No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1646 Arnold Simmons Extra (12)

Just like that, a distance of five meters had already formed between him and Hannah.

The little girl was still "battling" with the straps of her backpack.

Arnold Simmons looked up at the sun, clicked his tongue irritably, but still walked over, "Silly, aren’t you?"

He reached out, and with a single finger easily hooked Hannah’s backpack over.

The young man lowered his head, his expression unusually serious, his lips pursed, looking somewhat impatient, yet his movements were unhurried.

Once the strap was loosened, he stuffed the backpack back into Hannah’s arms, "Alright, stop following me, go back to school."

Across the street was the gate of First High School. The gates had just opened and there weren’t many students, mainly freshmen and sophomores gathered at the entrance.

Hannah took a couple of steps forward and caught up with Arnold Simmons, tugging at his shirt, "Aren’t you going back to class?"

Arnold Simmons looked down at her, saw the small hand gripping his shirt, held back, and did not shake it off, "No."

"Next week is the monthly test, missing classes will make you fall behind."

Arnold Simmons raised an eyebrow, "I’m already the first in our grade."

Hannah puzzled.

"Last," he added with a laugh.

The implication was that academic progress meant nothing to him now – he had already hit rock bottom.

Hannah watched his figure disappear around the street corner, amidst the bustling crowd, and soon could not even discern which direction he had left in.

She stood still, until Tessa Thompson suddenly popped up and slapped her on the shoulder, bringing her back to reality.

"Hannah, what are you looking at?" Tessa Thompson poked her head out from behind her, looking at her face and then the direction she was staring in.

Hannah shook her head, "Nothing much. Why did you come so early?"

"Early? Not really, it’s almost two o’clock."

Tessa Thompson affectionately linked arms with Hannah and crossed the road.

There were now many students at the school entrance, the robust trees on both sides shading the harsh sunlight, with only fragments of light trickling through the gaps.

The fragmented light was tender, sprinkled over the years of youth, the students holding their books and talking softly.

All of it felt like a dream, even the scenery before their eyes seemed blurred.

"Why would they come here?"

Tessa Thompson’s exclamation jolted Hannah back to awareness.

She looked over, and on the corridor outside of Class 2 several boys in the red uniform of First High stood, with the most conspicuous being a tall boy, flamboyant and striking-looking, yet always conveying a rebellious and slightly naughty vibe, his smiling face also carrying a bit of frivolity.

A bit farther away stood several freshman girls, seemingly present specifically for these boys, their glances continually darting over there.

Their conversations appeared self-directed, but their faces were already blushed with spring fever.

Clearly recognizing these people, Tessa Thompson even took the time to explain to Hannah, "That leading guy is Jimmy Simmons. I heard he’s pretty rich. He was a troublemaker in middle school, daring to contradict even teachers, and not many in the school dare to mess with them."

"Do they often come over to the senior side?"

"Not often."

Tessa Thompson scratched her head, unsure of how to explain this complicated situation to Hannah, as it was mostly students’ gossip and no one really had a clear account.

Of course, as a person who loved gossip, Tessa Thompson still knew quite a bit of information.

She was thinking about where to start telling Hannah.