He shook his head with particular pride, his blonde hair fluttering along as if a tiny chick flapping its wings.
Unparalleled pride.
The boys nearby couldn’t bear to continue watching.
...
Hannah didn’t expect Arnold Simmons to have her contact details.
But regardless, the two added each other.
After exchanging a few words and seeing dozens of blank test papers and workbooks piled up in the corner of her desk, Hannah composed and sent another ssage.
——I’ve brought your weekend howork back for you.
There seed to be silence on the other end.
It felt like a long ti, but in truth, it was less than a minute before a ssage finally ca from the other side.
——Huh?
The night wind was cold and mournful, carrying fine rain that blurred the neon lights.
Arnold Simmons leaned against the nearby railing, head bowed, the shadow from his cap almost covering his entire face.
On the other side, Hannah could almost imagine his current expression, silent and puzzled, just like the dog in his profile picture.
She couldn’t help but chuckle.
——How about I treat you to a al tomorrow?
——When?
Hannah glanced at the current ti, then at the pile of howork. She had barely completed a small portion after almost five hours of work, and there were many more she hadn’t even looked at.
Her fingertips paused on the screen for a mont before she replied.
——Tomorrow morning at eight, I’ll treat you to breakfast, ok?
Just then, Blonde Li Xiao called out from the entrance of the internet café, "Arnold, Francis Evans is asking if you want to hang out tomorrow."
He glanced at the ssage on his phone and replied, "No, I’m busy tomorrow."
"Alright." Li Xiao didn’t think much of it and ran back in.
Arnold Simmons was just about to reply to Hannah’s ssage when another ssage from her ca in.
——It’s a good chance to bring the howork to you, make sure you finish it; we have to check it all on Monday.
Arnold Simmons: "..."
...
Early the next day, Hannah grabbed her backpack and left the house.
The eting place set with Arnold Simmons was a dessert shop near the school.
Since it was the weekend, there were not many people in the morning, and the shop also had just a few scattered custors.
The weather wasn’t great today; it had rained all night. By morning, the skies were still gloomy. The weather forecast said there would be a heavy downpour at noon, so even fewer people were out.
Before entering, Hannah caught sight of Arnold Simmons sitting near the window.
He wore a dark coat, lazily leaning back in his chair, one hand on the table, fingers slightly curled showing distinctly articulated joints, his skin pale, carved like cold jade.
He glanced at the ti, then closed his eyes again.
It seed he was a bit sleepy, catching up on sleep.
Hannah moved a bit closer to the glass and gently rapped on it with her hand.
Arnold Simmons opened his eyes, turned his head toward the sound, and through the glass t the young girl’s round eyes brimming with smiles.
She waved her hand in greeting, the corners of her mouth curving up.
Arnold Simmons chuckled softly, asking her, "Aren’t you coming in?"
Hannah didn’t hear his voice, but she could read his lips.
She pointed towards the entrance, smiled, then ran towards it with her backpack in tow.
From Arnold Simmons’s perspective, he could see her soft ponytail swaying gently behind her, her steps lively; her silhouette was bright and charming against the dull weather, like a ray of sunshine under the cloudy sky.
"Arnold Simmons!"
The young girl moved quickly, dashing over in just a mont, her hands resting on the table as if to surprise him.
But he wasn’t startled and just smiled, his gaze landing on the straps of her backpack.
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