Hey, girl!

Listen to me!

You have to get out of here. The Qilin has escaped!!!

Are you listening?!

The Qilin...

Has......

escaped....

Shaking my head from my weird dream, I sit up in bed.

My fingertips graze my ear as I move my hair out of my face. With a frustrated sigh, I look out my window.

It's pretty early.

I clasp both ears with my cold hands and I wait.

Nothing.

I remove my hands.

Still nothing.

Why would I still have dreams with sound? Are they my memories of when I use to be able to hear?

Closing my eyes, I retrieve a certain memory from my mind.

Lights. Dowoon.

Were we talking about something?

Red...

And then darkness.

I remember the pain... But I can't seem to remember any sound that came with the memory.

Has 3 months been enough time to completely forget what it feels like to hear?

If so...why did I hear a voice in my dream?

Shaking my head, I prepare for school. My aunt had left for work already, so I quickly made breakfast before heading to my class.

I arrive in my homeroom in time. Everyone seemed to be excited about something.

Walking to my desk, I take out my computer and sign in to my QQ account. Checking the groupchat, I notice a message from our teacher that he had left early in the morning.

Ludic:  We are going to have a conference in the auditorium. The discussion board will include the three other classes in this school that are working on the same project as us. Everyone can leave their things including their computers in the homeroom except YuMi. YuMi can bring her laptop to the auditorium and I will add a feature to her computer that will allow her to read everything that is spoken.

I expect to see all of you in the front rows in the order of your student number.

Meet at the auditorium at 8:00 a.m.

I look down at the time displayed at the bottom of my screen.

7:45

I better head over there now. Shutting my computer, I walk out of the classroom alone.

I follow the signs posted on the wall with arrows and see a room full of students that are of similar age as me.

My school uniform of black trimmed with turquoise helps me blend in with the sea of students.

Finding my student number, I sit down on the metal folding chair.

I take out my computer.

Feeling a tap on my shoulder I count the number.

1..2..3..4.

Ahh...it's my teacher.

Turning around, I see him place his finger over his lips to signal for me to be quiet.

He was sitting in the row directly behind me while leaning on the back of my chair with his upperbody.

Nodding my head, he offers his hand out to me with a smile that reveals his dimples.

I hand over my laptop to him.

With swift movements, He flips the computer open and turns the power on.

Seeing my password lock, he turns the laptop towards me so I can unlock the computer.

I nod my head when I finish. Zhang YiXing turns the laptop towards himself again and begins to type.

After a few minutes, he hands me my laptop and quietly blends into the crowd of students before disappearing.

When I look down at my laptop,  I'm shocked.

My whole screen was like a chat board with all of the students names listed on there.

The chat board was scrolling down at a ridiculous speed from the many different conversations of each student.

I actually feel normal again.

Breaking out into a grin, I read all of the conversations diligently.

Evidently, Dowoon wasn't the only one who thought the teachers name sounded familiar. A lot of the students had looked up their teachers name and found out that they were SS members.

The girls posts made me laugh to myself the most. Most of the messages involved fangirling.

All of a sudden the conversations stopped. Feeling a presence sit beside me, I look up and realize that everyone was sitting down at their respective seats.

Turning my head to the makeshift stage, I wait patiently for the conference meeting to begin.

On the stage was a table with a white table cloth. There were four chairs with microphones and a nameplate. My teachers seat was on the far right of the table.

At exactly 8 o'clock,  four young men walked up on stage and faced the audience.

They were the exact images that Dowoon had showed me earlier.

The teachers bowed simultaneously before sitting down at their reserved seats on stage.

I wanted to continue observing the handsome teachers but I noticed that their mouths were moving.

Looking down at my screen I began to read the dialogue.

Zhang YiXing: I'm sure all of you are wondering what is going on. Today we will explain the basis of our mission and the reason why we are going to be your teachers for two whole semesters.

Wu YiFan: After our explanation we will allow one representative from each class to ask us a couple of questions.

Huang ZiTao: You may all discuss within your class the important questions you want to ask, but hurry up. Time is very important to us so use it wisely!

Lu Han: Ehhh, what  Tao really means is that we have a lot of material to go over with you in class. So thus we will only allow one question for each class. You may decided on several backup questions in case another class asks the same question.

Huang ZiTao: Hmph.

Suddenly my chatboard blows up again with the students deciding who will be our representative and which questions to ask.

Focusing only on the conversations
within my class, someone makes a pole where we vote by raising of hands.

Jin LongGuo: Okay, who do we want to elect as nominees before we vote?

Huang RenJun: I nominate Lai Guanlin.

Xu MingHao: I agree. Guanlin has been in the same class as me and is very proficient with gaming and public speaking.

Wang YiBo: But Lai Guanlin isn't from here. He's from Taiwan.

Jin LongGuo: I don't see a reason why he can't represent our class.

Wang YiBo: That's the point. Do we want a foreigner to represent our class?

Wu XuanYi: I agree with Yibo. Our teacher is Ludic the number one gamer in China. That means we need to pick someone who he will be proud of.

Meng MeiQi: Yi, you're only saying that because Yibo is your boyfriend.

Frowning at how the conversation was going, I decided to test something out.
Typing furiously on the chat board,  I pressed the send button without thinking.

Liu YuMi: If what Minghao says is true, than my vote is with Guanlin.

Jin LongGuo: Whoa!! The computer just spoke!

Looking up from my screen, I saw all of my classmates give me a shocked look.

Suddenly an unusually tall boy meets my eyes and gives me an appreciative smile.

Is that Guanlin?  He's the one that sits behind me in class.

Looking back down at my screen, I began to feel more confident than I have since the accident.

Liu YuMi: I was born in mainland China, but that doesn't make me qualified to be this class's representative.

Wu XuanYi: Why? Because you're deaf? 😏

Lai GuanLin: Enough! If you guys are going to continue to act like this than I don't even want to represent you.

Wang Yibo: Whoa, Mr. Perfect just lost his temper.

Looking up from my computer in fear, I am just in time to see the tall boy about to through a punch at a boy who had dyed his hair blonde.

And if that wasn't enough excitement.....

My ears began to ring.

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Sorry, longer chapter! Hope you enjoyed. And thanks to Yixing, Yumi is able to read and respond to conversations. Besides my protagonist, all of my characters are kpop artist. Can you guys guess who each person is from which group?

December 26, 2017