The raise of Maureen Smith and her Good Luck System-Chapter 54 - Why can’t you believe me

Only then did the people of Evergreen Class come back to their senses, their faces flushing crimson as they scurried down hastily.

The students of the International Class regained composure, scoffing.

What nonsense was this?

The quota was originally intended for Maureen from their class by Professor Logan.

What reason did these Evergreen Class people have to make a scene here?

Where was their pride?

They quickly seized the chance to mock,

“Who said that they’d swallow three hundred basketballs if the quota was specifically for Maureen.

Come on, start swallowing now!

Can’t you handle a loss?”

“If you can’t afford basketballs, you can ask our class for reimbursements!”

“Our class is loaded!”

With the ridiculing laughter ringing around, Evergreen Class ran away even faster.

Even Teacher Brown tried awkwardly to act as if nothing had happened and returned to his class.

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Contrary to Evergreen Class’s downcast mood, over at the International Class, spirits were high, and they were overjoyed.

A group of boys were leaning over the corridor railing, flipping off the Evergreen Class downstairs.

Teacher Logan couldn’t believe the outcome had turned out this way, he was brimming with joy.

He called Maureen to his office again to share more encouragement.

He even took out a precious notebook and a pen from his drawer and gave them to Maureen, wishing her success in the competition.

His private Student?

Maureen had never heard Professor Logan mention this before.

She guessed that Professor Logan said so intentionally because he was afraid that she would be questioned by the people in the school.

No matter what, now that everything was settled, the competition spot was hers.

Finally, she could also participate in the competition.

With joy in her heart, Maureen stepped out of the office.

Downstairs, the Evergreen class was so angry but dared not to speak up.

Hiding in the classroom, they felt as if their faces were swollen.

Ohhhh, they really despised the International Class.

In the past, they had already had enough of Liam who always surpassed them in terms of wealth.

Now, there was Maureen who further superseded them in looks and luck.

Hearing the successive scolding in the classroom, Cassie increasingly kept her head down on the desk, her cheeks burning with embarrassment, not daring to speak.

Harold, on the other hand, did not join the afternoon’s denunciation activity.

He had gone to play basketball.

After school, two boys rooting around his desk found a prepared cartoon box gift and exclaimed,

“You’re not thinking of pursuing Maureen, are you?

Our two classes are mortal enemies already!”

“Give it back to me.”

Harold unhappily snatched the gift from them and shoved it back into his desk.

The two boys noticed the date

“October 24” marked on his calendar on the desk and found it strange.

One of them picked up the calendar and asked,

“Harold, did you get the girl’s birthday wrong?

Isn’t Maureen’s birthday supposed to be the same as Bianca’s, on the 14th of October?”

Harold, prompted by this, paid attention and also found it strange,

“But this is what Maureen said herself.

Ryan from their class heard it and told me.” “That’s strange; it should be the same day as Bianca.”

The other boy said, “She must have made a mistake somewhere.

Maybe it was Ryan who heard it wrong.

Forget it, don’t worry about it.

Playing basketball is more important.”

Harold furrowed his brows, also thinking it was possible that Ryan might have misheard.

If he was to give a gift, he would have to do so on the fourteenth of October.

A few boys were chattering and horsing around at the back of the class, and nobody paid much mind.

Bianca, after finding out that the spot in the competition was indeed Maureen’s, hadn’t uttered a word all afternoon.

She left straight away when school ended, allegedly to try on the dress designed specifically for her birthday feast.

Only Ann and a couple of other girls were left in the classroom, packing up their schoolbags.

Ann, having overheard more, couldn’t help but become extra cautious.

What was going on?

Did Ryan from the International Class mishear or did Maureen misremember her own birthday?

Or, was it because Maureen, rebelling, didn’t wish to share her birthday with Bianca, and thus randomly gave others a different date?

Or was it because– Ann didn’t know if she was reading too much into the situation.

She recalled past visits to Bianca’s house, remembering the scenes where Maureen was treated indifferently by her family members.

A shocking guess suddenly sprang to mind.

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The matter of the competition spot was temporarily put aside, bringing both joy and sorrow.

The Evergreen class went quiet while the International class was gloating.

As for the person in question – Maureen, she didn’t care about these petty rivalries amongst the classes.

Instead, she was overjoyed and wholeheartedly invested in her studies.

Furthermore, due to Liam’s neck injury, she was somewhat worried and planned to temporarily suspend her interactions with him for a while.

Liam was a bit baffled.

Since Thursday afternoon, Maureen started avoiding him as if thwarting him three houses away.

“You should do your homework today,” Maureen pushed her homework towards him.

“The same goes for the comic book.

Don’t leave it on my desk.”

Just as Maureen was about to tidy up for him, she thought better of it and took a step back, “Clean up after yourself.”

“As for the trash, you should take it out yourself.”

“Desserts?

Nothing today.”

Liam was very upset and had trouble sleeping.

He furrowed his brows and stared at Maureen, not understanding her irritation.

Was she still upset about him talking to those two girls during music class?

But he only said one sentence!

Or was she angry about him not directly and decisively beating up the troublemakers from the evergreen yesterday?

But wasn’t it her who told him not to act impulsively?

Or was there something else he did wrong?

So, on Friday morning, Liam was lost in deep thought, reflecting on his actions, and he had no appetite for food.

Ever since Chris moved out of his house, the more he thought about his mother slapping him, the angrier he became.

He didn’t attend school on Thursday and slept all day.

When his teacher called to check on him, Oliver asked for sick leave on his behalf.

Originally, Chris was raging on Friday and simply wanted to skip class, going out to play games with his gang of friends.

But after seeing his friends, he was reminded of the scene where Maureen pulled him out of the internet cafe, and he suddenly lost interest in hanging around.

So he played all morning, and with a lackluster spirit, returned to school.

Without Maureen’s lunch, Chris felt homeless, and he didn’t even know where to eat lunch.

As for Bianca, the last person he wanted to see right now was her.

Chris circled around the second floor of the cafeteria, then went up to the third floor.

Just then, he saw Maureen and Josephine eating in a corner not far away.

Chris saw the opened thermal box next to Maureen’s table and his eyes brightened somewhat, he instinctively wanted to walk there.

But after taking two steps, it finally dawned on him that Maureen no longer wanted to sit at the same table to eat with him.

A feeling of aggravation and inexpressible sadness suddenly surged in Chris’s heart.

He calmed himself, got a portion of food, and then glanced back at Maureen.

Seeing her still sitting there, after hesitating a bit, Chris still walked over.

As Maureen and Josephine looked up, Chris was just walking towards them.

“Sister, I heard you did well on your monthly test,”

Chris racked his brain for a topic, sat opposite Maureen, and said,

“Congratulations to you.”

Josephine immediately put down her Spoon and repelled,

“Chris, why are you coming here?

There are so many seats there.”

Pressing down his temper, Chris handed Maureen a card, and said,

“This is my meal card, there are several thousand in it that should be enough for you to eat for a while.

On my side, my elder brother will still give me money—you don’t need to work or anything—”

Maureen didn’t take it, didn’t show any intention of accepting it but straightforwardly refused: “No need.”

Josephine also said, “Stop pretending to be nice.