No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1724: Arnold Simmons Side Story (90)

His face showed a good bone structure, probably because he had encountered some complex problems, and his hand gripping the pen tightened slightly.

Leaning back lazily, he crumpled up the filled draft paper and tossed it into the trash can.

Arnold’s mind was definitely not dumb; on the contrary, he was quite smart.

But now, he had set a new goal for himself.

He wanted to go to the same college as Hannah.

"This question should be solved like this."

A gentle and soft voice suddenly came from behind him.

Before Arnold could fully react, Hannah had already taken the pen from his hand and written down the solution process on paper.

Because of Hannah’s bending, the two of them were very close.

Halfway through her writing, she turned her head to look at Arnold, who had been silent, and asked him, "Arnold, do you understand now?"

Understand what?

In the boy’s eyes, there was only the reflection of the girl’s exceptionally bright eyes, like stars in the night sky that twinkle even during the day. His gaze moved downwards to the delicate tip of her nose, and then further down to...

A shadow crossed in front of him.

Hannah waved her hand in front of his face, "Arnold, are you daydreaming?"

Snapping back to reality, he lied without a blush or skipped heartbeat, "No, I was looking at the problem."

Hannah did not expose his lie, but smiled and continued explaining the problem.

That night, Arnold had a dream.

It was still the same classroom, just the two of them, but the storyline had changed.

When he woke up from the dream, dawn was breaking outside the window.

This wasn’t the first time.

Arnold sat up in bed with a flush still visible on his face, his neck, and his earlobes reddened, very much the passionate youth, always exuding vigorous vitality, flamboyant and ardent.

He bowed his head, covered his face, the corners of his lips curled up, and from then on, there was a beautiful dream in his heart that he dared not overstep, yet longed to pluck.

Two weeks after the start of the term, the school’s annual Science Festival was coming up.

This time, the Science Festival added a competitive element on top of the usual science popularization, making it much more lively than in the past.

The location was set at the school’s gymnasium, with the event scheduled for Saturday afternoon.

Hannah was delayed in leaving school because she was called to be a judge for the event.

As she hurried to the intersection, she ran into a "familiar face."

Jimmy Simmons had a backpack slung over his shoulder, his school uniform zipper undone to reveal a red T-shirt inside, appearing wild and unruly, very much someone not to be trifled with.

Standing there, it was obvious he was waiting for someone.

At this time, the students coming out were mostly participating in the Science Festival from the first and second years; everyone, seeing him, automatically walked around to avoid him.

No one want to provoke Jimmy Simmons.

Hannah tugged at her backpack strap, pretending not to see him.

When she reached Jimmy’s side, he finally spoke up suddenly, "Pretending you don’t know me, huh?"

He turned his face, pulled the corner of his lips into a smile that held a hint of menace.

Hannah wasn’t afraid of him, her voice indifferent, "Is there something you need?"

Students around cast glances their way.

After clinching a guaranteed admission spot, Hannah had been recommended as an exemplary student to give a speech on stage, and although it was in front of the whole school teachers and students, most people only knew her name without a clear look at her face due to the distance.

The senior year teaching building was strictly managed, and the junior students rarely went there. They were even less likely to have seen her.

So people recognized only the senior year uniform Hannah was wearing.

Jimmy didn’t care about the gazes from others, staring straight at Hannah’s face and smiled, "I’ll take you home."