Hannah didn’t even think before rejecting, "No need, I know the way myself."
After saying that, she directly walked past the person in front of her.
Jimmy Simmons didn’t get angry, either. He seed used to Hannah’s coldness towards him, or maybe he liked the way she behaved around him.
"What are you looking at? What’s there to see?" he said coldly to the students around who were looking over.
Although everyone was uncomfortable, nobody wanted to offend Jimmy Simmons, so they all averted their gazes.
Hannah thought there must be sothing wrong with Jimmy Simmons’ brain.
She quickened her pace.
But Jimmy Simmons imdiately followed her, walking alongside her and started making conversation, "I heard you got a recomndation for university?"
Hannah didn’t want to engage with him and was annoyed that he always followed her, "What do you want, exactly?"
"Nothing much," Jimmy Simmons smiled, "just that I quite like you."
The boy’s smile was impudent, and coupled with his handso face, his confession seed to make one’s heart race and impossible to reject.
But that was just for others.
Hannah’s expression didn’t change at all, "But I don’t like you."
Jimmy Simmons didn’t care, "It doesn’t matter, feelings can be cultivated."
The zeal of young love always cos forth directly and stirs the heart, sotis a piece of gossip or a confession from soone can make one blush in an instant.
But Hannah just looked at Jimmy Simmons quietly, with no blushing, nor an increased heartbeat, "Feelings can be cultivated, but not with you."
Her rejection was very direct.
Twice now, it made Jimmy Simmons’ complexion darken, "Not with , so you want to cultivate it with Arnold Simmons?"
Without waiting for Hannah to reply, he continued, "You and Arnold Simmons have gone out alone, right? Was it a date?"
Hannah frowned, "I don’t know what you’re talking about?"
As she turned to leave, Jimmy Simmons abruptly grabbed her and pulled her towards himself, "You don’t like but like that loser Arnold Simmons?"
His long-suppressed anger burst forth, and he was very rough.
Hannah couldn’t break free and her face turned cold, "Who I like is none of your business!"
Jimmy Simmons stared at her, "You probably don’t yet know about Arnold Simmons’ identity, do you? Even if you don’t, you must have heard from others at school, right? We share the sa last na, aren’t you a least bit curious?"
There were only Arnold Simmons and Jimmy Simmons in Sea City First High School with the last na Simmons.
Perhaps the people in the school were not clear on the details, but anyone from the upper class circles knew the background of the Simmons Family.
Not to say they’re overwhelmingly powerful, but they’re wealthy enough to be a big deal within the bounds of Sea City.
Hannah t his gaze squarely, word by word, "I don’t want to know."
Whatever Arnold Simmons’ identity or personality, she never needed to learn it from others.
The smile on Jimmy Simmons’ face finally started to crack, "Hannah, I’m giving you one last chance to choose."
"I don’t need your opportunity." Hannah forcefully pried his hands off, "In any case, it won’t be you."
After speaking, she didn’t care about whatever expression Jimmy Simmons had and turned to leave.
Jimmy Simmons stood there, watching the receding figure of Hannah getting further away, his expression gradually darkening.
Since childhood, there has been nothing that Jimmy Simmons couldn’t have.
Why should an illegitimate child like Arnold Simmons fight with him?
...
The new week marks the first mock exam for the senior year.
Before the exam started, Oscar Evans stood on the podium and earnestly exhorted everyone to be spirited and to take this mock exam seriously.
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