No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1663 Arnold Simmons Extra (29)

Hannah’s examination classroom was right above Class 2’s classroom. Having looked it up beforehand, she found her way there without any trouble.

She and Tessa arrived early, and there were not many people in the examination room at this time.

The few who were there were boys, sitting scattered around. Each of them was either lying on the desk asleep or staring blankly into space. Those who knew each other were chatting in groups.

Their voices were so loud that one could hear them from the neighboring classroom, but they paid it no mind.

Hannah, carrying her backpack, walked to the last seat of the last row.

In the previous exams, that seat was practically Arnold Simmons’ exclusive spot. Because he rarely attended exams, it had always been empty.

Hannah had just walked over when the boy sitting across the aisle noticed her.

In the entire classroom, Hannah was the only one neatly dressed in a school uniform and pants while others were either not wearing theirs or not wearing them properly.

Anyone looking at Hannah would think she is a good student.

The boy, as if thinking of something, moved to the seat in front of Hannah, turned around resting against the desk, and started teasing with a grin, "Hey, aren’t you the new transfer student?"

The news about a transfer student joining Class 2 had actually spread quite a bit. One reason was that it was nearly unheard of for someone to transfer to a top-class like this so late in their senior year, and the other was Hannah’s face.

Quietly radiant, the quintessential face of a first love.

Just one glance when she smiles could feel incredibly sweet.

But now Hannah didn’t want to smile, nor did she want to pay attention to the boy in front of her.

The boy, seemingly unoffended, kicked Hannah’s desk with a grin, tilting it, "Transfer student, how about you let me copy your test later? I’ve heard you’ve got good grades."

More than just good – the teachers of Class 2 have sung her praises to the heavens.

There’s a hierarchy not only between schools but within them as well.

Top-tier class, advanced class, ordinary class.

Three different levels.

They call it the ordinary class, but in reality, it’s the lower class. Tasks like cleaning the school’s public areas are often assigned to them.

Over time, naturally, there’s a sense of dissatisfaction in their hearts.

With the temperament that betrayed nothing, Hannah righted her desk and then neatly placed her pencil case and books, "You’re supposed to take exams on your own, cheating will result in a demerit from the school."

Such lines had been repeated by teachers countless times, but still, there are those who wouldn’t care and wouldn’t believe.

Just like this boy in front of her.

It seemed his rebelliousness had flared; unable to take it out on teachers, he directed his frustration at Hannah.

Leaning on the desk, he deliberately stretched out his legs and with a flick of his foot, he kicked Hannah’s desk out of place again, "Good students sure are different, huh? Not even a shred of ’classmate love.’ It’s just copying a test paper, why all the fuss?"

The boy had a carefree demeanor, slouching without any proper posture.

Probably thinking Hannah was an easy target, he became even more brazen.

But Hannah wasn’t exactly someone with a good temperament, and if this wasn’t at school...

She raised her head to glance at the security camera in the corner of the room, then fixed her gaze on the boy in front of her, with all expression withdrawn from her face, her bright eyes chilling like a cold wind.

"Take your foot off," she said in a calm voice, like a waveless sea.

The boy continued to smirk and not only did he not retract his foot, but he even swept the stuff on Hannah’s desk onto the floor, "Yo, is the good student getting angry? Getting upset so easily is a bit petty, isn’t it?"