No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1721: Arnold Simmons Side Story (87)
Anyway, they had all been accepted through recommendation, so as long as it didn’t affect the other students’ learning and didn’t violate the school’s discipline, the principal and director turned a blind eye.
All the other students were green with envy.
Only Hannah still diligently reviewed with everyone daily, completed her homework on time, and never arrived late or left early.
Oscar Evans even specifically talked to her, worried that she had not yet recovered from the pressure of the competition and whether she needed a few days off to relax.
Of course, Hannah refused.
The reason she gave then, and her answer to Arnold Simmons’s question now, was the same, "Because learning never ends, I love to study, study brings me happiness."
Arnold Simmons twitched the corner of his mouth, began to laugh, and stressed with drag, "Okay, you love to study."
Hannah rested both arms on the table, holding a pen, and asked him, "Don’t you love to study?"
Between them were test papers and workbooks piled up high; it might not be a mountain, but it was still quite tall. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶
Arnold Simmons stopped writing and looked at her, the sunlight from outside the window casting a light on the girl, a pale golden halo, the color one sees in a deep-sea dream.
After thinking for a moment and scanning the neat handwriting on Hannah’s paper, he replied, "It’s alright."
After finishing his sentence, he asked again, "Are you hungry?"
They had only just sat down for less than ten minutes.
"Not hungry, I ate breakfast before I came out," Hannah said, propping her head and leaning forward, "How much of the homework have you written, Arnold Simmons?"
They’ve had five days off now, and once the tenth day of the new year passes, school will restart.
Excluding Chinese New Year’s Eve, the Spring Festival, and the time visiting relatives, they have ten days left to do their homework.
With six subjects and an average of twelve papers per subject, including newly distributed blank workbooks and weekly study reports, the time to complete the assignments was tight.
Arnold Simmons glanced down at the workbook he had barely started, silently closed it, and said, "I’ve written quite a bit."
Hannah nodded without suspicion, "Then let’s work hard together."
"Yeah, let’s work hard," Arnold Simmons said with a smile.
Hannah quickly got into a studying state, as if cultivating in her own world, undisturbed by anyone, and whenever she came across a slightly complex problem, she would seriously work out the formulas on scrap paper.
She didn’t even glance at her phone the whole time.
Arnold Simmons couldn’t help but look up at her halfway through his writing.
As the sun rose, the shadows moved, and the fragmented light shone through the gaps between buildings onto her eyelashes, coating them with a golden glow, like beautiful feathers.
"Arnold Simmons."
Upon hearing his name suddenly, Arnold Simmons averted his gaze, pretending to have just looked up nonchalantly, "What’s up?"
Hannah squinted at the sunlight outside the window and shielded her eyes with her hand, "It seems like it’s noon, shall we go out for something to eat?"
To be precise, it was now half past twelve.
After leaving their homework on the first floor, Arnold Simmons took Hannah out to eat.
There were many shops in the city center, and because it was the Spring Festival, most of them had hung red lanterns at their entrances. There was also a dragon and lion dance performance in the nearby square, which was extremely lively.
Hannah, who had just been complaining about fainting from hunger, was now excitedly holding a skewer of candied haw and watching the performance, clapping excitedly at the highlights.
Arnold Simmons stood next to her, conveniently shielding her from the somewhat glaring sunlight.
"That’s awesome!"
Hannah bit into her candied haw, clapping continuously with her free hand.
