13 Chapter 13 - Soiled pants

Bian just stood there, frozen by his seat. Maybe he had a vague hope that he might return that seat to him. But jian had no intention to. He had already given up too much in his past life. This was his second chance, and he did not wish to spend it in misery.

"this… jian…" 

Just as bian was about to say his white lotus speech, the class teacher arrived. He had no other go but to stand in the back of the class awkwardly.

"what are you doing standing around!" the teacher harshly glared his way.

"Sir, my table and chair are ruined." He whispered with his head lowered pitifully.

Anyone who sees this will feel a bit of pity for him, but Jian carefully peered his way. He could see the clenched fist, tight jaws that showed that Bian was pissed. 'was he so two faced before? How was I so easily cheated?'

Jian was not that dumb. If he hadn't been fooled by Bian's good guy act he would have noticed it in his last life too.

With a small sigh, he gazed at the class teacher, who was also their English teacher. This person was the only reason he hated school. He had made it si mission to make his life a living hell.

Right now, he was gritting his teeth, seethingly looking at Bian. "so what? Dont you know you have to be seated before I come to class! Sit!"

'I don't think he realises that it's Bian'

Bian visibly paled and sat down on the ruined seat.

Jian hid his grin and gazed back at his 'lovely' brother pitifully.

Feeling his gaze, Bian looked at him in utter shock. 'what the fuck! Does he have any right to look at me with pity! That fucker! Fuck!!' his fists clenched in fury.

Jian noticed this and simply blinked innocently. 'this trick can work only once. Hmm, what about next time? Ill think about what to do later.' He pulled out his worn out, almost torn English book and started to take notes to the class.

His grandmother always brought new text books for Bian but for him she never extended such a kindness towards him. So with the little bit of scrap money he could find, Jian would always buy books from the scrap shop. The books never lasted long and would tear off page to page. 

'this book…. Its in the same pitiful position I am. Torn and in shatters. These family members really left me broken.' He clenched the book cover. 'I should never allow them to control my life. Never.where can I find part time though?'

He was just sixteen this year, but he looked about thirteen years old because he was badly malnourished. Even if he went knocking on stores, they might not take him in fear that he was underage. 

'what other ways can I earn money?'

Suddenly his gaze fell in nanshick who was having a hard time keeping up with the lesson. 'hmm... will it work? Maybe i should give it a try,'

Jian was the top scorers of their grade, so he could leave school early, but students like nanshick who sucked at everything had to stay back special classes to be tutored by other high scorers. 

He had never volunteered for such a program because his grandmother always demanded he come back early to do house chores. 

'I still remember the question paper from this years exam maybe I can teach them only those questions and maybe get a bit of remuneration..' that seemed like a good idea at first but if there is a chance that someone leaked the question paper outside he might lose his scholarship and his position in school.

'the world is going to end, anyway. Why not make some quick buck,' he nodded to himself.

Soon the English class ended. 

"yah get up!" nanshick who was by his side, stabbed him with his pencil tip. "go back to your seat or else I will kill you,"

Jian coldly peered up at him and pushed the blunt pencil away. "nanshick aren't you my brother's best friend aren't you supposed to help him out?"

Nanshick froze. "I am helping!"

Joan moved close to his ear, just to see the young boy's skin flush red. 'tsk this asshole.' Gritting his teeth subtly he whispered. "every day, I get bullied like this. And my kind brother will always fight for me. Arent you going to help bian," he said in the softest voice he could.

Nanshick trembled slightly.

moving back, jian saw his whole neck was flushed red.

'this pervert. I knew he had a thing for me.' Jian cast a small pitiful look at bian who had not moved from that seat. "he looks like he is crying… the others are laughing at him,"

Nanshick shot up, pushing the chair behind him.

The whole class fell silent. "anyone who dares to do tricks like this will have to face my fury!" he ran to bian and helped him up.

Bian was silently crying as he walked out of the class.

"Bian," Jian ran to him and held his trembling hand. Bian held his hand, but his nails dug into his skin as if he wanted to tear through him. 'come on, this is just the minimum of what I faced…. It's you who started it,'

The bullying started only after Nanshick started to instigate these guys to do so. If not, the students were all cowards, but with Nanshik's encouragement, they started to bully him outright.

Jian sat in the clean seat watching bian's dirty trousers. 'its retribution.'