No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1704 Arnold Simmons Extra (70)

After the game, he looked at the players from Class Seven with a provocative gaze and silently cursed, "Idiots."

The boy was furious and wanted to rush up immediately but was held back by his classmates, "Enough, it’s just a basketball game. Why stoop to the level of those underachievers? All they have is their basketball skills."

As soon as these words were spoken, Jimmy Simmons slammed the basketball onto the ground with a cold tone, "What the hell did you just say?"

The simmering anger from both classes on the court was instantly ignited.

"Damn, can’t people from Class One take a loss?"

"If you are beaten, you are beaten. What’s there to be arrogant about?"

"So what if you have good grades, looking down on us from Class Seven, yet you still lost to us, a bunch of losers!"

People from both sides crowded around, beginning to shove each other. Fortunately, the referee stepped in to blow the whistle and maintain order at the critical moment, preventing a fight.

The school organized this basketball game just for students to relax and exercise their bodies. If they really started fighting, players from both classes wouldn’t escape punishment.

As they separated, the people from Class Seven made a provocative gesture towards Class One.

People from Class One recovered from the tension, and although they were still fuming inside, all they could do was hold it in.

"Damn, those people from Class Seven are way too arrogant!"

"It was clearly that kid Jimmy Simmons who started cursing people!"

"That Jimmy Simmons is too arrogant. Just because his family has money, what’s he showing off for?"

The game was called off, and people from Classes One and Seven were all cursing and complaining, especially on the side of Class One, even shouting about going to tell the teacher.

Hannah and Tessa Thompson stood at a distance, not knowing exactly what had happened on the other side, but it was still apparent that there was a conflict with Class Seven.

"Are they arguing, or are they about to fight?" Tessa Thompson had a gleeful expression, almost as if she was holding a bunch of sunflower seeds in her hand.

The basketball court in the middle was empty, with players from both sides already separated, leaving only the onlooking classmates still simmering with indignation.

Hannah glanced at the scoreboard on the other side; Class Seven was leading by a lot, and the outcome was almost beyond doubt.

Students around the court had already dispersed quite a bit; it was almost time for evening study.

Hannah said, "Tessa, let’s go too." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Tessa Thompson looked at the sky and replied, "Sure, let’s head back. We’ll come back to watch tomorrow."

The basketball competition would continue for a while. Given the number of first and second-year classes, it would last at least two weeks.

The conflict that occurred on the basketball court today between Class One and Class Seven was eventually brought to the teachers’ attention. It was said that a student from Class One complained, claiming that Jimmy Simmons hired people to threaten them not to win.

This was somewhat laughable.

Even though Jimmy Simmons was known to be vicious and rebellious, Class Seven’s basketball skills were indeed better than those of Class One.

Though the teachers didn’t pay much attention to the basketball games, they still heard bits and pieces, and the conflict on the court today was indeed true.

It wouldn’t lead to Class Seven’s withdrawal from the competition, but a reprimand and self-criticism were still inevitable.

When the news got back to Class Seven, the classmates were all indignantly defending themselves.

The members of the basketball team came to ask Jimmy Simmons what to do.

Jimmy Simmons hooked a corner of his mouth into a cold smile, shut the book in his hand with a slam on the table, "Write a bloody self-criticism? As if."

In the end, the self-criticism was not written, and the enmity between Class One and Class Seven was thus established.

Within a grade, with top classes and parallel classes, teachers naturally tended to favor the top classes a little more, like with chores such as cleaning the campus usually falling to parallel classes. They had long been discontent with this arrangement.