The raise of Maureen Smith and her Good Luck System-Chapter 50 - My chest

His striking red hair is very noticeable, so the music teacher on stage couldn’t help but call him up to play a piece on the piano.

In the past, Liam couldn’t even be bothered to stand up.

But today, when he saw Maureen sitting next to him, he intentionally showed off, curling his lips and nonchalantly went on stage.

After he got on stage, Liam performed smoothly.

Maureen couldn’t help but put down her pen, giving a whole new level of appreciation to Liam.

But thinking about it, even though he looks languid and sloppy on the surface, always too lazy to do anything, after all, he is the heir of the Williams family.

His upbringing since childhood was indeed extraordinary, and he knew far more than ordinary people.

Before she was seventeen, Maureen really couldn’t play any musical instruments.

But after high school in her previous life, she had learned to play the cello for a few years.

Now she hadn’t played for a long time and was a bit rusty, but playing a song shouldn’t be a problem.

So when it was her turn, she played a short familiar piece.

The low and elegant music flowed gently, Maureen’s visage was beautiful, and the afternoon sunlight fell softly on her.

All of the gazes in the classroom fell upon her for a moment.

After all, they had all seen the others perform before, but this was the first time they saw Maureen playing some instruments.

Richard sat in the last row, pressing his lips tightly, his eyes were closely fixed on Maureen.

He usually also did not attend such large classes, but today when he saw people from the International class coming to attend the class, among the handful of groups, there was a familiar figure that inexplicably caught his attention.

By the time he snapped out of it, he was already sitting in the lecture hall.

Beside him, Ethan was discussing with another school competition team member,

“Since when did Maureen master musical instruments?

Never heard about that before!” Richard was also surprised; he knew Maureen for two years, but it seemed that he only started to really understand her recently.

He watched as she, like a dust-covered pearl, was gradually breaking through layers of obscurity.

The girls around Bianca were even more astonished.

“Since when did Maureen know how to play the cello?!

And she plays it so, so…,” exclaimed Noella with wide-open eyes.

Surprisingly well.

If one would give her cello skills eight points out of ten, her posture and face would undoubtedly fill up the remaining two points.

The classroom’s mediocre podium seemed like a professional stage when she was on it.

“But you are still better.”

Noella brought her mind back to the current situation, quickly saying to Bianca,

“You already reached level ten in piano.”

Bianca, her lips pale, fingers cold and stiff in her pockets, slowly digging into her palm.

Suddenly, she got up and left the room from the back door.

Liam, propping his head up with his hand while watching Maureen play the cello, glanced at Bianca out of the corner of his eyes.

He furrowed his brows,

“Where is she going?” Niel glanced at her, “It looks like she’s heading to the art department’s office.”

Suddenly realizing something, Liam revealed a somewhat malicious smirk “Do you happen to know any freshman?”

Quickly realizing something wasn’t right, Niel responded, “Liam, what are you up to?”

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Back to the classroom.

Niel was still talking about that part when Maureen was playing the cello just now.

“Damn, Maureen, you hide your light under a bushel!

Why didn’t you mention before that you could do this?!”

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“It’s not such an important skill.”

Maureen put the test paper into the drawer of the desk.

Moreover, it’s a skill she learned in her previous life.

She’s not sure if she can still play now.

But surprisingly, the moment she touched the cello, the melody ingrained in her mind came out.

It seems that everything else is unreal, but the knowledge learned and stored in the mind is truly tangible.

“Get that drooling face of yours away,” Liam irritably pushed Niel’s head away.

Just as they sat down, Maureen noticed that Liam poured a cup of hot water, then put a few white vitamin-like things from his bottles and jars into it and gulped it down.

Maureen was about to ask what he was drinking, when she saw Liam casually wave at the classroom door:

“Come here.”

A junior student quickly ran over, placed a large box on Maureen’s desk, and let Maureen pick first.

“What’s this?” Maureen’s attention was diverted.

She looked at a whole box of fluffy scarves.

They looked soft and fluffy.

The hanging tag was unfamiliar to her, but it looked exquisite.

It should be a branded product.

But because too many scarves were bought, they had to be kept in a box.

Niel explained, “It’s a gang scarf.”

Liam threw several white bottles into the desk pocket, sat on the table, hands behind him, swinging his long legs, looking down at Maureen with a triumphant squint.

The tiny mole near his eye was particularly conspicuous from this angle.

“Now you’re the top underling, you get to pick first.”

Maureen: “…The stuff from your gang is really unique, from phone cases to scarves.”

Did she finally infiltrate the group and become the top underling after a month?

Even though Maureen wasn’t cold, she felt obliged to participate since it was a group activity.

She browsed through the items and picked out a white scarf, wrapping it around her neck.

The scarf was comfortable, it made her warm after wearing it.

Seeing her, Liam pretended to be nonchalant, coughed lightly, and grabbed saying, “Well, if that’s the case, I’ll randomly pick one too.”

He casually grabbed a pink scarf, his face darkened, and he quickly tossed the pink one back.

After observing the pattern on Maureen’s scarf, he picked out a black one.

Niel: “This is what you called a random pick?

It seems like you’ve been quite deliberate to me.

The class joyfully distributed scarves.

Within a joyous atmosphere, Maureen sat down to continue her problems.

Liam sat at the table, his legs puckered up.

He was about to happily remove his own necklace and put on a new one of the same kind.

As Maureen looked up, she suddenly noticed two deep, long bloodstains near the back of his neck on the right side.

Like the bloodstains on the back of his hand last time, they looked like wounds from shattered glass.

It had scabbed over already, but when first cut, it must have been shocking.

Maureen instantly stood up and turned Liam’s face towards her.

Their faces were abruptly brought very close, her breath falling onto him.

…

Her eyelashes were like crow feathers, black and long, clearly visible.

“What…

What are you doing?” Liam was startled, thinking she was going to suddenly kiss him.

His face was immediately reddened, and his body was as rigid as a rock––but after waiting for two seconds, Maureen made no movements.

Underneath Liam’s eyelids, it hit him that she was looking at the wound on his neck.

The color in Liam’s face drained instantly, pushing Maureen away immediately.

He stood up straight, took two steps back, and quickly wrapped his scarf around his neck.

“What happened to your neck?” Maureen stared at his neck in shock.

She didn’t see this scratch on Liam’s neck a week ago, and involuntarily assumed that he got it within the recent week.

But because the weather had turned cooler recently, Liam had always been wearing a scarf.

Furthermore, as he always sat on her right side, she couldn’t see the right side of his neck.

So, she only found out about it now.

Liam’s expression eased, and he touched his scarf-wrapped neck unconcernedly.

“Instant noodles.

The water temperature was too high and the glass bowl exploded.”

Maureen: “Was it the same last time?” Liam looked at her,

“Hmm.”

“You’re too forgetful.

This is the second time.

If you’re not a bit luckier, it could hit your carotid artery.”

Maureen didn’t know why, but she was inexplicably angry in her heart.

“Are you always like this?” Seeing her reaction, Liam felt a sudden softness in his heart.

Trying to hide his vulnerability, he pulled a chair, sat down, hugged his arms, glanced at Maureen, raised a triumphant eyebrow, and arrogantly said, “Little mask girl, haven’t you heard?

Scars are a man’s medals.” Maureen: “Medals, my foot.