A Wind Of Change [1] || EXO ✓

022: Bunking Baldy's Class

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A crumpled paper hit her head out of the blue making her flinch. The moment it hit her, she knew who the culprit was. She turned back and snarled at Chanyeol. He buried his head in the book hiding his smile. It read : Mr. Baldy will be a useful member in our music club band.

Mr. Baldy was taking History class and she could easily say that Chanyeol was bored with his endless lecture. She wrote back : How is he useful? and threw it on his head.

He outstretched his hand beneath the desk and gave back the paper with the reply written.

I can use his bald head as a drum XD

It was a silly joke and she wasn't going to laugh this time. Not again in Baldy's class. She turned back looking at him with a raised eyebrow. Chanyeol showed actions of playing music on his bald head. Normally, she wouldn't have laughed but the circumstances didn't help. His actions were ridiculous which made her chuckle and he laughed along with her closing his mouth with a hand.

"Chanyeol and Hazel, stand up. Both of you," Mr. Baldy raved at them both.

They both stood up. Hazel tried to stop laughing but Chanyeol continued laughing uncontrollably.

"Will you share the joke with the class?" Mr. Baldy glared at Chanyeol.

"Sure, we will but it's just that you shouldn't feel offen-," Chanyeol was cut off.

Hazel panicked because she knew that Chanyeol might actually tell the joke about his bald head. "We're sorry sir," she said.

"Get out of the class both you. This is not the first time. Y'all have been disturbing my class always. No more sorrys," Mr. Baldy shook his head in disapproval.

Chanyeol happily walked out while Hazel still stood in her place hoping that he'd let it slide this time too.

"I said 'get out'!" Mr. Baldy shouted, pointing at the door.

While getting out of the class, she glimpsed at Kyungsoo who didn't bother to look at her.

She came out the class and smacked Chanyeol's head while sitting outside.

"Ah! Stop it. I got you out of his boring class. You should be thanking me," he chuckled rubbing his head, sitting cross legged on the floor.

"Who said I wanted to be thrown out of the class? Damn! It's all because of you that I ended up out of the class," she smacked his shoulder.

"You won't regret it. I have a plan. You're going to enjoy," he whispered in her ear as she sat alongside him. He pulled out his phone from the pant pocket and quickly sent a message.

"What?" she asked puzzled.

"I've texted my friend from the other section. He'll come out of the class on the pretext of going to the washroom," he replied.