No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1737: Arnold Simmons Side Story (103)
After all, it’s rare to have an "adventure" at school, and of course, it was not acceptable to just walk away like that.
Everyone agreed on the method, but there was another question, "Who goes first?"
The door of the toilet is small, as is the corridor, and it gets crowded with too many people; at most, only two people could walk at the same time.
Everyone looked at each other, and once again, they pushed Joe forward.
Joe could no longer care about his manhood, "You guys can’t do this to me, right?"
The idea of coming to the fifth floor for an "adventure" was originally proposed by Tessa Thompson.
Recently, the class had been fond of telling horror stories—about the school’s top floor, the wasteland outside the fence, and the sounds from the trash recycling station.
It was terrifying the way they told it.
Seeing everyone look at her, Tessa Thompson hid behind Hannah, "I don’t dare to go first."
"How about I go first?" Hannah tentatively offered.
Joe was waiting for this statement and quickly said, "Since Hannah has suggested, I’m willing to give this opportunity to her."
Tessa Thompson worried about Hannah, "Hannah, are you really going to go first?"
Hannah comforted her, "It’s alright, we’ve also been here before."
Tessa Thompson whispered, "But we came during the day." 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶
In the end, it was decided that Hannah would go first.
The lights were off in the toilet, and the power was cut off as well.
Hannah entered, and everyone else followed behind her, the surroundings so quiet that only their footsteps could be heard.
Suddenly someone asked, "Joe, did you really see nothing on the balcony just now?"
Joe, impatiently, said, "I saw nothing, nothing at all."
That was the truth.
He indeed didn’t see anything.
The boys teased him, "You didn’t see anything and yet you ran that fast, were you scared?"
Joe retorted, "You’re the one who’s scared, if you’re not scared why didn’t you go first?"
"Alright, stop arguing."
The group walked to the middle of the toilet.
The floor was dry, with some cigarette butts thrown around.
"Where did these cigarette butts come from?" asked a girl trembling.
Joe wasn’t surprised, "What’s so strange about someone skipping class and hiding in the fifth floor toilets?"
Not only the seniors, but the juniors also knew about this "lucky spot" on the fifth floor.
"So... is there someone in the toilet now?"
As soon as the words were spoken, everyone fell silent.
It’s not that they were afraid of people, but the fear that someone might suddenly run out.
Whether intentionally scaring them or just greeting them, in such a scenario, everything was...
Flush—
In the midst of silence, the sound of flushing came from the last stall.
Immediately followed by sounds like someone walking on the ceiling.
The group stayed quiet for a moment, but Joe was the first to shout, followed by one after another, as everyone screamed and ran out.
In the end, only Hannah was left standing there, locking eyes with Arnold Simmons as he came out of the toilet.
Time seemed to pause for a moment, even the sound of the wind slowed down, and the young boy’s slightly surprised and dazed expression gradually became clearer.
In the dim environment, his hair was slightly messy, his brows slightly furrowed, and his pupils very dark, carrying an indifferent look. But in such a situation, that hint of aloof indifference also showed traces of being shattered.
Hannah opened her mouth, unsure of what to say, "Well, I..."
The stall door was blown open by the north wind, adding a strong tobacco smell to the air that was somewhat choking.
Hannah couldn’t help but cough twice.
Arnold Simmons reached out and closed the door again.
He knew someone had come.
