Just like that, a distance of five meters had already formed between him and Hannah.
The little girl was still "battling" with the straps of her backpack.
Arnold Simmons looked up at the sun, clicked his tongue irritably, but still walked over, "Silly, aren't you?"
He reached out, and with a single finger easily hooked Hannah's backpack over.
The young man lowered his head, his expression unusually serious, his lips pursed, looking somewhat impatient, yet his movements were unhurried.
Once the strap was loosened, he stuffed the backpack back into Hannah's arms, "Alright, stop following me, go back to school."
Across the street was the gate of First High School. The gates had just opened and there weren't many students, mainly freshmen and sophomores gathered at the entrance.
Hannah took a couple of steps forward and caught up with Arnold Simmons, tugging at his shirt, "Aren't you going back to class?"
