Hastily putting down the box, George Miller reached inside and rummaged around. A black-and-red pearl immediately appeared before his eyes. “This is it…” He gently picked up the black-and-red pearl. That cold current grew even stronger.

In the attribute bar at the bottom of his field of vision, the potential percentage started jumping up like it was on steroids, shooting from 26% to 50% in less than ten seconds, then to 80%, and finally to 100%.

The moment it hit 100%, George Miller vaguely felt the black-and-red pearl in his hand suddenly dim a little, as if it had aged considerably.

He hurriedly put it back in the box and carefully handed it to the last student on his right. Even so, the box had already stayed in his hands for quite a while.

That student was a red-haired girl with a ponytail. She frowned and gave him a faint glance, took the box without even looking at it, and passed it directly to the boy in front of her.

George Miller knew this girl; her name was Alice Bennett. Like him, she came from an average family background, but unlike him, Alice Bennett was a very good student, highly self-disciplined, and even a bit rigid in personality. The only thing she had in common with George Miller was that neither had many friends in the class.

Not paying much attention to the girl, George Miller focused on the potential percentage at the bottom of his vision. A strange, indescribable current was swirling in his eyes—something that only appeared when his potential reached 100%. He had a hunch that if he concentrated on any of the other four attributes for three seconds, this current would suddenly surge into that attribute.

“Looks like I’m not hallucinating… I really do have this superpower!” George Miller felt a bit excited. After living for decades, to suddenly have the dream of possessing supernatural abilities from his youth come true—even with his steady temperament, he couldn’t help but feel a little restless.

“So, which attribute should I add this current to?” George Miller’s gaze wandered over the four attributes.

Strength, Agility, Constitution, Intelligence.

3

All the way until class ended, George Miller still hadn’t decided which attribute to add it to. By now, he was completely convinced that this innate ability was real.

Ding~~~~

Suddenly, the crisp sound of the end-of-class bell rang out. The etiquette teacher put away the box and strode out of the classroom. The room instantly shifted from silence to a hubbub of noise.

George Miller jerked up from his desk, sat up straight, and let out a breath. Suddenly, his stomach tightened, and he quickly covered it with his hand. An unprecedented feeling of hunger surged up from his stomach.

George Miller bent down and looked around, making sure no one was paying attention to him. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out a few light blue bills, each marked with numbers like 1 and 5. He counted them carefully, frowning slightly.

“Only fifteen yuan in pocket money. That’s nowhere near enough to last a week… And I clearly had breakfast before coming here, but when my potential hit 100% just now, I suddenly felt hungry. Looks like this potential isn’t just absorbed from the jewel—it’s also tied to my own digestive energy.”

Smack.

Suddenly, someone patted him on the shoulder from behind. “George Miller, lunch at the usual spot?” a young male voice called from behind.

George Miller turned around and saw a short-haired, freckled, fair-skinned boy grinning as he pressed down on his shoulder. “What usual spot?”

“By the window, of course!” The boy’s name was Charles Parker, one of the few classmates George Miller was somewhat familiar with.

“Yesterday, we had the jasmine tea set for the weekend. I wonder what’s on today?” Another boy leaned over and whispered, “If they still have that dark purple special jam, I’ll get that again.”

“Alright, I’ll go buy the goat milk. Give me your money, five yuan each.” Charles Parker held out his hand. The students in the class all had the habit of drinking hot goat milk before lunch—almost everyone did.

As soon as Charles Parker held out his hand, more than a dozen people crowded around, piling five-yuan bills into his palm. “I want one!” “Mine.” “Me too.” … A whole group of people who had been nowhere to be seen just moments ago suddenly appeared as soon as someone volunteered to buy.

Charles Parker hurriedly collected the money and counted, “Twelve orders in total… George Miller, you don’t want milk? I’m going to buy some other things too, I can bring them for you guys.”

“No, thanks. You know I don’t like goat milk.” George Miller quickly refused, putting on a nonchalant face. In reality, he just didn’t have the money—even if he liked it, he could only say he didn’t. He needed to save what little he had for other things. Besides, the old George Miller had always used this excuse, so he just went along with it.

Unexpectedly, Charles Parker really thought he just didn’t like it. “It’s fine, just buy a box and try it. It tastes pretty good. I’ll bring it for you anyway, what’s the harm?”

“No, really, I don’t like it.” George Miller refused again and again.

“Come on, just try it, it’s fine!”

“I really don’t like goat milk, you guys go ahead!”

“Alright then…” Charles Parker shrugged helplessly and jogged out of the classroom.