, Liam, the one called ‘Sleep No More’?

They were over a thousand each, yet the transferee unexpectedly refused them.”

Liam suppressed his anger, utilized his tall stature, and glanced out the window.

As expected, he saw Maureen telling someone called Harold,

“I’m sorry, I need to focus on my studies.”

After she said this, Maureen didn’t even take the ticket.

She directly turned and headed back to the classroom.

Liam sneaked a glance at the boy who offered the show tickets, noticing his crestfallen and embarrassed look, losing face yet still trying to squeeze out a smile.

Liam felt better all at once.

“Huh,”

he was neither rushed nor angry now.

With the demeanor of an upstanding man, he sat down, raised his leg, and satisfactorily watched the dejected person leave from his resting head.

There was no need for him to step in;

little mask handled it all by herself.

She didn’t spare a glance at anyone but him.

Niel touched his chin and said,

“But I feel that Maureen still wants to watch that play.

Just now, she eyed that ticket for a while.”

“Isn’t that easy?” Liam hummed, took out his mobile phone and started booking tickets.

He recalled Maureen’s desperate attempts to stick with him for toilet cleaning and her decisive rejection of the boy just now.

The contrast made him feel increasingly special.

The more he thought about it, the happier he got, unable to conceal the joy at the corner of his mouth.

But…

At the same time, Liam felt something was amiss— Why did she reject others with “I need to study hard” instead of “I already have someone I like”?