Her body bristled, forbidding him to come any closer.
If Arnold Simmons weren't involved, he could take this as a challenge, since things too easily obtained are indeed dull.
But if Arnold Simmons was involved...
"What do you think she would feel if I told her about your identity? A bastard who could only enter No.1 Middle School through back doors," said Jimmy Simmons, "do you think she would like you?"
Arnold Simmons lifted his head, looking at Jimmy Simmons with a hint of mockery.
Such a gaze was full of provocation, "Jimmy Simmons, you're still so arrogantly insecure, and you just can't stand to lose, as always."
As he spoke, a certain sharpness flashed through Jimmy Simmons's eyes, his hand curling into a fist.
Swans on the artificial lake startled into flight, disturbing the peace of the water's surface, creating ripples spreading from near to far, reaching the other side.
The wound on Jimmy Simmons's body was still aching until today.
