The raise of Maureen Smith and her Good Luck System-Chapter 49 - Wednesday

But he didn’t expect that when he was about to truly lose Maureen, he would become a mess, feeling more lost than he had ever imagined.

Maureen had not appeared in his life for a month.

Only then did he suddenly realize that he wasn’t as annoyed with this sister, Maureen, as he had thought, and she wasn’t as unimportant as he had assumed.

“I read on the forum that the host for this year’s school anniversary might be Maureen.

Is that true or false?”

The first thing Chris did when he arrived was to ask about Maureen.

Bianca’s hand holding the Spoon involuntarily tightened.

Noella said, “The forum is full of rumors.

A teacher from the Art Department did indeed approach her, but the final choice of the host is yet to be decided.

Besides, the host has always been Bianca in previous years, there’s no way they would change it this year!”

“Oh.” Chris was somewhat disappointed.

It has always been Bianca in past years, but it would actually be quite nice to switch to Maureen this year.

Unable to hold back, Noella said: “Chris, she’s also your sister!

How come you never ask about Bianca?

Her mood must be terrible because she didn’t do well on the exam this time…”

“Didn’t do well?”

Chris paused while eating his food and asked Bianca, “Weren’t you ranked twenty-two this time?

Isn’t that your usual score?

How did you not do well?” Bianca: “…” Chris’s mind was still focused on Maureen, he mumbled thoughtfully: “Speaking of which, how did Maureen progress so quickly?

If we mention it at home, mom would be over the moon…”

Bianca knew that with Chris being such a big-mouth, the news of her losing to Maureen in the monthly test would undoubtedly be leaked.

She lost the monthly test; she had to at least bear a tenth of the burden at the Academic Decathlon and school celebration.

She said nothing for a long time; after a while, she bit her lip and said, “If you really want to see a Maureen host, I can talk to the school arts department teacher this afternoon and recommend Maureen.”

Probably Oliver or other men would perceive Bianca’s grievance in her tone.

Yet, Chris, as a straightforward man, beamed in surprise, “Really?!”

Bianca: “…” Bianca clenched her Spoon tightly.

Lately, she even wished that Maureen would go home soon.

As long as Maureen didn’t return home, all the family’s attention would stay on her.

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The weather turned cold, and some girls, having their music classes in the auditorium in the afternoon, have put on scarfs, with fluffy rims on their coats, both fashionable and warm.

Maureen, who grew up in the north, was more cold-resistant than the locals.

His fair neck was bare and smooth, and he wasn’t wearing anything around it.

He didn’t feel cold either.

But there was Liam, wearing noise-canceling headphones and sprawling over the desk, staring at her, which made him frown.

Could her family afford a small mask, let alone the money to buy a scarf?

Why did he notice at noon that Bianca from the class downstairs was especially warmly dressed?

Even sporting black Martin boots.

But the small mask, she always wore sneakers.

The more Liam thought, the more frustrated he became.

He beckoned to a brother on his right rear and handed him a card.

The brother took the card and slipped out from the back door of the classroom.

Turning back, Liam stretched his long legs and accidentally kicked the chair of the girl in front.

The girl looked back and after seeing Liam’s face, she blushed and whispered to the person next to her,

“Oh, it’s that someone from the international class, the one with a load of money.”

The two girls in the front kept looking back at Liam.

Liam thought they were picking a fight, his face turned sour, and he retorted, “What’s it to you?

Are you looking to fight?”

The two girls were scared and quickly turned their heads back.

After a while, one of the girls folded a paper crane, her face blushing and ears burning as she quietly passed it over.

It was placed on the desk in front of Liam.

Was it a love letter?

Liam involuntarily frowned in disgust, intending to crumple it up and throw it away.

But then he suddenly thought of something; he quickly glanced over at Maureen out of the corner of his eye.

Damn it, the small mask was bound to be jealous now.

How long did he have to coax her?

He had such a headache.

Who would have guessed that Maureen didn’t even notice him, still engrossed in solving advanced math problems, her pencil going “swish, swish.” Liam:

“…” Liam’s mood suddenly dampened.

He stared at Maureen for a moment, strained to look like it was just an accident and elbowed Maureen lightly.

Maureen, thinking that Liam was annoyed at her for taking up too much space, gave him a puzzled look, implying with her eyes,

“You already have enough room, why are you still nudging me?”

She moved her book to the left without making a fuss and continued to work on her problems.

Liam: “…” Sometimes, Liam was really frustrated with Maureen’s obliviousness, she made him doubt whether she even liked him or not.

Why has she never been jealous?!

Why, when he was deliberately approached by two girls this morning, was she not jealous and instead was calmly waiting behind them?!

Was she just too magnanimous or had she already decided on him?!

While Maureen was working on her questions, she noticed Liam frowning and staring at her, wondering what she had done to upset him this time.

She lifted her head, glanced at Liam, then subconsciously looked at the thermal mug on her desk.

Maureen hesitated, then handed over the thermal mug, “It’s filled with soy milk, do you want some?” Was he still hungry or what?

But she had used the mug herself.

Would this Liam care about that?

Liam’s gaze landed on the thermos she handed him, the iciness on his face shattered instantaneously, and the carefully articulated speech about

“I’m not that easy to pursue, you should always be on guard and not let others chip away at me” was casually thrown out the window.

Liam’s ears suddenly turned red.

She was handing him a cup that her lips had touched.

Was this some sort of hint?

It must be a hint.

Liam’s brow furrowed even more, his fingers involuntarily drawing circles on the table, feigning reluctance:

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“If you insist I taste it, I guess I could force myself to try it —” Before he could finish his sentence, he saw Maureen reach into the backpack behind her, and suddenly pull out a handful of disposable cups.

She picked out a clean one from the middle, unscrewed the thermos and carefully poured a small cup of soy milk.

Liam: “What the hell?

Was she disgusted by him?

Suddenly, Liam wasn’t so keen on drinking this cup of soy milk.

He stared at Maureen and gulped down the cup in one go.

Maureen originally thought that offering milk wouldn’t grow the seedlings, since even giving desserts had no effect, but she never expected that after Liam finished drinking, the plant strangely wiggled a bit?!

Fifty seedlings can become one small tree, and right now she has one small tree and twenty-nine seedlings.

She had to keep going.

Maureen immediately poured another cup for Liam, her eyes shining brightly: “Another cup?”

Liam, confused, drank another cup.

“One more.”

“He poured himself another glass.

“Another one?”

Again, he poured himself a drink.

One sapling and thirty-one tender buds.

Maureen: “One last one?” Liam was about to vomit from the excessive drinking, closing his mouth tightly.

Did she think she was feeding a pig?

Who would gulp down 800 milliliters of milk in one go?

Unless she was doing it on purpose?

Was this her way of punishing him for talking to another girl?

Liam mumbled, “I only said one phrase.”

Maureen: Fortunately, there was no more in the thermos.

Maureen softly said to Liam, “If you like it, I can replace your dessert with this every day.”

Damn.

His little partner’s jealousy was unbelievable – quiet until it suddenly burst forth.

Though Liam felt a sweet sensation in his heart, he quickly responded, “I refuse.

I want my dessert, what kind of grown man drink milk all day?”