Hypocrite 23

Chapter 2: First Encounter (2)

After countless circles around the building, Mu Xianyang finally made it into the classroom.

He burst through the door right on the dot. With multiple pairs of eyes staring at him, he plopped down on the only free desk available in the back.  Mu Xianyang had nothing against the seating, there was no one beside him, he had the whole desk to himself.  Mu Xianyang threw the backpack on the chair next to him, where a student was supposed to sit. 

Even sitting all the way in the back, it didn't prevent other people from going out of their way and turn towards him. He was the only new kid in this class. Everyone knew everyone, and  Mu Xianyang was alone. Which wasn't a big deal, as he is already used to being isolated. In fact, he is kind of glad that there was no one around him. They can stare all they want, but at least Mu Xianyang doesn't have to interact with any of them. 

Mu Xianyang practically buried himself into the giant workbook to avoid the weird looks he was getting throughout the lesson. He kept himself busy by memorizing the entire chapter and making a third copy of the same notes, just in case he messes up the first two. 

Two classes went by just like that. Mu Xianyang making it just in time as the teacher called his name for attendance, and him sitting in the far corner in the back, and of course, the weird looks he got from everyone. Well, almost everyone. Li Yiqing was the only one that didn't seem to care, even some of the teachers were looking at Mu Xianyang at times.

"Hey, aren't you the new kid? Mo Xanying, right?" A guy held him back as the rest of the class was dismissed. He had glasses and his uniform was tucked away nice and clean. Sort of like a nerd, but a pretty good-looking one. 

"Huh? Uh, it's Mu Xianyang," he corrected him.

"Right, sorry about that, I'm Zhao Wenyi, class 24," Zhao Wenyi scratched the back of his neck, embarssed that he called out the wrong name. 

"It's fine, I'm class 23," Mu Xianyang forced a smile at him. 

He's not used to moving his face much, as he had gotten used to being emotionless whenever his aunt or uncle would scold him. Mu Xianyang has always been that way. 

"Zhao Wenyi, what are you doing? Don't bother with him, I heard he's from the country, they eat rats there," Another boy tugged on Zhao Wenyi's bookbag, dragging him away from Mu Xianyang. 

Mu Xianyang clenched his teeth, he hated people referring him as "the poor guy from the country". So what if he's from a low-income family? So what if all of the students here have rich parents and a promising future for all of them planned. Mu Xianyang doesn't care, he can show all of them that being poor is just the same as having more money. 

"Sheng An, don't say that," Zhao Wenyi frowned at his friend, shrugging off the hand that was tugging on his bag, "anyways, you want to come to the cafeteria with us? I can show you where it is." 

"No, I'm good. I think a guy from the country who eats rats would be smart enough to find their way to the food. That's all they do anyways, eat." Mu Xianyang blinked with no life to his eyes and walked away, his shoulder bumping into Zhao Wenyi on the way. 

He's heard it countless times. People like him sleep on haystacks, doesn't have clean water and food, can't get any education. That's what they all assume, and that's what makes them so shallow. They think their superior, that money can do anything, and that the people without it are peasants and don't deserve sitting in the same spot as them. And that's what Mu Xianyang hate so much about the society. They are all two-faces beings. They may treat you nice and give you respect, but at the end of the day, they are either using you or treating you as a joke. 

Mu Xianyang decided to just not eat lunch at all. He never really got to eat lunch anyway. He walked into the bathroom and splashed himself with the water, his hands propped himself up from the sink. The cold liquid dripped slowly from his hair and chin, echoing in the empty room. 

Mu Xianyang slowly raised his head and stared into the reflection from the mirror. Is this his fate? Is this how he's going to have to face each and every day for the rest of his life? Mu Xianyang shook his head aggressify, shaking off the reminder of the water. 

"No, I will make them see how different I can be. And they all will regret saying those things to me." Mu Xianyang silently made an oath. 

He does not need anyone. Nor should he put his emotions in them. The only person he can trust is himself. Everything else is nothing but a passing tree you see in a car, worthless.