First day in School (1)

It was his first day in school for Ning Rongbing. It will be a lie if he says he wasn't nervous. A few memories of his past flashed in his mind when he was bullied by his clansmen. Not to mention the children, even the grown-ups looking at him as if he was a plague.

Putting all the thoughts behind his mind he followed the teacher who walked him to his classroom. The hallway wasn't very large but was very clean. The teacher who lead the way also instructed him on various things.

For example, even if the school doesn't have classes every day there will be a few times when there will be classes on some special occasions. This was to ensure that the children would have knowledge about the fundamentals of soul cultivation. Without knowing the fundamentals how could the children walk on their own path?

In any case, today there was a class because there was a new student in the school.

The teacher leads him and walked him to a class. She was 5.5 feet tall and had blue hair with fairly white skin. Wearing black clothes she emitted a noble aura around her. Since he was very familiar with this kind of air; Ning Rongbing didn't get any uncomfortable and walked quietly with her.

The teacher who was walking with him was also slightly amazed at this young guy but her thoughts were unknown as her eyes had a pondering light in them. Since she had already entered the class she drew the attention of the students to herself and started to introduce the newcomer to the class.

"Good morning students this is our new student and from now on he will be studying with us for the next few years," she said clearly and patiently. Her tone was gentle and quiet but due to the infusion of spirit power, her voice was louder than it could.

Hearing her words, the attention of the whole class shifted toward the newcomer. Neatly combed black hair, obsidian eyes devoid of any light, fair and beautiful skin as of a girl giving a cold and indifferent aura.

Even though he saw the energetic gazes of his to-be classmates Ning Rongbing's expression wasn't very happy as theirs. He stared at a corner of the classroom where a girl was looking at him like the others with a bright smile on her lips.

When he and the teacher entered the classroom Ning Rongbing saw that this girl was bullied by his to-be classmates but now this girl was smiling at him as if nothing had happened.

He felt his throat stuck and his heart become heavy. His chest started to shrink as if it was being compressed. He knew this kind of feeling and was very familiar with it.

The rims of his eyes started to become red. Feeling that he shouldn't delay anymore Ning Rongbing calmed himself and with a smile:

"I am Ning Rongbing," as he said this he started to walk toward the students. His legs directly walked towards the girl sitting alone at the corner of the class. Since his head was bowed and his words were short the teacher and his fellow classmates didn't think too much about it and thought that it was due to nervousness but the girl didn't think the same as they are.

As soon as Ning Rongbing sat on the bench she started to chat with him like a chatterbox. Smiling at him she showed him a brush and started to teach him how to paint and write without any hesitation.

Since the introduction was over the teacher walked out of the class and the students are free to do as they wish. Even though every one of the students walked out of the class to play none of the students called Ning Rongbing or the girl next to him.

Hearing the nonstop chatter Ning Rongbing felt his heart churn. Raising his head to look at the girl he listened to each and every word that came from her tongue. A pair of purple eyes glimmering in excitement, small thin lips moving nonstop, flawless glossy skin, and black long hair were her features. She was cute right?

Her face, her clothes and her hair were stained with paint. He saw it clearly, when he and the teacher entered the classroom previously he saw a few students dumping some paint on her head and on her clothes. Even though all the students started to laugh at her she didn't get embarrassed but returned a smile at them. Those children called her a lunatic but she again returned them a smile.

Wasn't he the same when he was in the clan? The rims of Ning Rongbing's calm and limpid eyes become red. He really couldn't bring it to hear her chatter anymore as he felt his heart start to pain.

Forcefully calming himself he started to talk back to her like he understood everything she said. He asked silly doubts even though he knew them. Seeing his actions, the girl started to get even more excited she pulled out an art book from her bag and started to show him.

Looking at the book Ning Rongbing stared foolishly at those paintings. There were images of a castle, a forest, a mansion, a sky palace, and a few different things but the interesting fact was they looked so realistic. They looked as if they were a real existence.

Calmly looking at the images he started to feel them. As he put his hand on the sheet he heard a cry beside him and his hands halted.

"Please don't tear it!"

Hearing those words, he really felt he could understand everything. His eyes filled with tears but somehow managed to let them not flow. Is this how his mother feels when he lies to her? He really wants to know how his mother would answer him. He knew that whenever he was bullied his mother would know that but every time he would tell her 'he is fine' with a smile.

Is he really fine? He was a kid too. How could he not have some longing?

Whenever he saw kids playing together, he also longed to hang out with some friends but he always lied he liked to be alone. Whenever he saw some kids addressing the other kid's parent as 'uncle' or 'aunt' he also longed to call someone but to his disappointment even he was unable to call his own uncle. He envied the children who were carried by their fathers but he knew he could only envy them. When he sees the old people playing with the young he had the urge to rush to his grandparents but they called him 'bastard' and never took him in.

But...

Whatever the reason is he never showed he was affected by that. But now seeing this girl he realized that he was wrong. If only he had poured his heart into his mother it would only be a pity but if he hid them, it would be helplessness. He thought if he acted strong his mother would feel proud of him but now he understood what was the root of his mother's helplessness.

Turning at the girl near him Ning Rongbing shook his head with a smile and sighed:

"I won't"

Only now did the girl's face become truly excited. She happily turned over the pages and explained every detail in it. The colors, how she created those colors, why she chose the specific color so on and so forth.

He truly couldn't understand why in the world one wants to even tear such paintings. They really looked wonderful but to think that someone would tear them he really couldn't understand.