No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1678 Arnold Simmons Extra (44)

It wasn’t her usual backpack.

"Why are you carrying a backpack, off to class?" Arnold Simmons asked with a smile.

Hannah took a seat opposite him, set down her backpack, and hugged it in her arms, "No, this is the homework I brought for you."

She unzipped the backpack to reveal a neat pile of test papers and a few workbooks.

No wonder she ran the short distance here breathlessly.

It must be because of the heavy load of homework.

He shouldn’t have asked that question. After a moment of silence, he spoke softly, "I never do homework."

Hannah closed the backpack and moved forward in her seat, "But the homework is given out to you every time."

"Maybe it’s because I paid for it," Arnold Simmons said, raising an eyebrow with a smile.

Hannah nodded thoughtfully, as if considering something, then after a while added, "Wouldn’t it be a waste if you paid and then didn’t do the homework?" 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Because it would be wasteful to buy workbooks and test papers with money and then not take them seriously.

That’s probably what she was thinking.

Amusingly serious.

Arnold Simmons teased her on purpose, "Since it would be wasteful, why don’t you do it for me?"

Hannah was not stumped and said directly, "This is something you paid for; I can’t take advantage of it, right?"

Her eyes curved, and her smile was bright and obedient.

Arnold Simmons chuckled softly, straightened up, and leaned in closer to her, "What’s mine is yours, isn’t it?"

The surroundings were quiet, and the wind chimes hanging at the store’s entrance tinkled in the breeze, pleasant yet somewhat unsettling.

The young man’s voice was clear and slightly deep, with a lazy smile, his eyes pure black and teasingly seductive.

Hannah paused for a moment, then averted her gaze to look at his hands, naturally continuing his line of thought, and countered, "If what’s yours is mine, then what about mine?"

Arnold Simmons smiled, "Of course, what’s yours is also—mine."

He intentionally paused for a moment, his hand picking up the glass that was set aside.

Inside was lemon water with ice cubes.

Holding the glass made the bones of that hand more pronounced; the fingers were long and flawless, a pair of hands that not even fine jade could compare with.

Hannah watched, her thoughts still spinning, "You said what’s yours is mine, but I don’t have your first-in-class grade, do I?"

She looked up and added, "More like last-in-class."

Therefore, studying still relies on oneself.

Arnold Simmons was mockingly annoyed, "New classmate, are you mocking my poor grades?"

"Not at all," Hannah replied, "You said it yourself."

First in the class.

But also last in the class.

Arnold Simmons couldn’t refute it.

Hannah scanned the QR code for ordering on the table with her phone, "What do you want to eat?"

She hadn’t forgotten that she was the one treating today, as promised.

This dessert shop was Hannah’s choice, reasonably priced and popular with students who like to hang out here. Besides desserts, they also serve breakfast.

They have things like bread, cakes, and milk.

Arnold Simmons glanced at the girl who was earnestly making her selection, "Anything is fine, the same as you."

"The same as me?" Hannah looked up, "Then two sets of milk and tremella combo, beautifying and nourishing, very suitable for girls."

Arnold Simmons: "..."

In the end, the waiter brought over two delicately arranged sets, even the trays were in cute girl styles, with pink petals sprinkled over the tremella, looking very attractive.

Arnold Simmons could no longer keep a straight face, especially when the waiter looked their way.