No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1703 Arnold Simmons Extra (69)

Hannah watched for a while before withdrawing her gaze, "Indeed, he is quite popular."

She seemed a bit distracted.

Tessa Thompson suddenly remembered something, "Right, Hannah, did Jimmy Simmons come looking for you again after that day?"

With so many people on the court, cheers, applause, and whistles all mixed together, they didn’t have to worry about their conversation being overheard.

Hannah said it happened once, "He followed me to the nearby food city."

Tessa Thompson’s eyes widened, first with gossip, then with shock, "You mean, he followed you?"

Hannah nodded.

The slight favorable impression that had risen because of Jimmy Simmons’s good looks vanished in an instant. Tessa Thompson clenched her fists angrily, "Is he a pervert? What happened after that?"

"After that, I talked to him for a bit, and then he left."

"What did you say to him?"

Hannah recalled briefly, "I asked him how his grades were and told him to study hard."

Tessa Thompson was stunned for a second, then gave a thumbs up and couldn’t help but laugh, "Hannah, you’re awesome. With just one sentence you precisely targeted his pride, no wonder he hasn’t dared to look for you since, probably out of embarrassment."

As they chatted, the first half of the basketball game ended with a three-pointer from Jimmy Simmons.

With thirty classes in the first year, Jimmy Simmons was in Class 7, and today they were playing against Class 1.

Class 1 is the top class, known for both good grades and sportsmanship.

But today, with Jimmy Simmons on their side, Class 7 is leading the score temporarily.

Jimmy Simmons walked to the side of the court, casually lifting the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and immediately, a girl’s heart raced as she offered him water with a flushed face.

Before the basketball game started, each class had already prepared enough mineral water, which was placed next to the court.

The student delivering water to Jimmy Simmons was still from Class 1.

During the game, Jimmy Simmons had almost dominated the students from Class 1. Now, with an undercurrent of resentment from them, while glances were frequently thrown, a student from Class 1 still ran over to deliver water.

Jimmy Simmons just glanced at it, did not accept it, and walked straight past.

The girl’s face turned somewhat embarrassed, with her friends comforting her at her side.

A student from Class 7 who took the court with Jimmy Simmons came over and hooked his shoulder, "Brother Jimmy is awesome. After this game, you’ll probably get a lot of love letters, huh?"

Jimmy Simmons pushed the boy’s hand away and opened a bottle of water to drink, "Really? I’m used to it."

The boy laughed and teased, "Brother Jimmy is so cool, I wonder what kind of girl could catch your eye."

Jimmy Simmons didn’t reply, his gaze casually swept over to the sidelines, and in a glance, he saw Hannah standing at the very front of the crowd.

She was facing sideways as if listening to the girl beside her talking, with her wispy hair tousled by the wind, and the evening sun casting a thin layer of golden light on her, making the smile that suddenly blossomed on her face both stunning and eye-catching.

Jimmy Simmons’s hand gripping the water bottle tightened, and a subtle shadow crossed his eyes.

"Brother Jimmy, it’s time for us to take the court."

"Got it." Jimmy Simmons screwed the bottle cap back on, tossed it aside, and went onto the court.

When the second half of the game started, there were even more onlookers around the court, many of whom had come to watch after dinner.

After a short halftime break, both teams revived their spirits, especially the players from Class 1, who seemed somewhat displeased with being pressured by Class 7 in the first half, launching every attack as if holding back their frustration.

But Class 7 was still untroubled and slow, as if they were deliberately toying with the Class 1 players. During the play, Jimmy Simmons stood outside the three-point line and casually took a shot, and the ball went through the hoop.