The Urban Dao Child

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.