The Urban Dao Child.

Yang Dao mingled with the few people from the cycling club for a few minutes before his class was scheduled to start. The club members asked him if they could take pictures of the bike and post them online. Yang dao agreed to them. He was unaware that his pictures were also taken by the club members. He was busy filling up the registration form. After he was done with the formalities, he asked the captain about how much a normal road bike would cost, he read some rules, and Silence was specified to be categorized as 'illegal' for racing. The reason was the fourth front gear which would provide a sprinter an extreme benefit while it might also lead the racer's heart to fail or suffer leg injuries.

The captain was called, Thomas Shuttler, he was an understanding person and was aware of the reason behind Yang Dao's question so he suggested him some models. Yang Dao wrote them all down in his brain. He would check them out later when he goes back home. Also, Feng Yun needed a call for splurging so much money on a BIKE. He did not show it on his face when the club members told him the actual value of the bike but inside his heart was almost exploding.

Thomas Shuttler escorted Yang Dao to the first-year classroom and left to attend his own classes. Yang Dao was about to enter his class when he saw a middle-aged man standing on the teacher's podium and was taking attendance. Yang Dao knocked on the door and the middle-aged man looked over.

The man spoke in a solemn tone, "Try to be early from tomorrow onwards. Come in and sit down on the chair designated to you."

Yang Dao bowed slightly and walked inside. The classes were designed in a staircase design. This design allowed the students to have a clear line of sight so that they could read everything the professor is writing on the blackboard. The chairs were all individual seats. There was a board attached to the side of the chair which was used as the work desk. The chairs were designed to be very comfortable, they were all cushioned and stitched. The windows were large to allow both illumination and ventilation throughout the room. Through the windowsill, a variety of flowers could be seen. The whole class was filled with a mixed fragrance of these flowers. Yang Dao smiled faintly as he inhaled the fresh fragrant air.

While the girls had stars in their eyes when they saw Yang Dao smile, the silk pants in the back of the class shrunk their neck and immediately became silent. Yang Dao did not even glance at them and he glanced around and saw a chair next to the window with his name sticking to the backrest. He sat down and heard his name being called out by the professor on the podium. He responded with a common 'present sir'.

The professor lifted his head from the register to check who was the person who responded. After all, the faculty responsible for the first year all had been briefed by the Dean of the college that Yang Dao was a special person. Not only was he the topper of the college entrance exam but also had a deep relation with Feng Yun, president of the Phoenix group. It was just a curious glance. The professor returned to the attendance after a moment.

Yang Dao glanced around and saw the girl whom he met during the registration process was his neighbor. The girl nodded to Yang Dao and the boy returned the gesture with a faint smile on his face. Kiya tore a piece of paper from the back of her composite notebook and wrote something on it. She noticed that the professor was still busy with the attendance and put the folded slip on the desk in front of Yang Dao.

Yang Dao took up the slip as he was aware of this method of communication between the classmates. He unfolded and saw very neat and beautiful characters written on the slip, 'Where are your books?'

Yang Dao stretched out his hand to her, asking for a pen to write. Kiya gave him an extra pen she carried with her. Yang Dao held the pen perpendicular to the piece of paper and wrote something. Then he folded the slip and passed it back to Kiya.

The girl unfolded the slip after she glanced at the teacher and saw a font, not any less beautiful than her own which said, 'Was in a hurry. Can you lend me a notebook to take notes, I will get you a new one.'

Kiya had an amused expression on her face. She wanted to ask what was the hurry but then she held herself back, then she took out a blank notebook to him. Yang Dao smiled at her and accepted the notebook from her. Theprofessor on the stage closed the attendance register and cleared his throat with a cough. He spoke in the microphone planted on his table, "Students, My name is Micheal Newt. I am your class teacher for the first year of college. You can address me as Professor Newt. I have sent you all a text message, you can contact me on that number for anything related to the class or your studies. I will be teaching you advanced mathematics. Before we start we have another method to discuss but first let me ask if there is anyone who did not receive my text message?"

Yang Dao took out his brick phone and saw that he did not have any message the professor mentioned just now. He raised his hand and the professor asked, "Did you not get the text message?"

Yang Dao stood up respectfully and spoke, "No, sir, I did not."

The professor took out his smart phone and after tapping for a while he spoke, "Student Yang Dao, your number is not registered on the college messaging app?"

Yang Dao shook his head and spoke, "Sorry, for the inconvenience sir, but I do not own a smart phone. Will it be possible for you to pass me your contact detail directly. I will call you if I have something urgent." his voice was calm and composed, and he was not afraid or effected by what the people around him will think of him.

The professor pondered a bit and nodded, then he exchanged the number with Yang Dao. While the silk pants at the back of the class gloated, "Seems like his sugar mom did not buy him a smart phone last time."

The other rich kids also had a sneer on their face. This sentence circulated through the whole class and reached the student who stood behind Yang Dao. Althought they tried to keep their voice low but Yang Dao still picked up some key words. This was enough to make any normal person to be enraged. Yet Yang Dao sat in his chair calmly as he took notes of what the teacher taught them. He would never pay attention to these kind of scum until and unless they do something that touches his bottom line. As for these rumors, it was something these losers did not dare to speak out loud. So he can let them be happy in their hearts.

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