No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1657 Arnold Simmons Extra (23)

But this has already become very common for people in the north of the city.

The sky is just beginning to brighten, and the first ray of sunlight pierces through a thin layer of clouds and sprinkles down to the world.

Hannah bought breakfast as agreed and waited for Tessa Thompson at the school entrance.

The school has strict regulations: breakfast from inside the school is not allowed in the classroom, and breakfast from outside the school is not allowed through the gate.

Hannah bought breakfast for two today, including soy milk that could easily spill and couldn’t fit into a backpack, so she could only stand and wait at the school gate.

Luckily, not many students were around at this time, even the breakfast stalls were just being set up, with newly lit stoves boiling water and steam billowing out as soon as the pot lid was opened.

The aroma of food quickly spread through the entire street, even the lingering sleepiness was temporarily dispelled.

Those who arrived at the school earliest were usually students who lived a bit further away and rode bicycles.

At this time, they couldn’t even bother to push their bicycles into the school, they just set them aside and rushed for the first breakfast.

The stall owner was also warmly greeting everyone, preparing tables and chairs.

The morning was quiet, but now it was lively.

Hannah didn’t want to block anyone, so she chose a rather secluded corner to stand, where she could see the school gate and the street on the opposite side.

Feeling bored waiting, she lowered her head to kick the pebbles at her feet, then checked the time.

A strand of her tied-up ponytail slipped from her neck, feeling a bit itchy.

She reached up to fix it, then saw a group of people approaching from afar.

Their school uniforms were red and white, and the person leading was Jimmy Simmons.

He seemed to have just gotten off a vehicle, his face displaying fatigue mixed with irritability and annoyance, not showing a pleasant expression to those around him.

Until someone said, "Isn’t that the transfer student?"

The boy pointed at Hannah, and Jimmy Simmons also looked over.

This was Hannah and Jimmy Simmons’ first real encounter.

The moment their eyes met, she saw again that ill-tempered and crazy man.

Hannah didn’t have a good impression of Jimmy Simmons, and now that they had finally met, there was no need for pretense because they were strangers anyway.

She turned around as if she hadn’t seen him, but Jimmy Simmons came over.

He had a backpack hanging off his shoulder and his school uniform wasn’t properly worn; the zipper open revealed a branded T-shirt underneath, as he took the initiative to greet her, "Hey senior, long time no see."

Hannah looked at him, her brows furrowing slightly, "Do I know you?"

Jimmy Simmons smiled, "Have you forgotten, senior? It was on your first day at school, we met in the corridor; you even looked back at me."

That glance left a deep impression on Jimmy Simmons.

Because that face was indeed beautiful, more beautiful than any girl he had seen before, sweet and dazzling, the epitome of a first love face.

Pure natural beauty.

Hannah pursed her lips, thought of something but still no recollection, "Is that so? I don’t remember."

She turned around, no longer looking at Jimmy Simmons, clearly wanting to end their awkward conversation.

But Jimmy Simmons didn’t seem to feel awkward.

With a lazy and frivolous smile, he teased with a grin, "It’s fine if you don’t remember, let’s pretend this is our first time meeting, and make friends."

Hannah didn’t respond to him.

He wasn’t upset, just continued to look at Hannah, "Senior, give me an answer, it’s just making friends, are you that shy?"

"I don’t know you," she said in a very faint tone.

Jimmy Simmons didn’t mind, rarely introducing himself to someone, "I am Jimmy Simmons, from class 11-3." After introducing himself, he continued.