Magic

I entered the class in a jolly mood because having fun with Olivia first thing in the morning had really rejuvenated me.

"Hi, table cloth. Woah… you look like a ghost." I went to my desk and greeted Logan only to see the dark patches under her eye.

"Oh… hello, breast fiend. Do I really look that bad?" Logan sluggishly turned her head towards me for a moment. She smiled and tilted her head a bit to look cute, but it was obvious that something's off.

I sat down and continued to probe: "Didn't get any sleep last night? Did something happen?"

"Umm… It's okay.. It's nothing, really. Don't worry about it." Logan shook her head in denial.

"But I cannot just not worry after seeing you like this. Let's talk about it during lunch, okay?" I softened my voice and asked her. Although I've only known her for 4 years, we have spent a whole ton of time together. From middle school to our current time, Logan and I were in the same class every year. If something is off about her, I wouldn't miss it.

Logan and I gazed at each other's eyes for a while. As I kept looking, her eyes gleamed as if there were a billion stars in it. It is pretty and alluring.

Logan stopped her gaze and nodded: "Ok."

She proceeded to take out a random textbook and read.

"Okay, class! It's great that everyone is here today! Without further ado, let's start the lesson." Teacher Rachel seemed happy and energetic seeing that all of her students were present. But she had definitely given me a deadly stare for a moment…

Teacher Rachel turned on the powerpoint slides on the board and began teaching calculus.

As I had already learned the materials, I relaxed and stared at Teacher Rachel's breasts bounce as she moved around. This was what I did most of the time. It's just that I could fully concentrate on Teacher Rachel's body now that I do not need to listen to her yap.

I observed as it jiggled up and down. When Teacher Rachel turned around, her mounds waved back and forth, saying hi to me.

When Teacher Rachel pushed her chest out while explaining some concepts, it's like her breasts were the ones talking…

I shut my eye lids hard. What's wrong with me? I was too absorbed into Teacher Rachel's boobs.

Although I have a feeling that I should keep staring, I tried to stop. It's as if I have a smoking addiction - breasts wise.

To facilitate my attempt to stop, I took out all my textbooks and laid them on my desk. Surely the Erotica System will keep my attention away from Teacher Rachel.

[ Detected books: English Composition, Chinese Intermediate, Intro to Biology, Human Geology ]

[ 4 Points to comprehend every book ]

I immediately learned everything. 4 Points were equivalent to $800, but as compared to my time, it's worth way less.

I didn't feel my head hurt due to having information jammed into my head, but I knew that they were in there. I would just need to call upon it to get what I want.

"Wuuuu!!" Logan suddenly hugged herself and burst into tears. Her tears dripped down nonstop and soaked into her textbook.

"Table cloth, what happened??" Due to her suddenly crying, I became even more worried for her.

"Logan, what happened!?" A girl sitting in front of us jumped up and turned around to counsel Logan. The girl wasn't the only one.

All of my classmates turned their heads this way. Many of them wanted to come over but were stopped by Teacher Rachel.

"Everyone, sit down!" Teacher Rachel raced over and arrived in front of Logan in a flash.

"Logan, are you okay?" Rachel asked with a careful tone, but she had a shocked and worried look on her face. This was too sudden. Everything was normal just a moment ago!

"Wahhh!!" Logan stopped hugging herself but suddenly turned towards my chest and hugged it. She buried her head in my shirt and gripped the edges of my shirt.

"Logan… It's okay. It's going to be okay." I patted her on the back to calm her down. It wasn't of much help, though, as she continued to cry.

"Wahhh!!" Her bitter tears latched themselves onto my shirt, and Logan wailed. For some reason, my heart skipped a beat, and it felt torn seeing her like this.

I looked at Rachel and asked sincerely: "Teacher Rachel, can we take a moment outside?"

Rachel looked at Logan and I a few times and finally said okay. It was her responsibility to help her student, but it seemed that it's best if Logan is comforted by her 'Always Late' student.

As we were excused, I kept hugging Logan and took her out of the classroom under the questioning look of our classmates.

I then took her towards the Infirmary. The nurse doesn't come in until later, so it should be empty until then.

"Logan, what's wrong?" I made us sit on a bed in the infirmary and asked her again. I normally call her tablecloth, but different times call for different names…

Logan couldn't even speak and choked up whenever she tried to. Not knowing what to do, she continued to sob and cry without limit.

Five minutes later, her crying died down a bit and she became able to talk.

Sniff. "I..I… sorry."

"You don't need to say sorry. You did nothing wrong. Do you… want to talk about it?" I wasn't sure if she wanted to talk about what happened to her. I didn't want to walk over any boundaries.

Logan separated herself from my embrace with a sad face and sniffled. "Will… you listen?"

"En, I will." I affirmed her.

"I'm afraid you'll judge me." Logan shed a few more tears. They slowly flowed down her fair cheeks.

"I won't."

"... Really?"

"Truly." I held her hands tight. Normally, it'd be something perverted from my side every time we touch each other, but It's not this time.

"I… I'm crying because I don't know what to do… My grandma… She had a heart attack. When she arrived at the hospital, the doctor said that she has coronary arteries and will need to immediately go into surgery because of her old age. It's just that… it's really expensive and our insurance won't even cover everything. We still have to pay over $13,000 just for them to start the surgery, but we don't even have $500 at home." Logan wiped her tears away.

"I.. sniff… I only have my grandma in my family, and I told her that I'll find a way to get the money. But she told me that she'll rather die than be a burden to me. I don't want to lose my only family member.. I don't know what to do." Logan felt her eyes blur, and her feelings urged her to cry again.

I took a deep breath after listening to her.

Others might not be able to help her but I—

I held my lifted hand, placed it on Logan's shoulders, and asked: "Logan, do you want to see a magic trick?"