"Alright, about that word, I lost, so you don’t have to ask anymore. I owe you a favor." Before he could say anything, David Thompson interrupted him in a flurry, then said sulkily.

"About that, class monitor, I just wanted to say what a coincidence it was. As for that bet, I’d forgotten all about it if you hadn’t brought it up. But since you did, I’ll reluctantly accept your request."

Her cheeks puffed up, pouting angrily, "Hmph!"

"So, what’s your request? It can’t be too much."

"Let me think." Actually, Brian Carter didn’t really have any request in mind, he was just saying it casually. But looking at David Thompson’s little pouting mouth, which looked like it could hang an oil bottle, he blurted out a request as if possessed, "Kiss me."

"Muah." David Thompson moved quickly, tiptoed, and kissed Brian Carter on the cheek.

This girl David Thompson was really bold and straightforward, not shy at all. After giving him a kiss, she ran off. By the time Brian Carter reacted, David Thompson had already disappeared without a trace.

"Am I being too wicked, actually letting a fourteen-year-old girl kiss me? But it really felt pretty good." He touched his cheek. The moment her lips touched his face, it was soft and moist, that feeling was really comfortable and memorable.

A casual bet unexpectedly earned Brian Carter a kiss. If only there were more surprises like this. "So wicked. As the saying goes, every otaku has an uncle’s heart, which means every otaku is a lolicon. Could it be that my latent lolicon heart has been awakened?"

He couldn’t help but picture David Thompson’s lively, youthful appearance in his mind—truly enough to make countless lolicons swoon.

He strolled slowly into the classroom. William Reed was already waiting for him inside.

"Xiao Si, you finally made it."

Brian Carter asked, "What’s up? You looking for me?"

"Xiao Si, did you forget what day it is today?"

"What day?"

"Today is the school magazine release day."

"School magazine release day? What’s that got to do with me?"

"Come on, how could it have nothing to do with you? Your article is the highlight of this month’s magazine! How can you not buy a few copies to keep?" William Reed acted as if it was his own article that had been chosen as the magazine’s highlight.

Under William Reed’s urging, Brian Carter bought a few more copies of the school magazine.

On the cover of the magazine was an aerial view of the whole school: [Experimental Middle School Magazine, Issue 235 (Environmental Protection Edition)]

Below was his article—

Recommended by the magazine department, a perfect blend of environment and micro science fiction: "Hey—Come Out." Below that, in small print: Class 10, Grade 8, Brian Carter, page 36.

The highlight article meant the title was displayed right on the cover.

He curled his lips, not caring at all. If he weren’t so young and lacking in credibility, the articles he could pull from his mind could be published in any newspaper at will. Seriously, Brian Carter wasn’t fighting alone—behind him stood countless writers and literary giants from Earth.

William Reed was overjoyed, taking it upon himself to treat the whole class to snacks.

He was happy, and of course the whole class was happy to get free food. But there were two people who were sulking.

One was our class monitor, David Thompson. She lost the bet, and Brian Carter even made such a request. Although she did admire Brian Carter a little in her heart, this time he’d gone too far, so she was fuming inside.

The other one sulking was Jessica Parker. She held this issue of the school magazine in her hand. It was undeniable that Brian Carter’s article was indeed better than hers, but her stubbornness wouldn’t let her admit defeat, so she clutched the magazine tightly and took it all the way home.

When she got home and opened the door, the smell of alcohol hit her. Jessica Parker frowned slightly and shouted, "Sophia Harris, you’re hiding at home drinking again!"

"Oh? My precious daughter is back. What do you mean, hiding and drinking? I just got stuck while writing a review, so I had a little drink to find some inspiration." The speaker was Jessica Parker’s mother, Sophia Harris, with long hair draped over her shoulders, her face flushed from drinking, exuding a seductive charm—a captivating young woman.

Jessica Parker said nothing, snatching the beer from Sophia Harris’s hand.

She cleaned up the bottles and the messy table.

Just judging by the beer bottles on the floor, Sophia Harris had already eaten peanuts and drunk five or six bottles.

Sophia Harris tidied her hair, tossing it behind her head. "The school magazine—our precious girl’s article got selected again, right?"

"No, it didn’t. This time, the article chosen from our class wasn’t mine. One of my classmates wrote a better one this time." Jessica Parker.

"Who was it, who could possibly write better than our precious girl?" In Sophia Harris’s intoxicated gaze, a hint of curiosity appeared. Jessica Parker was her daughter, after all, and she’d taught her herself. Her writing skills had long surpassed those of middle schoolers, even most high schoolers couldn’t compare. That’s why the article chosen from Class 10 had always been Jessica Parker’s, from seventh to eighth grade. But this time, someone had surpassed her, and judging by Jessica Parker’s tone, she even admitted the other person wrote better than her.