Jian was still in a great mood when he was dropped off at his new school. To be honest, the whole school looked like a castle with lavish European statues and decorations. So many posh cars lined up as students were dropped off.
He looked at everyone with interest.
'I thought this kind of situation only happens in novels or dramas. Didn't expect it to be real.'
It was 7 am, so he was quite early for his classes. He started to roam around the campus. As expected of a rich school, they had so many extracurricular activities, including a huge swimming pool and horse riding classes. It was extravagant, to say the least.
He smirked slightly. 'Sadly, all of this will be destroyed. Tsk.' He sighed as he walked around.
Soon, he came upon the administration department. He quickly gave them his name and waited for his class chart.
"Mr. Jian Wang?" the administrator's assistant called out to him. "Your schedule has been changed according to your guardian's request. Here it is." She handed him a newly printed paper.
On it were his classes. As promised, his new mother had arranged all the classes he had requested. The main subjects like physics, chemistry, and English were only a few sparsely spread throughout the week.
'This is also good.' He smirked widely. "Which way is my class?"
"Class C is that way. Take a right by the fountain and then a left. Walk along the long corridor, and you'll see your class at the end," she smiled at him.
Jian nodded and thanked her softly as he left the office.
He was quickly able to find his class. It was a bit early, so his new classmates had not arrived yet, except for a few scattered across the room. As soon as he entered, they all gazed at him, murmuring among themselves.
'Oh, I'm famous.' He rolled his eyes and found his seating arrangement on the slip the assistant had given him. He sat in his seat and comfortably set his bag down.
"You can't sit there," someone said in a condescending tone.
Jian raised his brow. "This is my seat."
"Yeah, but you can't sit next to the prince. Your seat belongs there, with the peasants," he said with a gleeful laugh. The whole class started to laugh along with him.
Jian gazed at the group he was pointing to as "peasants." There were three who were silently doing their homework, occasionally glancing his way. 'Just like in the drama. Tsk, how stereotypical can this get?'
He did not further respond to the boy as he continued to take out the textbook he was provided.
Slowly, the class started to fill up, but the seat next to him remained empty.
Jian did not bother about it much and started to research UFO sightings on the internet. A few more drones had been spotted in the sky, and it was quite alarming. Many countries were frantically trying to contact these UFOs for peace talks.
'Tsk, those octopus-like things never come in peace. It's better to just shoot them down.'
The chair scraped loudly beside him.
Jian gazed up at the familiar face standing in front of him. 'Isn't this that guy I met last night... the wine guy?'
The boy was gritting his teeth. "Why are you sitting here? Leave."
Jian tilted his head slightly. "My seat."
"Get away from me!" the boy growled.
Jian rolled his eyes. The other seats were already full. Where was this stupid guy expecting him to go?
The boy picked his bag and threw it away. "Out!"
Jian stood tall, peering down at him. His hand clenched the wooden bench tightly.
A loud creaking sound was heard, and a huge part of the wood was broken in his hand.
Seeing this, the tantrum-throwing young master started to sweat.
"If you don't want this to be your head, you better sit down with your mouth shut," he growled softly.
The boy sat down, trembling slightly.
Jian gazed at him once and went to pick his bag, patting the dust away. 'These cocky kids really need to be taught a lesson.'