No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1741: Arnold Simmons Side Story (107)

The purpose of today’s motivational assembly was to cheer on these senior students and ignite their passion for studying.

By the time all the speeches wrapped up, it happened to coincide with the end of the first class.

Outside the gymnasium, there were still quite a few first- and second-year students gathered to watch.

The commotion from outside couldn’t be entirely muffled by the doors.

Before long, the vice principal went out to disperse the crowd.

At Haicheng No. 1 High School, the management system assigns each grade not only a grade director but also a vice principal.

When it was time to go on stage and shout slogans, the class president headed to the restroom due to a stomachache, so Hannah stepped in at the last moment.

Class Two’s position was at the front, and from where Arnold Simmons was sitting, he could see Hannah standing in the small lineup. According to the class rankings, she was second in line.

When Class One finished, she became the first.

Right before going on stage, she was still looking over the small paper with the slogans written on it, her head down as she focused intently. She looked rather well-behaved in that moment.

Students from other classes below were whispering about her, and a few boys turned red-faced, their youthful crushes unmistakable.

Arnold Simmons’ expression darkened; he felt like dragging out the entire group of lovestruck and tactless chatterboxes for a good beating.

The speakers blasted out motivational slogans, followed immediately by Class One’s bold and heroic swear-to-win declarations. One by one, they flushed with excitement, clenching their fists as they shouted.

"Class One will triumph, Class One will win, good luck with the college entrance exam!"

They repeated it three times, and finally, it was Hannah’s turn to step onto the stage.

With Class One setting an example, the classes that followed seemed to harbor a fierce determination, none of them willing to lose momentum to the others.

The same old slogan "As long as confidence doesn’t falter, solutions will always outnumber obstacles," which had been teased repeatedly by Class Two students for its cliché wording, was now shouted with such vigor that it seemed to shake the very rooftops.

For the remainder of the assembly, the entire gymnasium was overwhelmed with varying slogans, one after another, as the teachers on stage pushed to stir every ounce of enthusiasm and passion from the students.

"Students, the college entrance exam is like a battlefield. All of you, get your spirits up! Don’t allow yourselves a single moment of slackness. Seize these last thirty days. Come on, give it your all!"

By May, the weather was gradually heating up, and along with summer came the buzzing sounds of insects in the trees outside the windows.

Sparrows perched in the tree branches, occasionally taking flight when breezes brushed by, causing the leaves to rustle. The air was filled with an oppressive mix of heat and blinding sunlight.

Inside the classroom, however, it was quiet. The ceiling fans spun at a leisurely pace, stirring the piles of test papers stacked on the desks—occasionally causing a few to flutter to the ground, only to be picked up by patrolling teachers.

The test papers were crammed with densely written formulas, and the few empty spaces even bore traces of oil stains. Some of the handwriting slanted off the page.

This was probably written while the student drifted off to sleep.

From the empty sports field beyond, bursts of laughter could be heard.

"Joe Taylor, do you even know how to play?"

"Come on, this is badminton, not basketball! Hit it back already!"

"We won! We won again! Hurry up and switch players. President, stop hogging the racket!"

Tessa Thompson put down the scorekeeper and joined the game.

The class president was still holding the racket, his glasses set aside as he squinted to see clearly. "Tessa Thompson, let me play one more round. This time, I’ll definitely win," he pleaded.

"No way!" Tessa Thompson snatched the badminton racket away without a second thought. "President, you’ve already said that several times. We’re trailing by more than ten points because of you!"