My mute love story (Yizhan version)

Chapter 3

Xiao Zhan's POV

I stepped with one foot into the room as the bell for the first hour rang throughout the university.

The bright light blinded my sight for a fracture of a second before I saw all the familiar shades of old desks and the figures of my new classmates, bringing a small unsure smile onto my face.

A new place is equal to a new start and a fresh chapter in my life.

It was a small town, and no one here would know what happened in the past. I quickly glanced around, spotting a few groups; in the right corner, there were seated some boys with sport clothes; in another one, a few girls were chatting happily, and some students just sat at their desks, listening to music.

I exhaled deeply, reminding myself this was a fresh start; I could start again, all over, with no one who would know me.

A cold shiver ran down my spine when the familiar sound of the school bell rang, so there I stood, at the entrance of the door while the teacher, who was a young woman in her mid-twenties, smiled at me, inviting me inside.

How long had it been until the last time I had gone to school? A month? Two? Or even three?

I walked inside the classroom, everyone was quiet, staring at me with curiosity glancing inside their eyes, and I tried to reassure my heart that they weren't staring because they knew anything that happened.

"Boys and girls, this is your new classmate, Xiao Zhan." The teacher gestured for me to stand in front of the class, and I took a deep breath, how I hated to have this much attention.

Indeed, I loved to draw- not that I was going to tell my new classmates that-.

When I had a pen or brush between my fingers, the ideas would just come, and my hands would find their way; I just knew it was what my heart desired, and sometimes, no matter how hard we tried or kept trying, we can't shut up that small voice inside our hearts that was begging to be released.

I quickly swallowed down my anxiety, keeping my mom's words in mind; 'fear is like a snake without poison; it can't hurt.'

I took the chalk from Miss Song as I started writing on the board, 'Hi everyone, I am Xiao Zhan, but you can all call me Zhan, and I am mute, but not deaf since there are always idiots who start talking louder when they talk to me, so once again mute, not deaf!' I heard some laughs from the back row while all their eyes were watching me.

Silence dawned upon the classroom for a fracture of a second while I stared at my old Nike shoes, which my mom had bought for me almost a year ago.

*BANG*

The door flew open with a figure of a tall person at the entrance, black warry hair that flew every side and a visible cheeky grin; that didn't get directed to me. I held my head oblique before realizing who he was.

Our eyes collided, and he looked at me, his nose wrinkling slightly, just before he returned his gaze upon the teacher as if I didn't exist.

"Wang Yibo!" She said, looking down onto her watch while I unconsciously glared at the clock on the wall, which had the shape of a flower, ridiculous, but he was three-

"Three minutes too late, mister Wang, and that on the first day," she said it as casually as possible as if it happened every day before shooing him to his place.

"Xiao Zhan, you can take the seat that is left," the teacher said so, before turning around, not paying me any attention, and I looked up from my shoes, realizing there was only one place left.

"I am sorry, Miss Song, I was helping a bunny in need on my way to the classroom, and suddenly I forgot track of time because the bunny was too cute and didn't want to let go of me." Yibo gave a gremlin smile to Miss Song, who waved her hand in dismissal.

Who is a bunny, and who even wants your help!

When I reached the seat, I looked up, my eyes once again colliding with the ones of Wang Yibo. And once again, I realized his eyes were deep brown, different shades, from golden brown to dark galaxy brown; it was amazing how deep his eyes colour was, almost enchanting, like some kind of spell.

XIAO ZHAN! GET YOURSELF TOGETHER, my mind cried.

"If you keep staring, you can just ask for a photo, you know?" My breath hitched, and I quickly put down my backpack. While Yibo took the seat next to me.

I was sitting by the window side with my hands smoothing my school uniform.

"You lost this." Yibo placed my writing book on my desk as my eyes widened.

It was scribbled notes of music that I was always scared of forgetting together mixed with some random drabbles, quotes, photo's and drawings.

"No need to thank me, bunny."

Yibo ruffled my hair as I slapped his hand, my nose scrunching as I frowned.

Suddenly, Miss Song spoke up, "Wang Yibo, if you are late, I accept it, but please don't turn my best student in someone like you or I will make sure the dean will put you in another class." Miss Song's smile got sending shivers down my spine before I realized what she said.

My blood was rushing towards my cheeks while I wanted the world to swallow me alive; how embarrassing, I didn't even dare to look up anymore!

Miss Song, can't really think I would be someone like him, right!?

After a minute or two, I slowly glanced up from my desk and looked at the board, trying hard to focus on reading the letters that formed a word, damming myself for forgetting my glasses; again.

And slowly bit by bit I puzzled it, there got written, 'Welcome to class H4C', so that was the name of the class.

I grabbed a plain notebook out of my bag and wrote my class and name on the front, and when I turned back, I met the scenery of a cute looking sleeping Yibo, his hair still messy, making him look like Simba from the lion king, his head placed on his arms while he was lightly snoring already, making a small smile creep up to my lips; which I concealed immediately too.

That idiot does sleep a lot; he probably sleeps more than he uses his brain.

Inside my mind, I cursed myself for acting like a creepy stalker; Wang Yibo is just a human like you, Xiao Zhan!

A rather annoying human thought, a voice whispered in the back of my mind.

Then I looked in front of me; Miss Song was continuing her teaching as if not the heartthrob of the university was sleeping during lessons, and when I once again looked around, a girl who had short, slightly waved, natural black hair was looking at me, her eyes were rather dark with shiny stars, and she smiled softly at me, making her face lit up.

She looked cute and innocent- unlike me-, waving a bit before turning around.

And that was when I realized this would be a hell of a ride, but a new and fresh start was all I needed.

A new class, a new chance, a new beginning.

The morning light fell through the window up on Yibo while I smiled softly before turning around to catch Miss Song's lesson, knowing this might be the place I got meant to stay.

Maybe just like my mom said, this place was written in the stars by my fated destiny.

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