Just as Niel was about to organize his speech, Liam had already stepped up to a different set of shelves selling masks.
A gold-rated sales guide guessed what he wanted to buy and hurriedly pushed the shelves over, asking,
"Master Williams, do you need this?" Liam turned his head.
Neatly arranged on the shelves were women's silk undergarments, catching him off guard.
His handsome face instantly turned red, and he burst out in anger:
"What nonsense is that?! Do I look like someone who would buy such a thing?!
What kind of misunderstanding do you have about me?!"
The gold-rated sales guide awkwardly pulled on the shelves, preparing to leave.
"Wait." Liam called her back.
Actually, Liam was wondering if the transfer student was recently short on cash, because he often saw her searching for tutoring information on the forum and wasn't sure if she could afford these things.
"Just get two then."
Liam grumbled, not daring to look any further, and hurriedly picked several items with two fingers, tossing them into the luggage box.
After he finished throwing stuff in, his face was already red. He grabbed a couple of bags of masks and threw them in too.
Then he quickly kicked the lid of the luggage box shut, and with a zip sound, he spun around and ran off with the luggage box on wheels.
A group of salespeople watching Williams Sir from behind the shelves were all puzzled, their expressions varied and wonderful.
Niel also had a speechless look on his face. The gold-rated sales guide smiled slightly.
It seems like it was not a misunderstanding after all.
Niel hurried to catch up, lamenting his friend's actions,
"Liam, she's the one chasing you, not the other way around.
Do you really need to buy all of this stuff!?"
"I know!" Liam responded irritably,
"I'm not even into her! Isn't it just a simple gesture of reciprocity for her relentless daily dessert deliveries?"
Niel was about to say something else.
Liam's face was expressionless,
"Shut up, I've already said I don't like her." "Oh..."
Niel felt complicated. Liam haphazardly purchased a mountain of items, then shouldered two down comforters.
In October, the weather would quickly chill.
The two of them exited the mall, the cold air stirring their sneezes.
Suddenly, the sound of a car engine echoed from the not-too-distant distance, a sleek lengthened luxury car ominously approached.
Liam cast a glance, his face instantly cooled, he piled the down comforters onto the luggage and handed them to Niel,
"Meet me at the library at eight."
"All this stuff, what am I supposed to say, damn it."
Niel's face was full of reluctance. Liam retorted,
"Dumbass, just say you won them in a lottery."
Niel was beginning to question his life,
"Who would believe that I won so many girls' articles from a lottery draw?"
The car had already arrived, its back door being opened.
A well-dressed and respectful middle-aged man stepped out, smiling at Liam,
"Young Master."
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Maureen was in the library, meticulously studying with her book in hand.
There weren't many people who didn't go home over the weekend, perhaps around twenty or so.
Some wore headphones and listened to music, some had their legs propped up while playing video games, and there were also couples around.
It wasn't exactly deserted.
The system helped her keep track of time: "You took 75 minutes to do this paper, you're getting faster."
"This test is not difficult, it doesn't reach the difficulty standard of 80% of the college entrance examination.
But it is indeed much faster than the time I used to take before."
Maureen lifted her head and rubbed her eyes, glancing at the potted plant that maintained fifteen tender buds.
With the increase of tender buds — or rather the reduction of negative luck, she could clearly sense the changes in various aspects of herself.
The most noticeable was while answering papers, the number of inexplicably incorrect answers due to sudden brain freezes had significantly reduced.
The system's explanation for this was that the good luck she had gained was offsetting the heroine's intelligence-decreasing buff. Maureen was full of fighting spirit.
But now, she had something that was bothering her.
She had submitted the application form for the interschool competition but with so many talented people and a pile of applications, she feared the teacher leading the competition wouldn't even see her application form.
In that case, she would be dead on arrival. The teacher who was selecting students was named Logan, over sixty years old, highly respected, and was a well-known and acclaimed competition coach over the years.
He was very decisive in school, to the extent that even the head teacher respected him greatly.
Maureen wondered if there was any way to have her application form directly delivered in front of Coach Logan.
Even if he didn't think highly of her, she should at least try.
— Even at worst, being able to meet this elusive teacher, and gaining some guidance was certainly beneficial.
"I must get into a good university in this lifetime."
Because of her memories from the previous life, Maureen quickly expanded her mindset.
"Can you check for me if this is a post by Teacher Logan's grandson looking for companionship to play with?"
In her previous life, by the time Maureen was in university, this gold medal coach had retired.
Everyone around felt a great pity, only then did they realise that his household had an autistic grandson.
With his grandson's condition increasingly getting worse, he had to concentrate on looking after him.
System: "Yes, it's two hundred dollars a day. The price is also fair.
If you can get this job, it will just alleviate your economic pressure." Maureen said,
"There shouldn't be a problem, you see, there's hardly any responses under this post."
This anonymous post was given a blunt tone, the requirements were strict, and it was even asking for someone to play with an autistic child.
Students on campus who needed to work for money would not take on such tasks.
Everyone would rather choose some simple tutoring, or even do someone else's homework for money.
As a result, this post has been hanging there since the first half of the year till now, only receiving some replies like "???" and "Is this serious or is someone trolling?"
If it weren't for getting another chance at life, Maureen wouldn't associate the poster with the harsh Teacher Logan.
With a try-and-see mentality, Maureen sent a private message to the poster expressing her interest in doing this job.
But after sending it, after ten whole minutes, nothing happened, there was no 'Seen'. System: "Is this method useful?
I think you might as well directly inquire Teacher Logan's home address and just go."
"That would be too deliberate, a character like Teacher Logan would certainly feel disgusted."
Maureen contemplated, "Let's wait, it's night-time now, given Teacher Logan's age, he should sleep pretty early.
We'll look at it again in the morning."
As Maureen flips the calendar, she remembers something.
The time should be coming close, right after the Hundred Schools Competition finished in her previous life, the Donald family returned to the country.
Donald Family used to be their neighboring family in her grandmother's town.
At that time, they were also penniless, yet they often helped Maureen and took care of Maureen's grandmother.
About three years ago, Uncle Donald suddenly made a fortune in his business and then went abroad.
In her previous life, after the Donald family returned to the country, they often contacted Maureen.
Their family considered Bianca to be a cuckoo occupying another bird's nest, and their attitude towards Bianca was extremely bad—you could tell that they were somewhat villainous in the original story, they kept jumping around and getting beaten until their faces were swollen by the people around Bianca.
In addition, although the Donald family was rich, they were still quite honest — which in the original story meant they were not very smart, hence they often made jokes.
Laurel Donald, who transferred to their school, was indeed handsome, but because he was too unrefined, he was laughed at by the students in class A.
In the end, the Donald family's fate was no better than those of Maureen and Josephine's households.
Maureen couldn't recall the phone number, so she was unable to contact the Donald family in advance.
But she circled the date on the calendar, determined to protect this family under the protagonist's luck in this life.
At least she had to keep them away from Bianca.
Also, the first thing she had to do when she met Laurel Donald was probably to take him shopping for new clothes.
There were many things to do, and Maureen planned them one by one in her mind.
But on the basis of all these, the most important thing was to make the tender buds in the pot grow as much as possible.
After rubbing her eyes, Maureen was about to continue writing the next test paper.
The chair opposite the long table was suddenly pulled out.
A familiar black school bag was placed on the table, a familiar hand opened the bag, and took out a thick book of competition problems along with a pen and a stack of paper.
"Maureen looks up, meeting Richard's gaze as though by coincidence.
Richard gives her a glance, places his backpack on the seat next to him, and sits down across from her.
"Why are you here?"
Maureen glances around.
She doesn't see Elizabeth from the neighboring school or anyone else either.