No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1601 Start

After a while, Hannah finally looked up again.

Her eyes were drowsy, her cheeks slightly puffed up with a hint of grievance, "Arnold, why can’t you even stand up? Is it because I’m too heavy, or are you just not up to it?"

She was pressing down on his legs, which is why he couldn’t stand up.

But this question.

Arnold met her innocent eyes and silently murmured, "My problem."

Hearing this, Hannah couldn’t help but laugh.

She had just wanted to tease Arnold, but she hadn’t expected him to be so... obedient?

"Arnold, you’re so well-behaved," she couldn’t help but cuddle his face and give him a peck.

It was quite a loud sound, like that of a child.

Arnold’s lips curved slightly, helping Hannah to stand, "I’m not well-behaved."

He said softly.

Hannah turned around, jumping back into his arms, looking up at him, "What did you say?"

Arnold tapped her forehead lightly with his finger, "Saying you’re the well-behaved one."

Her eyes curved like the stars had fallen from the sky.

Just right into his arms.

The stars were brilliant, the moonlight bright, and the night enchanting.

Hannah walked ahead, yawning from fatigue yet hopping left and right like a rabbit.

Arnold followed behind her, watching her shadow carefully guarding her.

Occasionally, when he looked up, he would meet her eyes tinged with laughter, more beautiful than the night itself, lifting his spirits.

"Arnold, remember what you said!"

What did he say?

He said he would love her until the very end of his life.

"I will remember," he smiled tenderly, taking her hand that she reached out and then pulling her into his embrace.

Under the moonlight, the embracing shadows sketch out a beautiful scene of this world, imprinted in the eyes and carved in the heart.

*

Year 899 of the Intergalactic Era, news from beyond the border reported that the long-awaited attack by the wanderers had finally commenced.

They came prepared.

Even though the imperial base’s mechanized combat team was ready, they were still caught off-guard. At a critical moment, Wayne Lane, who had been absent for several days, suddenly appeared, stabilizing the situation.

At the same time, the royal family, having received the news, immediately terminated the ongoing selection for the combat team, requesting all students from the Mech Academy to head to the border immediately.

They had only half a day to pack their bags and say goodbye to their families.

Outside the school gates, parents who heard the news rushed over, all with worried expressions, some even couldn’t help but tear up.

They were all still students, some of whom had been in school for less than a year but now had to rush to the border.

The elderly headmaster standing not far away could only sigh.

Jay Brown stood aside, his expression somewhat solemn. He had already changed into his combat suit and had the emblem of the mechanized combat team on his shoulder.

Three days ago, the royal family had gifted him a mech that was promised earlier, along with a few other students who had performed excellently in the combat team selection.

Yet Jay was still the standout, and there were already individuals in the royal family casting him promising glances, offering him support if they triumphed in this battle.

Even with tempting conditions, Jay didn’t immediately agree but found an excuse to decline.

"Even at this time, all they see are immediate benefits," the headmaster sighed deeply once again.

Even for their own trivial benefits, the royals would still unquestionably choose to sacrifice everyone.

Just like what happened to Hannah years ago.