The raise of Maureen Smith and her Good Luck System-Chapter 43 - Terrify

“Keep it low, Liam, everyone’s watching.

If you want to get a couple phone cases, just buy them directly.

Why force everyone to put them on?”

“What couple phone cases?

Are you asking for death?

She likes me, okay?

Those girly items must wait till she buys them.”

Liam didn’t admit his intentions, glaring at Niel, “I bought them as the gang’s phone cases!

Can’t I have some personal hobbies?”

Niel immediately said, “Of course!” Liam: “Get lost.”

Having finished, Liam raises his head to see the head teacher in front of him staring at him, ready to walk over and drag him out.

Liam raises his eyebrow, silently mouthing the word “building.”

” The headteacher changed direction, and patrolled elsewhere.

Niel: “…” Liam, who had just put on a new phone case, was in a great mood.

His steps were unusually brisk as if he forgot his kinship with everyone.

He hadn’t finished his last punishment of cleaning the toilets.

After that, he returned to the classroom and voluntarily took out the floor’s trash.

Today they were free from morning reading.

Maureen’s eyes sparkled as soon as she saw him taking out the trash, and she quickly followed him.

Liam’s legs were long, and he descended the stairs in just a few strides.

Maureen had to jog all the way and finally caught up with him in the small alley under the school building.

Hearing the footsteps behind him, Liam turned his head and saw her: “What are you doing here?”

“I’ll help you!” Maureen immediately grabbed the trash can that Liam was holding in one hand.

The recent growth of the potted plant seemed to have stopped.

Mainly because she helped Liam with homework too often and gave him desserts too many times, which both had diminishing returns on the margin.

Aside from these, she had unexpectedly hugged him and held his hand, both of which skin-to-skin contacts could boost his luck.

For a while, Maureen couldn’t figure out what else she could do.

Taking out the trash was something she hadn’t done before, so she decided to give it a try.

Liam held onto the trash can unwilling to let go, but seeing Maureen’s determination and sparkling eyes, he eventually released his grip.

Taking over, Maureen found the can quite heavy.

She needed to carry it with both hands.

She hurriedly said: “Liam, you can go back.

I can take it from here!” Sometimes, Liam felt that she might be a bit too good for him.

Even such a trivial thing as taking out the trash, she insisted on doing for him.

Was this the meaning of mutual affection and assistance?

He steadily looked at her.

The October wind was quite cool.

Maureen stood in front of him, slightly looking up at him, and Liam felt like he had a taste of strawberry candy in his heart.

Liam lowered his head and noticed Maureen’s untied shoelaces, he said, “Do you usually tie your shoes this way?”

Maureen glanced down at her white sneakers, she was confused,

“What’s wrong?” Her way of shoe tying was peculiar, she just knotted them randomly.

It was not enough for them to come loose, but it did look somewhat messy.

“Come here,” Liam suddenly said.

Maureen: ?

Impatient, Liam coldly commanded, “Step closer.”

“What for?”

Maureen asked dismissively, holding the trash can, she unwittingly moved a step closer to him.

Suddenly, Liam bent down, his fingers touched her shoe laces, untied the ones on both feet, and re-tied them into two perfect butterfly knots, “Like this, it’s correct.”

In the small alley, Maureen was standing, with Liam squatting in front of her, his silhouette extended by the morning sun.

Maureen cast her gaze down at his red hair.

With her fingers tightening unconsciously around the rim of the trash can, she felt unexplainably nervous.

She thought Liam has been kinda weird lately.

Weirdly gentle towards her.

Her gaze once again landed on the shoelaces that Liam had tied for her.

Maureen was taken aback.

In her entire life, spanning two generations, aside from her grandmother, Liam was the first to tie her shoelaces.

Maureen instinctively retracted her foot and took a step back.

Liam’s fingers were still on her shoe.

Suddenly left hanging, he stiffened all over.

Realizing what he was doing, his heart pounded, his ear roots turned red, and he slowly stood up like a stone slab.

He glanced at Maureen with a look of “Look at you, an naive weeny” on his face, put his hands in his pockets, and said in a smug tone,

“Why are you so nervous?

We’re all in the same class.

You being my follower, it’s normal to help each other – unless you – ”

Maureen knew he was going to say something irrelevant without waiting for him to finish.

It was a pity that she had a trash can in her hand and couldn’t cover her ears.

“Shut up.”

Maureen really wanted to cover his head with the trash can and continued to walk forward.

Liam’s Adam’s apple moved, following behind her.

Suddenly, Liam couldn’t help but laugh.

Looking at her elegant back, he suddenly wanted to impulsively say, “Let’s fall in love.”

But the words came to his throat and were swallowed back in embarrassment.

The naive weeny hasn’t confessed her feelings yet, it might not be prepared yet.

He couldn’t just blurt it out.

“Let’s dump it together.”

Liam caught up in a few steps, one hand in his pocket, held back the grin he wanted to show, stretched out one hand, and lifted the side of the trash bin.

Maureen wished she could run with the trash bin on her back: “It’s okay, I can handle it myself.”

Liam: “Don’t think I don’t understand.

When a girl says ‘no’, it means ‘yes’.

When a girl says ‘it’s nothing’, it means ‘there’s something’.”

Maureen: …

“You bloody know nothing!” Despite that, Liam disregarded whatever she said and continued carrying the trash can.

She couldn’t understand why Liam would allow his underlings to take out the trash for him, yet when it came to her, he wouldn’t let her do such menial tasks such as emptying the trash or cleaning the bathroom herself.

Maureen could only attribute it to some gentlemanly demeanor this arrogant boy possesses.

Being able to do half of it is better than not being able to do it at all.

“Fine,” Maureen’s spirits sank a little.

She grabbed the other side of the metal trash can and walked with Liam towards the school dumpsite.

After emptying the trash and carrying the empty bin back to the classroom, Liam was caught red-handed by the dean of instruction who was just coming out of the teaching building.

The dean, concerning a matter that happened during this morning’s flag-raising, asked him to go over.

Liam, wearing a sour face, had no choice but to hand the trash can to Maureen, asking her to go up first.

Maureen was delighted at Liam’s absence.

She leisurely carried the trash can up the stairs, counting her potted plants.

As it was her first time helping Liam take out the trash, three new shoots sprouted.

So far, there were a total of 79 plants.

Maureen became spirited, completely reinvigorated, and returned to the international class with a smile.

However, before she entered the class, while walking upstairs, she looked up to see Richard and the other five members of the school team coming down from upstairs.

The Gold Medal class always walked down the left-hand side of the academic building, but for unknown reasons, they appeared from the right side today.

The group was looking at Maureen, their expressions somewhat awkward, and subconsciously glanced at Richard.

Seeing the smile on Maureen’s face, Richard found it immensely irritating.

He couldn’t help but clench his hand in his pocket a little.

He had just seen it in the upstairs corridor.

He saw Maureen and Liam taking out the garbage together, laughing and chatting.

Liam had even tied her shoelaces for her.

Despite himself, Richard’s gaze landed on Maureen’s shoes, his heart filled with an unbearable tension.

He found himself walking towards her, only to be abruptly stopped by Ethan, who grabbed his shoulder.

Ethan whispered in his ear,

“She might be doing this on purpose.

Control yourself, Richard.”

This time, Richard shrugged off Ethan’s hand without hesitation.