Yang Dao mingled with the few people from the cycling club for a few minutes before his class was scheduled to start. The club members asked him if they could take pictures of the bike and post them online. Yang dao agreed to them. He was unaware that his pictures were also taken by the club members. He was busy filling up the registration form. After he was done with the formalities, he asked the captain about how much a normal road bike would cost, he read some rules, and Silence was specified to be categorized as 'illegal' for racing. The reason was the fourth front gear which would provide a sprinter an extreme benefit while it might also lead the racer's heart to fail or suffer leg injuries.
The captain was called, Thomas Shuttler, he was an understanding person and was aware of the reason behind Yang Dao's question so he suggested him some models. Yang Dao wrote them all down in his brain. He would check them out later when he goes back home. Also, Feng Yun needed a call for splurging so much money on a BIKE. He did not show it on his face when the club members told him the actual value of the bike but inside his heart was almost exploding.
Thomas Shuttler escorted Yang Dao to the first-year classroom and left to attend his own classes. Yang Dao was about to enter his class when he saw a middle-aged man standing on the teacher's podium and was taking attendance. Yang Dao knocked on the door and the middle-aged man looked over.
The man spoke in a solemn tone, "Try to be early from tomorrow onwards. Come in and sit down on the chair designated to you."
Yang Dao bowed slightly and walked inside. The classes were designed in a staircase design. This design allowed the students to have a clear line of sight so that they could read everything the professor is writing on the blackboard. The chairs were all individual seats. There was a board attached to the side of the chair which was used as the work desk. The chairs were designed to be very comfortable, they were all cushioned and stitched. The windows were large to allow both illumination and ventilation throughout the room. Through the windowsill, a variety of flowers could be seen. The whole class was filled with a mixed fragrance of these flowers. Yang Dao smiled faintly as he inhaled the fresh fragrant air.
While the girls had stars in their eyes when they saw Yang Dao smile, the silk pants in the back of the class shrunk their neck and immediately became silent. Yang Dao did not even glance at them and he glanced around and saw a chair next to the window with his name sticking to the backrest. He sat down and heard his name being called out by the professor on the podium. He responded with a common 'present sir'.
The professor lifted his head from the register to check who was the person who responded. After all, the faculty responsible for the first year all had been briefed by the Dean of the college that Yang Dao was a special person. Not only was he the topper of the college entrance exam but also had a deep relation with Feng Yun, president of the Phoenix group. It was just a curious glance. The professor returned to the attendance after a moment.
Yang Dao glanced around and saw the girl whom he met during the registration process was his neighbor. The girl nodded to Yang Dao and the boy returned the gesture with a faint smile on his face. Kiya tore a piece of paper from the back of her composite notebook and wrote something on it. She noticed that the professor was still busy with the attendance and put the folded slip on the desk in front of Yang Dao.
Yang Dao took up the slip as he was aware of this method of communication between the classmates. He unfolded and saw very neat and beautiful characters written on the slip, 'Where are your books?'
Yang Dao stretched out his hand to her, asking for a pen to write. Kiya gave him an extra pen she carried with her. Yang Dao held the pen perpendicular to the piece of paper and wrote something. Then he folded the slip and passed it back to Kiya.
The girl unfolded the slip after she glanced at the teacher and saw a font, not any less beautiful than her own which said, 'Was in a hurry. Can you lend me a notebook to take notes, I will get you a new one.'
Kiya had an amused expression on her face. She wanted to ask what was the hurry but then she held herself back, then she took out a blank notebook to him. Yang Dao smiled at her and accepted the notebook from her. The professor on the stage closed the attendance register and cleared his throat with a cough. He spoke in the microphone planted on his table, "Students, My name is Micheal Newt. I am your class teacher for the first year of college. You can address me as Professor Newt. I have sent you all a text message, you can contact me on that number for anything related to the class or your studies. I will be teaching you advanced physics. Before we start we have another method to discuss but first let me ask if there is anyone who did not receive my text message?"
Yang Dao took out his brick phone and saw that he did not have any message the professor mentioned just now. He raised his hand and the professor asked, "Did you not get the text message?"
Yang Dao stood up respectfully and spoke, "No, sir, I did not."
The professor took out his smart phone and after tapping for a while he spoke, "Student Yang Dao, your number is not registered on the college messaging app?"
Yang Dao shook his head and spoke, "Sorry, for the inconvenience sir, but I do not own a smart phone. Will it be possible for you to pass me your contact detail directly. I will call you if I have something urgent." his voice was calm and composed, and he was not afraid or effected by what the people around him will think of him.
The professor pondered a bit and nodded, then he exchanged the number with Yang Dao. While the silk pants at the back of the class gloated, "Seems like his sugar mom did not buy him a smart phone last time."
The other rich kids also had a sneer on their face. This sentence circulated through the whole class and reached the student who stood behind Yang Dao. Althought they tried to keep their voice low but Yang Dao still picked up some key words. This was enough to make any normal person to be enraged. Yet Yang Dao sat in his chair calmly as he took notes of what the teacher taught them. He would never pay attention to these kind of scum until and unless they do something that touches his bottom line. As for these rumors, it was something these losers did not dare to speak out loud. So he can let them be happy in their hearts.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
Have some idea about my story? Comment it and let me know.
Like it ? Add to library!
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.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Have some idea about my story? Comment it and let me know.
Like it ? Add to library!
あなたも好きかも