No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1648 Arnold Simmons Extra (14)

The desks just in front were occupied by Hannah and Tessa Thompson.

The two girls were huddled together gossiping, from school matters to outside school, seriously absorbed and unaware of what was happening outside.

Listening to the group outside the windows for a while, the male student with glasses frowned, his tone becoming more serious, "If there’s nothing important, please go back to your own school building promptly. This is the senior year building, please do not come here to disturb our studies if it’s not something urgent."

After saying that, he closed the window, stood up to lock it, and also drew the curtains.

This action annoyed the people outside immensely.

"Damn it, today I must teach them a lesson..."

"Enough." Jimmy Simmons said coldly, his eyes showing a trace of gloomy expression, "Let’s leave, and find time to corner them outside the school."

After that, he turned around and left.

The group of boys exchanged glances, then quickly followed him.

For the senior year’s evening self-study, the break in the afternoon wasn’t as long as at noon, so many chose to have dinner at school and then go directly back to class.

Tessa Thompson and Hannah chose to go to the school cafeteria since it was a bit of a walk from the teaching building to the school gate.

After school, the cafeteria is usually filled with students from the second and third year, and it was not very crowded.

After dinner, they both returned to their class.

There was a brief quiz before the night revision session, and it just so happened to be on Chemistry today.

Halfway through the thirty-minute quiz, Hannah had already finished writing on her test sheet.

The classroom was brightly lit, which made it difficult to see the outside through the window.

The seat behind her was still empty; Arnold Simmons hadn’t come in the afternoon, nor for the evening revision.

The teachers didn’t mind, and the classmates were used to it; in class 2, Arnold Simmons seemed to just occupy a seat and had a student number, no one cared or paid any extra attention.

Hannah tightened her grip on the pen, somewhat distractedly drawing parabolas on the scratch paper.

Next to her, Tessa leaned over and asked, "Hannah, you’re amazing, writing math problems during a chemistry quiz?"

She whispered, and no one around noticed.

Hannah snapped back to reality, saw the math formulas on the scratch paper, and quickly erased them, "I was just zoning out, didn’t write any math problems."

Tessa nodded, not probing further, "Did you finish the chemistry questions?"

"Finished."

"What did you choose for the last multiple-choice question?"

Hannah looked at her answer, "Chose C."

As soon as she spoke, Tessa wailed, "The first option I eliminated was C, how could this be, chemistry why don’t you love me anymore, no, you never loved me."

Before long, the chemistry teacher entered, took some chalk, wrote the answers on the blackboard, and advised everyone to check their answers by themselves first, she would come back later to explain.

Hannah had all the correct answers, Tessa had quite a few wrongs.

Before waiting for the chemistry teacher to come over, she started pulling on Hannah to explain how she arrived at the last multiple-choice question.

The revision session passed quickly, with only short breaks between three classes; when the final bell rang, everyone seemed liberated, and the entire teaching building became lively.

Before they said goodbye, Tessa did not forget to remind Hannah about their meeting tomorrow.

Tomorrow at ten a.m., at the city center library.

Listening to Tessa repeat it one more time, Hannah waved and bid her goodbye.

At ten o’clock at night, the streets weren’t too lively, aside from the students of First Middle School, there were hardly any pedestrians.