No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1697 Arnold Simmons Extra (63)

"You accuse Hannah of pulling strings, but didn’t you cozy up to the math teacher yourself just to get into the math competition?"

"If you’re so capable, why don’t you compete in the contest?"

"You’re talking nonsense!" Emily Jones stamped her foot in anger, "Is it that I didn’t want to participate? It was clearly a fixed selection; that’s why I couldn’t take part."

"Wow, Emily, don’t you feel ashamed saying that?" This time it was Joe Taylor speaking up.

Always standing up for what is right.

Hannah also spoke up, "If you feel something is unfair, you can talk to a teacher. The spots for this chemistry competition were determined by the monthly exam grades in chemistry, there was no such thing as pulling strings."

Compared to Emily’s frantic indignation, Hannah was much calmer.

Pitted against each other, the difference in poise is clear.

Emily clenched the book in her hands, "Find then find, I’m going to the chemistry teacher now!"

In truth, her words belied her unease; she knew her own academic standing was far from competitive enough.

But she was just jealous.

Jealous of others outperforming her.

Having said that, Emily ran off.

Joe Taylor even reassured Hannah, "Don’t worry, she won’t dare to go to the teacher. With the incident of her quarreling with Rally Moore, she’d rather avoid the teacher."

But even if she did go, it wouldn’t matter; the chemistry competition was always a matter of personal ability.

A few of Hannah’s classmates from the back row thanked her.

Joe Taylor scratched his head, "No problem, it’s right for classmates to help each other out."

She smiled and returned to her seat with her papers in hand.

As soon as Hannah came this way, Arnold Simmons immediately averted his gaze.

Hannah didn’t look at him, instead, she bent down to find this morning’s chemistry exam paper in her drawer to give to Tessa Thompson.

By the time she came back and sat down, she still hadn’t looked at Arnold, just quietly took her seat and started doing her homework.

The workload in the third year of high school is heavy; every day is a race against time.

During the second period of evening self-study, the class teacher Oscar Evans came over to speak with Hannah.

The chemistry competition the day after tomorrow would be in the neighboring province, and she and two other students needed to take a flight there in advance. Oscar Evans was there to give her a leave slip.

She had to leave the school at ten o’clock tomorrow morning.

"Do well in the contest, but don’t put too much pressure on yourself," Oscar Evans said, worrying Hannah might be nervous, adding a few more words of caution.

The competition is different from regular exams; it’s bigger and more intense.

Hannah took the leave slip, nodded, and said, "Don’t worry, I’ll do my best."

Oscar Evans patted her shoulder, "You’re an excellent student, and I wish you achieve a good result."

The day after tomorrow, after the second period, Hannah packed up her things ready to head directly to the airport.

There’s only one day allotted for the exam. With a day’s preparation and the travel time, they would need to stay there for two days and one night.

Results would be announced later, notifying who would advance to the finals.

The whole process was going to be very demanding.

After chatting with Tessa Thompson and a few other close friends, Hannah carried her backpack and went downstairs.

Since she was only staying overnight, she didn’t have much to bring with her.

In November, the weather was starting to cool down, the wind carrying the bite of early winter, fine rain falling like needles, the air misty.

At the corner of the first floor, she saw Arnold Simmons waiting there.

He was rarely seen in a school uniform, leaning against the wall, hands in his pockets, looking relaxed and lethargic.

Hannah had glanced around the classroom just now and had not seen him.