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 message.
——I've brought your weekend homework back for you.
There seemed to be silence on the other end.
It felt like a long time, but in truth, it was less than a minute before a message finally came 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.
