🎶 “I’m Toto. I’m slow. Slow, slow, I’m slow.
I’m Toto. I’m slow, but I will win. 🎶
An Xiulan was singing along with the song, walking in the empty corridors of the school. Her hands were grabbing the straps of her school and music was playing in her ears. Her mom had purchased her a fine pair of wireless earbuds.
As the song ended, she heard an unfamiliar loud voice. She was descending the stairs to enter her class as it would begin in half an hour or so.
“Han!”.
“Han, listen to !”
“Han, please. Just once.”
A student dressed in the sa uniform as another student was running after Han Zixin, her nesis. The unfamiliar bit didn’t look as if he was from Class Ten K. The students of class Ten K could be recognised at a single glance because of their unusual fashion. Also, their auras were different. As for this boy, he looked quite high maintenance.
Don’t ask how she learned the word ‘high maintenance’.
“How long are you going to ignore ?” The boy shouted behind him in desperation. He kicked the trashcan in frustration and anger.
‘Oh, boy, I cleaned the class and corridor. Don’t dirty it!’ She wanted to shout but he was too handso to be chided.
Never mind, his handso face won.
Han Zixin, who was holding his school bag, didn’t look back even once and kept walking to his class as if he had nothing to do with an angry young man.
“I know you are mad at , “The boy shouted behind him. ” Dammit, punch if that’s what you want. But at least talk to .”
‘How pitiful!’ An Xiulan felt bad for him. ‘If I had money, I would buy him candy. Poor handso boy.’
Han Zixin paused in his footsteps as he was about to look back at the so-called pitiful boy, he heard a soft and crisp voice.
“Nanxian?”
The boy turned back to look at a girl faintly smiling at him. She had beautiful and clean facial features and long hair that reached her mid-waist. She had combed them into a nice ponytail.
“Yunyun, why are you here?” Han Nanxian asked with a smile. His whole personality had taken a three-sixty shift in front of the girl.
“I had an advanced mathematics class. I thought you would show up but you didn’t.” The girl complained about a blank face. Her smile of earlier had disappeared and she was looking at him with an interested gaze, “What are you doing here?” She furrowed her beautiful brows, “Isn’t this the route to class Ten K?”
“Nothing, “Han Nanxian muttered and walked away with one last lingering glance at the boy who was entering the class without looking back.
“Are you looking for so here?” The girl asked with an indifferent gaze at the door of Class Ten K. “I didn’t know you made friends with soone from class Ten K?”
“If I ever made friends with anyone except for that refusing genius, you will know, “The boy said before disappearing.
Inside the class, Han Zixin looked at the ceiling and when he realised that no one was inside the class, he pulled out a small musical instrunt from his school bag. Putting it between his thumb and index finger, he brought it closer to his mouth and took one deep breath. Then, another. And after that, he began playing it with his eyes closed.
The lody produced by the harmonica was soothing and full of emotions. No one could tell that it was played by a sixteen years old student.
While playing the harmonica, Han Zixin found himself being pulled by past flashbacks.
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Author Note: As you, all know that Han Zixin is one of the ML of the story. While I was creating his character, I had him in my mind as a loafer thorough and thorough. However, he is a character with many layers. You will see it later in the story. I will frequently write so flashbacks from his point of view.
As for An Xiulan, let’s not talk about her. The girl gives headache with her antics.
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