No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1656 Arnold Simmons Extra (22)
The air was thick with the smell of greasy smoke mingling with the stench of rotting garbage, as if it had come to a standstill.
A few hoodlums leant against the wall, each with a cigarette in hand, the blinding lights from their motorcycles aimed straight at the window of a bungalow.
Someone inside cursed a few times, then upon sticking their head out and seeing the gang, there was no further noise. They locked the window and drew the curtains in one fluid motion.
The hoodlums laughed smugly, tossing out a few more curses.
Footsteps approached from the distance; the gang members exchanged glances, thinking their "protection fee" business of the day was about to start.
A few seconds later, a figure appeared around the corner.
A tall silhouette, with a stern face.
The hoodlums who had been bravado just moments before, ready to pounce with bricks in hand, turned and ran without a moment’s hesitation. One of them tried to start his motorcycle but couldn’t; forgoing both his ride and his pride, he took the keys and fled.
Arnold Simmons kicked aside the bricks obstructing his path, indifferent to the gang that had just fled, as well as the people hidden in the corners trembling, not sparing them a second glance.
It was only after he had walked far away that the hoodlums dared to return.
"Wasn’t it said that this grim reaper had left? How has he come back?"
"Our guys definitely saw him being picked up by someone; heard his dad found him, and he went off to study nicely and be a student."
A man smacked the head of the person next to him, "Damn it, are you blind? ’Study’ my ass. If he’s studying, why would he come back here? You almost got me killed!"
The other person was just as innocent, "Could it be that he was driven out again?"
The group walked off into the distance.
No matter why Arnold Simmons came back today, they didn’t dare to hang around this area for the time being.
Arnold Simmons didn’t always live in the northern part of the city. The locals only knew he lived with an old man who picked trash; those years of life were especially miserable for him.
Latterly the old man died, leaving him all alone until the Simmons Family came knocking.
Everyone thought he’d lead a better life from then on, but it seemed that was not the case.
The light came back on in the old house, it wasn’t very bright but enough to illuminate this small space.
The room was empty, the furnishings simple, and there weren’t many appliances in use. Even the TV on the table in the corner was an old model, with no antenna connected, able to receive only a few channels.
At this time, the TV was broadcasting black and white movies.
Arnold Simmons took a quick shower, found clean clothes in the wardrobe to change into, and then on his bed, he took out the book he had borrowed today from his school bag.
On the desk beside him stood an entire row of books, both extracurricular books and textbooks, with an exercise book spread open on the desk.
His handwriting was neat, with clear lines of thought in his answers.
Many certificates were pasted on the wall, mostly old and yellowing, with some of the inscriptions starting to blur. However, the handwritten "Arnold Simmons" remained clearly visible.
Certificates ranged from the first grade to junior high, with the "Triple Good Student" awards never absent for each year.
But all this came to an abrupt halt in high school, which was also when the Simmons Family found Arnold Simmons.
In the eyes of some who knew the situation, Arnold was able to attend Haicheng First Middle School only because of the Simmons Family’s influence. Few people knew how exceptional the former Arnold was. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞
Or perhaps it’s for the best that they didn’t know.
Not far outside the window, a train roared past; the ground shook and the cup on the table trembled continuously.
