No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1643 Arnold Simmons Extra (9)

Those crescent moon-like eyes seemed to be filled with joy.

Arnold Simmons seemed to realize something.

When he met the little girl’s gaze again, he felt irritable, "Stop following me."

After saying that, he turned around and walked away, only to feel a slight pull from behind.

Hannah gently tugged at the hem of his shirt, "Where are you going?" Perhaps feeling that this was a bit too nosy and annoying, she added, "Can I treat you to lunch?"

She stood in the light, and even the smile in her eyes seemed brilliantly illuminated.

Arnold Simmons tugged at the corner of his mouth, not smiling, his eyes appearing dark and gloomy, "Do you even know who I am to invite me to lunch?"

"You are Arnold Simmons." Her finger hooked on her backpack, she smiled brightly, "I’m the new student in your class, I sit in front of you. Today when you went out, I accidentally bumped into you, don’t you remember?"

The little girl recounted the events in detail, even remembering something minor like bumping into him.

Arnold Simmons chuckled softly, "You remember quite clearly."

"Right." She nodded, "So, can I invite you to lunch now?"

Arnold Simmons did not respond, his fingertips crushed the burning cigarette on the red brick wall, his gaze remained fixed on her soft, white, and well-behaved cheek, his voice playful, "You’re so keen on inviting me to lunch; new classmate, you wouldn’t happen to have... a crush on me, would you?"

He smiled with a lip curl, his slightly upturned eyes brimming with ambiguous and tender charm, his words carrying a hint of lingering sentiment.

Arnold Simmons did indeed have a face that was highly beguiling; even his aloof demeanor carried an enticing allure, attracting many admirers, both openly and secretly, within and outside of school.

If it were someone else, they would have blushed under his gaze, but Hannah didn’t blush or even show any hint of panic in her clear black and white eyes.

She was calm enough to make Arnold Simmons wonder if he was too narcissistic.

Hannah did not answer his question, but tugged on his shirt again, "I know a noodle shop that makes really good beef noodles, come on, let’s go, my treat."

She tugged at his shirt intending to lead the way out, Arnold Simmons paused for a moment, then compliantly followed, "New classmate, are you sure you know the way?"

"I’ve been living in Capital City since I was born." Hannah let go of the young man’s hem, carefully stepped over a small puddle on the ground, "I only went to Capital City for high school."

The road in Willow Lane was not very wide, and the bricks on the ground were uneven due to wear. Nearby, there were several old residential buildings, low-rise, with many pieces of broken glass mounted on the walls, and wires tangled complicatedly overhead.

"Transferred from Capital City to Capital City?" Arnold Simmons raised an eyebrow, seeming to find it odd.

"Is that strange?" Coming out from Willow Lane, the view became much broader. After being away for two years, the changes in Capital City weren’t significant, Hannah could still recognize the way, "No matter how good it is outside, there are always people who miss home."

"How old are you to still be homesick?"

Arnold Simmons looked down at the little girl who only reached his chin, suddenly imagining her with teary eyes, crying for her parents.

Pitiful yet amusing.

He couldn’t help but smile.

Hannah turned back, looking up at him as if she read his mind, and sniffed indignantly.