No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1745: Arnold Simmons Side Story (111)
At lunchtime, dozens of people from the class filled up almost three big tables.
Taking advantage of the festive mood of graduation, the boys brought over a few crates of beer. One by one, they raised their glasses, saying they were going to toast Oscar Evans in turns, creating such a racket that it seemed as though they might lift the restaurant’s roof off.
Even the wedding banquet upstairs wasn’t as lively as they were.
"This toast is for Mr. Evans. Thank you for your guidance over the past three years. You’ve been watching over our studies, cleaning up, and even fixing clogged drains. We really appreciate it!"
The entire class stood up. Those drinking alcohol picked up their cups, and those who weren’t drinking grabbed soft drinks.
Sitting in the very center, Oscar Evans took off his glasses and wiped his tears with his hand. He stood up. "You’re all great kids. Spending these three years together with you has made me very happy as well. Just like I always used to say: senior year is like a train ride. Teachers are the conductors, and now I’ve sent you all to your destination. My mission is complete. In the days ahead, I won’t be able to accompany you anymore, but I still wish you all a bright future and a peaceful journey ahead!"
The clinking of glasses filled the air as the group cheerfully bid farewell to the tumultuous yet unforgettable days of senior year.
By the time the meal was finished, the sky was already darkening.
The day’s activities had only just begun.
After leaving the restaurant, the class leader, who had arranged the next venue, led everyone to a KTV.
The distance between the restaurant and the KTV wasn’t too far—just a bridge apart, around a ten-minute walk.
A lively group moved together, bathed in the last streaks of sunset, outshining the bustling noise of the traffic on the road.
Plenty of passersby sneaked glances at them. Some classmates who had drunk too much began singing on the spot before they even reached the venue.
Their off-tune voices echoed and caused nearby classmates to cover their ears, wishing they could be ten meters away from the singers.
When they finally arrived and the door was shut, the microphone in their hands transformed into surround-sound chaos.
Tessa Thompson could barely handle it anymore and began urging Joe Taylor to hand over the microphone.
Joe Taylor was a certified karaoke king. Once he started singing, he seemed possessed and couldn’t stop. Seeing Tessa approaching, he deliberately dodged her just to tease her.
The two of them circled around the private room several times, with Tessa unable to catch Joe.
Joe, feeling increasingly smug, sang with even more gusto and carelessness, his wildly off-key performance causing many classmates to burst into laughter.
Hannah was also sitting in a corner, turning her head to look at Arnold Simmons beside her.
As if sensing her gaze, Arnold lowered his head and quietly grabbed her hand.
Amid the noise and laughter around them, their eyes met, exchanging all the unspoken feelings of love.
A rowdy group sang their hearts out well into the night. Even Oscar Evans got pulled up for a duet. To match their teacher’s taste, Joe Taylor made sure to select a few nostalgic songs from older times.
As expected, Oscar Evans sang those songs with remarkable joy.
The classmates sitting below turned on their phone flashlights, treating him to the thrill of a makeshift concert.
The night ended with a mix of laughter and tears as someone called out, "As long as we don’t lose confidence, there’s always more solutions than challenges!"
To their three unforgettable years of high school.
And to their youthful dreams caught in the haze.
Love’s tender confessions spilled beneath the moonlight, while that night brought the second class a handful of new couples.
Oscar Evans had a little too much to drink and was supported by a few boys. "Honestly, the teacher knows all about you kids... Fine, fine, now that you’ve graduated, I can’t do anything about it. Youthful impulses are inevitable..."
