I Just Want to Freeload on Your Luck

Chapter 2

Leaving the Zhao Family was easier than Mingxi thought.

It turned out that she was indeed trapped in a cocoon of her own making in her previous life. Once she abandoned her family, she would no longer feel sad.

Mingxi's mind was now focused on how to save his own life.

She moved quickly. The next morning, after dealing with the transfer procedures, she began to move the books.

The system gave Mingxi a potted plant with only soil. Only Mingxi could see it.

"Every time your providence accumulates a little bit, a small sprout will grow.

Only when the potted plant is fully grown will the negative luck of the villain on you be basically eliminated.

At that time, you will no longer 'die a horrible death'. "

"If you plant the potted plant densely enough, your luck may even surpass Zhao Yuan's."

Mingxi asked, "Will that affect the people who are being rubbed off?"

"No, have you heard of WiFi hotspots? You can rub off on their luck, but their own luck won't decrease."

Mingxi was relieved.

After she received the potted plant, she was so excited that she tried it on the sixth class's monitor. Before she left, she gave the monitor a big hug.

The sixth class's monitor was flattered.

Mingxi hugged the monitor affectionately while staring at the potted plant in the air with rapt attention, like a husband waiting for his wife to give birth.

… She hugged for a full three minutes, but the bare soil in the potted plant didn't move at all.

It was as if it was still.

Mingxi: "…"

The system comforted her: "Your monitor is too inconspicuous. The return rate is only 0.000001%. You should spend your time on the people in the front row of the list."

Mingxi was in a bad mood.

This potted plant was as big as her head. How long was she going to plant this tree?!

Even more than Zhao Yuan. She was already a Buddha. She just hoped that she wouldn't die from a terminal illness.

With a hurt heart, Mingxi and the class leader moved the books to the building where the Change Class, Gold Class, and International Class were located.

She was wearing a loose, dark-colored A High School uniform. Her long black hair reached her collarbone, and her skin was cold and fair. There was a red string tied with jade around her neck.

The tip of her white nose was dripping with sweat, and her face was covered by a mask as usual.

The mask made it difficult for Mingxi to breathe.

But she could not reveal it so easily.

In her previous life, she didn't listen to the doctor's advice and didn't wear a mask. She only applied sunscreen. As a result, there was always a faint mark on her face, and the scar healing ointment didn't have any effect.

It didn't look like much from afar, but once one looked at it up close, it was like a small stain on a beautiful and flawless vase. It was to the extent that the Creator would hate the unfairness of the Heavenly Dao for insisting on leaving a mark on a perfect thing.

If her face had recovered, Zhao Yuan might not have been the campus belle.

Mingxi was also very helpless. Perhaps it was because she was a villain that she was suppressed everywhere.

In short, she had to endure it for the rest of her life and wait until the wound was completely healed.

= = =

Shen Liyao was dealing with the gifts that those people stuffed into his desk over the weekend.

The unfinished circuit board and the thick competition book on his desk were all squeezed into a ball by the gift boxes.

He took the trash can to the side of the table with a "clang".

He lowered his eyes and swept all the messy gifts on the table into the trash can without looking at them.

He used two fingers to pick up a pink letter.

The person who sent the love letter was probably afraid that he would throw it away without reading it, so they specially tied a tight knot on the narrow silk that went through the envelope and firmly tied it to a gold medal that he threw in his desk pocket.

Shen Liyao's cold eyebrows were furrowed so tightly that they could kill a fly.

The next second, with a "plop", the love letter and the gold medal were thrown into the trash can together.