Chapter 4 Exchange Labor for Good Luck

She doesn't think that a seventeen year old stupid brat could pose a bigger threat than the villainous backlash to her.

Quickly seizing the chance, Maureen inhales deeply in stealth, and continues pulling in some of the luck value of Liam.

As she watched the faint white light enveloping him finally transitioned a tiny bit onto her, she felt a ray of hope, even though it was as small as a fingernail and could be easily neglected.

She gracefully picked up the books on the ground one by one.

"Yeah, I got it. But there are no other seats available, so I will just sit here."

The international class students were dumbstruck.

Many had tried to get close to Liam, but this masked girl, whose face couldn't even be seen clearly, was the first to approach him with such a "screw it all" attitude.

She was... smelling him.

Smelling him, like how one would smell a cat. Oh my god!.

The commotion woke Liam up.

Once Liam woke up, no one dared to make a sound, eagerly waiting for Liam to explode his anger.

Liam took off his noise-cancelling headphones and nonchalantly tossed them onto the desk.

He rubbed his hair listlessly, his actions seemingly soft and limp.

Then, he started rummaging through his desk, eyes closed as he pulled out several white bottles. Whether they contained vitamins or something else, no one could tell.

He poured a handful into his palm with a swooshing noise.

Maureen watched him with impressive sparkling eyes.

Her gaze was like how one would look at WiFi hotspots on busy streets, at chilled watermelons during summer, or at the most expensive cat in a cat cafe.

She picked up the water jug on his desk and handed it to him.

"Thanks," Liam, who had just woken up, said hoarsely.

He took a sip of water and swallowed the pills with his eyes closed.

Only after swallowing did he suddenly become aware of Maureen's presence.

Liam reacted strongly and stood up abruptly.

His tall and long-legged frame almost knocked the table behind him. He looked down at

Maureen from a superior position, his facial expression darkening suddenly.

He seemed to have a "stay away from stranger" sign written all over him.

"Who is this woman sitting next to me?"

Everyone in the international class thought to themselves:

Don't even think about it, she obviously has a crush on you.

Maureen, patient as ever, explained herself to the one destined to be her optimal wifi hotspot in the future.

"My name is Maureen Smith, I just transferred from Class 6."

Damn.

The crowd collectively thought to themselves: she actually worked so hard to be among the top five in her grade and transferred over.

Studying into the wee hours, diligently doing exercise after exercise must have been tough.

Unbelievable, she must really like this.

Liam apparently also thought of this point, feeling somewhat uncomfortable.

He swallowed back the curse he was about to utter, but his face was still irritable.

"Change seats immediately. No one ever sits next to me."

Maureen knew that it wouldn't be so easy.

She was reluctant to move, grinding her bottom against the chair without getting up.

If this was before, she would've left already.

But glancing around, among the whole international class, Liam's aura was the most prosperous -- perhaps sucking in a little more every day, she might sprout several tender shoots after ten days or half a month.

"Send me away as if I threatened your life."

Just as Maureen was saying this inwardly, she suddenly sensed a silence sweeping the classroom.

She shivered as she raised her head, all faces in the room were gaping at her in astonishment, eyes wide in utter shock. Liam's ears turned a physiological crimson-red, he was infuriated.

"What, what did you just say?"

Damn it. It was then she realized that she had accidentally vocalized her inner monologue.

"Pack up her books and move her away."

Just as Liam finished his cold command in an iron tone, the head teacher of the international class stormed into the room carrying a stack of books.

As soon as he entered, his eyes scanned through the class and landed directly on Liam.

Maureen suddenly recalled the scene in her mind.

The original storyline focuses more on Bianca, Smith Oliver and herself, with bits and pieces on Liam.

However, Maureen remembers that in her previous life, just the day after Bianca was discharged from the hospital, the school flag pole noticed criticized a few students from the international class who rode in a motorbike wild race over the weekend.

Of course, with Liam's status, he couldn't possibly be punished, so the list only carried names of insignificant students.

But when the teacher walked in, she glanced straight at Liam, meaning this matter must have something to do with him.

Just as she expected, the teacher walked toward them, face as stern as stone, and slapped down a stack of newspapers,

"Liam, look at this mess you've caused!"

The newspaper slammed down in front of Maureen, giving her a start.

She took a glance and saw that A Middle School students made the news.

She guessed the teacher's bonus was probably all gone, no wonder she was furious.

The class, majority of them seemed aware about the issue, fell silent, with no one daring to speak up.

Liam hooked the chair with his foot and sat down resolutely.

He casually picked up the newspaper to browse, and laughed,

"Teacher Logan, it's not the era of reading newspapers anymore."

The teacher was fuming, the veins on her forehead throbbing,

"You think no one can manage you? Now you go run thirty laps for me!

If you don't finish, I'll do nothing but wait in the office for your parents!"

The smirk on Liam's lips faded.

He was eyeing the teacher, just about to say something when Maureen suddenly stood up.

"Um, can I run for him?"

The international class went completely silent, and everyone was caught by surprise. The system said,

"Exchanging labor for luck has the highest return ratio.

If my calculation is correct, after you finish running, you should be able to grow at least three sprouts."

Maureen's eyes lit up with excitement, a bit dizzy from the happiness.

Thirty laps add up to twelve kilometers, how much luck can she gain from this?!

Her hand was shaking with excitement