"Senior, can we be friends now?"
Hannah responded coldly with an "oh," completely uninterested, "I have to go to class, please make way for ."
The weather wasn’t great today; the sky was overcast, looking like it could rain at any mont.
Sotis a cool breeze would blow by, a rare relief from the recent oppressive heat.
There were many breakfast stalls at the school entrance, selling all sorts; fried noodles, salted vegetable porridge, or even sushi rolls. Sotis, when students grew tired of the school breakfast, they would buy from the stalls outside.
However, the inconvenient part was that you could only eat them outside the school.
Facing Hannah’s perfunctory response, Jimmy Simmons didn’t seem to mind and smiled like the sunny big boy he was, "How about you treat to a noodle breakfast then, senior?"
Hannah looked at him and said, "No money."
Quite an unexpected answer.
The onlookers wanted to say sothing, but a look from Jimmy Simmons stopped them, "You guys go ahead, I’ll walk Hannah in after a bit."
A few people looked at each other, understood the hint, and left.
So, the curious glances sneaking peaks from the entrance increased.
Arnold Simmons, with one hand in his pocket, stood under the sun and said to Hannah, "In that case, how about I treat you to breakfast instead?"
The scene perfectly encapsulated the spirit of "helping and supporting each other among classmates."
But Hannah just shook the bag in her hand, "Sorry, I’ve already bought mine."
Despite being rejected ti and ti again, Jimmy Simmons didn’t show any annoyance. He seed to be in good spirits, patient.
But in Hannah’s eyes, he was just annoying.
It wasn’t until Tessa Thompson arrived that Jimmy Simmons finally left.
Yet before he left, he still dropped a line, "Senior, I’ll treat you to breakfast next ti."
Hannah ignored him.
Tessa Thompson was a bit confused by the whole ordeal, "What... what’s going on here?"
Hannah shook her head and handed over the breakfast she had, "It’s nothing, let’s go in."
After a while, more students gathered at the school entrance.
Once in the classroom, Tessa Thompson couldn’t control her gossipy heart.
Hannah briefly recapped the situation for her.
Now understanding the ins and outs of the situation, Tessa Thompson’s gossip turned into anger.
"No, no, this Jimmy Simmons definitely has ulterior motives; you rejected him yet he doesn’t take the hint to leave." Tessa Thompson thought for a mont, "Hannah, how about I walk with you to and from school from now on?"
Two people walking together is always better than going it alone and being defenseless.
Hannah shook her head while drawing a circle on a piece of paper, "No need, we don’t take the sa route. My place is close to the school, it’ll be fine."
Even though that’s what she said, Tessa Thompson was still a bit worried.
She looked around, and seeing everyone busy with their howork, she leaned in to whisper to Hannah, "Hannah, do you think Jimmy Simmons likes you?"
Since the beginning of school, there had been many girls pursuing Jimmy Simmons, but there were no rumors of him being particularly close to any of them.
In fact, Jimmy Simmons was rumored to have had quite a few girlfriends during middle school, changing them almost monthly.
Thinking about it was sowhat amusing.
In middle school, Tessa Thompson had also harbored a secret crush on a boy from the next class, too shy to confess and only able to fill her diary with her unrequited love.
Looking back now, she cringed at herself.
So childish, so chunibyo.
So in Tessa Thompson’s eyes, Jimmy Simmons was definitely a chunibyo teenager.
But unfortunately, this chunibyo teenager was also a troubleso and arrogant thorn.
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