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Chapter 21: Dispute.

Ignoring the whispers of the silk-wrapped shit bricks, Yang Dao kept taking down notes at a fast speed. His pen moved perpendicular to the notebook the entire time as if he was using a brush for calligraphy. Kiya on his side observed this, and she was surprised to see someone still using the pinpoint-style font. This font, although looked extremely elegant and exquisite, it was difficult to master. This font may take years to master and given that Yang Dao was using this font with an ordinary pen. It meant his mastery had reached the peak. She was marveled at this. This made her even more curious about this handsome, smart teenager.

Yang Dao was unaware of this all, and he kept taking notes with rapt attention. The professor continued for half an hour. Professor Newt on the podium asked the students had any queries. Yang Dao raised his hand and asked, "Sir, why is the wavelength emission you described differs from what professor Gali described in his thesis?"

Newt was surprised to see that a student was aware of the difference between his explanation and the great scientist of their world, Professor Gali. He spoke, "The reason behind the difference is the magnetic field, we will have another lecture on this topic." hearing his words, Yang Dao nodded and still wrote down what the man spoke.

The professor then spoke, "Who among you people will be the class rep and vice class rep for this semester?"

Yang Dao did not react, and neither did anyone else among the top students. Silk pants from the last row spoke up, "Sir, I think the brightest student should be made the class rep."

The professor nodded, and he looked towards Yang Dao. The boy sensed his gaze and raised his head. Yang Dao stood up and spoke, "Apologies, Professor Newt. I will not do this job. First, I have joined the cycling club and will have to practice in both morning and the evening. Second, I don't want my studies to be affected by this work."

Before the professor could react, the flashy silk pant young shit brick spoke up in an exaggerated tone, "Oh, so does the topper means we are not worth paying attention? I expected something more from you, Student Yang Dao."

The whole classroom was looking at Yang Dao with a variety of expressions. Some sympathized with him, while some were gloating and there were some who even expected his reaction. Yang Dao could have let it go, but since this guy picked him out, he would show him some color. Yang Dao did not bother with the rest of the class, and he did not even look back at the silky shit. He just spoke in a bland tone.

"If any classmate needs help to regard something they did not understand during the lecture, then they call contact me upfront and I will help them to the best of my capabilities. As for what the classmate in the back said, that is true to some extent." his words made the silk pants sneer. They thought that Yang Dao was about to self-destruct, but their happiness was short-lived.

Yang Dao continued speaking amidst the mixed gazes of the crowd, "I am 16 years old. That is two years younger than most of you. In case of some other... well, students. I am even 3 years younger. If you want to push off all your responsibilities and show that you are all incompetent, then I will accept this designation. Also the student in the back, rather than expecting more from me, expect more from yourself as to not spell doom for your family."

His words, although were arrogant, they had some weight. The people in the class all felt ashamed when Yang Dao pointed out his age. The silk pants all had a vein bulging on their foreheads collectively. Well, these guys were not yet aware of what happened to the guys who offended Yang Dao after the introductory speech. Yang Dao glanced at Kiya and spoke, "I recommend Classmate Kiya as the Class Rep. She is one of the top 100 students of the country and also a genius of the class." then he turned indifferent to the surprised class.

Kiya glanced at him with her eyes almost bulging out of the sockets. The professor coughed and the attention of the class was gathered back to him. He spoke, "Since the student, Yang Dao recommended Student Kiya. Let's vote." he gestured to start from the back. The silk pants choose to vote for one of the weakest among them. The reason? They could push their weight around in the class later.

But this was only for the last row. The rest of the students voted for Kiya, disregarding the glares they felt on their backs. Then the professor selected three more people from the class for the disciplinary committee. The process was wrapped up quickly. The professor did not reprimand any silk pants or Yang Dao for the ruckus they have caused because he was aware of the 'big-shots behind the silk pants and the 'queen of big shots' behind Yang Dao.

Tring...

The bell rang and Professor Newt walked off the podium after passing on the homework questions. Just as the professor stepped out of the classroom, the students wrapped up their stuff and leave the class. The silk pants were waiting for it and they stood up from the back. Previously the guy who picked out on Yang Dao spoke, "Yo, topper-san. Can you kindly repeat what you said earlier?"

As he spoke, his cronies blocked the door. They wanted to make an example of Yang Dao. So, they stopped the people from leaving the class. Yang Dao did not speak and just observed the situation with a poker face. Kiya spoke, "Hey, what do you want?"

The silk pants did not even bother her and walked straight to Yang Dao, who sat on his seat. He raised his leg and was about to place it over the notebook on his desk. Yang Dao was pissed off. He dispersed people who disrespected knowledge and education. Stepping over a notebook or a textbook was something he hated. 

The wind moved, and Yang Dao stood up from his chair, and the next thing everyone saw, the silk pants young master who flew away with a weird posture.


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Chapter 22: Change.

The whole class descended into silence. They did not expect the second-generation rich man to fly out and crash into his cronies who were blocking the door. They all turned their gazes to Yang Dao, only to see him picking up his notebook and pen with an indifferent face. He then turned to Kiya and spoke, "Class rep, I will return you a new composite notebook and a pen tomorrow. Take care." then he walked towards the door. 

It was not until he left the silk pants, woke up from their daze and saw their leader groaning on the floor. They all rushed up to help him up and took him to the infirmary while cursing Yang Dao. The whole class meanwhile discussed the whole incident on the university forum. The taglines of this chain of posts were:

[National Treasure Yang Dao beats Young Master Donnie.] (Donnie was the guy who flew away)

[First-day brawl. Yang Dao knocks out Donnie Sugars.]

[Young Master Donnie can fly.]

...

In only fifteen minutes the whole university was aware of Donnie Sugars being beaten by Yang Dao. This news was natural to create a sensation. The rich were agitated that a nobody attacked them, while the nobody club felt as if a messiah has arrived to liberate them from the torment. Meanwhile, the protagonist of the new, Yang Dao, was busy taking notes in the class. The rest of the class would always look at him in anticipation, yet this guy acted as if he was a robot. He acted as if nothing happened in the morning. 

Though, he stood true to his words. One girl approached him to ask whether he understood what the professor taught them. Yang Dao showed her the notes he took down while patiently explained them to her as well. The girl asked if she could copy his notes. Yang Dao generously agreed and allowed her to copy. This left a good impression on the whole class. They did not expect the national topper to be so approachable. It was just that the rich club was too silent. Therefore they hesitated and did not approach Yang Dao. 

They did not want to meddle with both sides. The rich will use them and then discard them for their convenience, while Yang Dao was too nonchalant. He was not rich enough to suppress these big shots. Thus they avoided him. Not that Yang Dao cared, anyway. The classes passed in a blink. Lunch hour was onto them as a bell rang throughout the college. Yang Dao arrived at the cafeteria, he stood up in a queue of students for food. The queue crawled slowly. Suddenly a hand patted on Yang Dao's shoulder. The boy turned back and saw Thomas Shuttler, the captain of the cycling team, standing behind him. 

They exchanged a smile and Thomas spoke, "What are you doing here? Do you not know that people involved in sports can just order and the staff will provide them with food?"

Yang Dao shook his head and said, "It is okay to wait, that way the taste of the food will enhance."

Thomas kept looking at him with a blank face, waiting for his further explanation. But the introvert had already walked ahead in the queue. He turned and saw Yang Dao picking up a plate and spoke to the lady serving him. 

"Auntie, can I not have the porridge and just some solid food?" his voice was very soft and his tone was warm. The auntie behind the serving counter was as if she ate honey. She spoke in an equally warm tone, "Yes, tell auntie, what do you like?" the whole cafeteria knew that Yang Dao was going to eat with them and because of his popularity all of them wanted to see how he will deal with the canteen Hitler's venomous tongue. They were shocked to see Yang Dao handling her with such ease and getting two big meat buns in reward. 

Another chain post was made on the university forum:

[A smile that melted the mountain.]

[Canteen Warden finally tamed.]

[Yang Dao creates another miracle.]

[Happy eating.]

...

Thomas was surprised with this change in the canteen Hitler's behavior. He walked up with a plate and with a smile on his face asked, "Auntie, can I skip the greens?"

The auntie looked at him with a grimacing face but she felt she should not scold a bit who greeted her politely, so she spoke, "Boy, you run around on a cycle all day long. Eat the greens you need them. Here I will give you one extra jelly dessert today. But this is only today."

The students were shocked, and they all exchanged glances with each other. They never imagined that the canteen Hitler could be so nice to them. The whole cafeteria echoed with a cheer, "All Hail, Auntie Mellow." 

The auntie behind the counter rolled her eyes and asked them to move forward, but the smile on her face was still bright. The people ate lunch with a high spirit. Thomas glanced at Yang Dao, who ate his food in silence with a satisfied expression on his face. He wanted to talk when Yang Dao's phone rang. Yang Dao frowned. He did not like people to disturb his meal. Still, he fished the phone out of his pocket. 

Thomas was again surprised. He thought to himself, 'This guy runs on a billion worth bike but uses a brick phone. What is this low-key attitude?'

Yang Dao clicked the accept button, and the call connected. He put the phone next to his ears and a silky voice came out from the speaker, 'Young Master, have you eaten yet?"

Yang Dao recognized Feng Yun. He replied with the bun still in his mouth, "Yes, Sister Yun, I am eating as we speak."

Feng Yun heard his groggy voice and chuckled. She spoke, "Young Master, you eat first. I will call you in the evening when you get home."

Yang Dao hummed in response and disconnected the call. Thomas did not know that the one who called his new teammate was Feng Yun. So he ignored it and spoke, "Yang Dao, I want to ask you, how often can you join the team for practice?"

Yang Dao thought for a bit while he chewed on to his food. He replied, "How about six days a week, then rest on Sunday?"

Thomas nodded in approval and said, "Okay, this is the usual practice schedule of our team and here you take this map of the practice route. We will do two runs daily. One before school and the other one after school. The route will be different in both runs and on the last day of the week we will have a race. The winner gets to eat Sister Helen's cooking."

Yang Dao asked, "I get the rest, but who is Sister Helen?"

Thomas smiled and replied, "Alumni of the university and boss of the biggest restaurant in the city. She used to be the manager of the cycling club, so after graduating she allowed us all to eat at her place. Though it is only for the winner. Although, she is a management tycoon. Her prowess in the kitchen is no less than a professional 3-star chef."

Yang Dao was fired up as soon as these words reached his ears. He was now looking forward to the weekly race. The two people finished eating and then parted their ways. Yang Dao returned to his classes while Thomas returned to his own matters. While the outside world was boiling. The cycling team of the University has become a hot topic on the net. The pictures of Yang Dao they uploaded on the net had gone viral. 

...

In Feng Yun's office, The lady stood in front of a group of people and spoke, "I do not want his information to leak out. Use any connections you want but encrypt the real information of Young Master. Put up a false one in front of the people. Do you get it?" her cold voice sent chills down the spines of these people and they all agreed. After leaving her office, they quickly contacted people in higher places and encrypted Yang Dao's information. 

Mary on the side did not understand why the president was doing something like encrypting someone's information, but she did not ask. Feng Yun treated her as a friend, but that did not mean she could meddle in her personal affairs. She quietly passed a glass of water to Feng Yun and said, "Take it easy."

The cold president sighed and nodded. Then she went back to her daily work. She was trying her best to protect Yang Dao's safety and privacy. The false front of the information will make Yang dao have an identity of her teacher's son. It will deter both the paparazzi and the rich from taking any action against Yang Dao. She was also aware of the dispute the boy had in the morning, and she already dealt with it by calling the rich club's parents. 

Suddenly she noticed she had become a lot more caring than before. 


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