"Hi, I'm Huang Zitao." That’s all he said but his voice lingered in my mind. It was echoing in my ears trying to make me recall but how am I suppose to remember something if I’ve never encountered it.

"Anything else you'd like to add?" Miss.sulli asked raising her eye brow.

"Uhh, I’m Chinese." No Sherlock! You did not just say that! Everyone here can tell you are Chinese by your name. All the students stare at him like he's a stupid freak who ran away from a mental asylum but he stood there as if he doesn’t give a flying monkey about it. The guy called baekhyun elbowed him in the stomach; I don’t know if it was to encourage him to say more or for him to shut up.

"I’m not interested in making friends." I’m guessing it was to encourage him. His gaze shifted from one to another, looking at everyone's blank face.

He turned to Miss.sulli and ended his speech with something not a normal new student would usually say. "And I’m smart so you can expect perfect grades from me." She gaped at him as if he just let out one of her dirty secret.

Interesting