Zong Yuan placed a cigarette in his mouth and hid in a corner to have a few puffs before class began.In his mind he recalled of 0046 reading a script to him, “Did you hear me?” Zong Yuan slowly puffed out a cloud of smoke, “I’m not an idiot.” With two minutes left before class starts, he took a stroll down the hallway to fume out the smoke smell that lingered on him. He stood in front of the grade 12 Class 1 door and waited for the teacher to bring him in. Mr. Jiang rushed over and when he saw Zong Yuan, he was caught by surprise, “Go in, go in.” posted on dramantics.blogspot.com Zong Yuan followed him into the class and all of the students fixed their gazes onto him. Zong Yuan looked up and asked 0046, “Which one is Fu Xin?” 0046 replied, “The one sitting next to the trash bin.” Next to the trash bin sat a thin young man. The corner of the room was small and cramped; it was not hard to imagine what kind of treatment he received in this class. Then again, trying to jump of the roof the
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