No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1738: Arnold Simmons Side Story (104)

But Hannah was unexpectedly among them.

His expression paused for a moment, and he came back to his senses, his gaze lingering for a few seconds on her dazed expression before he curved his lips into a light smile, "What a coincidence?"

It was their second casual encounter since they hosted that party.

The place, the men’s restroom on the fifth floor.

Hannah didn’t know what to say for a while, her face still a bit numb, "No, I..."

She looked back over her shoulder.

Everyone else had long run off without a trace.

She could only turn her gaze back to Arnold Simmons, giving up the struggle "Let’s check it out."

Check what?

Check the restroom?

The atmosphere became subtly awkward.

The surroundings were very dim, with only the cold white moonlight spilling down, and in the field of vision, the girl’s eyes were exceptionally clear, tinged with a hint of helplessness and confusion.

"Let’s go out first."

Arnold Simmons pressed down the curve of his lips and washed his hands.

He just wanted to find a quiet place to be alone for a while, he didn’t expect to bump into Hannah here.

At that time, Hannah had not been at Yizhong School for long, and it was her first time going to the fifth floor of the teaching building.

They certainly left a deep impression on each other.

...

After evening self-study, the night air was still somewhat chilly, and a new snack shop had opened across the street, bustling with many students.

Tessa Thompson also dragged Hannah along.

The space inside the shop was large, selling mostly bubble tea, ice cream, and other desserts, quite popular among the students.

They found a seat by the window and ordered two cups of bubble tea.

The shop was lively, with students from all three grades, but the majority were first-year students, bubbling with youth and vitality amidst their laughter.

With bubble tea in hand, Tessa Thompson sighed, "Only two more months until graduation, I’m going to miss this."

High school life, although not as relaxed as primary or junior high, is still an indelible part of youthful memories, with most students coming from the same city, chatting about everything under the sun.

Whether on weekends or holidays, we could always make plans to hang out together.

Occasionally gossiping, hearing all the rumors and ambiguities from others, such heart-fluttering moments, might still cause blushing when recalled many years later.

When the weekend ended, all the senior students plunged back into the sea of knowledge.

The countdown on the back of the classroom decreased every day, from the initial one hundred days, now only 58 remained.

Half the time has almost passed.

The results of the last week’s monthly exam came out, with some "exceptional performances" compared to the shock of the first mock exams.

So exaggerated that some had improved by dozens of points from the first mocks.

Even Tessa Thompson couldn’t help screaming when she got her report card, rewarding herself with a bag of spicy strips in her joy.

The recent lessons were all about going over the monthly exam papers.

Although the morning classes easily induced sleepiness, everyone still struggled to stay alert.

Hannah looked back at Arnold Simmons sitting behind her.

He wasn’t dozing off, just a bit restless, with a pen in his hand scribbling a bunch of formulas on scratch paper, but no matter how he calculated, the answers were incorrect.

The answers to the monthly exam papers didn’t come with detailed solving processes, and as the questions were made by school teachers, no solutions could be found online.

Suddenly, a small paper ball appeared on the desk.

Arnold Simmons was about to throw it away when he looked up and saw the sneaky look of the girl in front, and the hand holding the paper ball changed direction.

The classroom was very quiet, only the teacher’s voice lecturing on the questions in the sky.

Arnold Simmons unfolded the paper ball in his hand.