Zhan blinked when he heard that, he had heard this name before but he never paid any attention to it.

"We are classmates?" he asked and Yibo nodded, "yes, we are, you would have known if you paid attention to the classes."

Zhan glared at him for mocking him, "why would I pay attention to a nobody, huh! Give me my stuff back! fucking weirdo." he said as he snatched the papers from Yibo's hand.

Yibo just gave him a smile as he said, "I can help you, share notes with you, and explain the topics... you know."

"Oh and why would you do that? what do you want in return huh?!  or is this some sick joke!" Zhan yelled at him, and then bent down to pick his bag but when he did that all the papers fell from his bag, which made him feel so mad right now that he wanted nothing more than to jump  from the rooftop and his anger reached to the max when he heard some snickering, he glared at Yibo and got up and grabbed his collar, "What the fuck is your problem!"

Yibo was taken aback, by this action, as if he hadn't expected this, he gently placed his hand on Zhan's hand and said, "I am sorry, I wasn't trying to make fun of you."

Zhan let go if his collar but not before giving him a little shove back, and he bent down to grab his stuff and this time Yibo helped him as well.

"Here." Yibo said as he gave him, his stuff which Zhan rudely snatched away from his grip and walked away from there.

After attending the rest of his classes he went back to his home, once he reached home, he saw how desolate it was, his mother was not at home and it was rather empty, he walked towards his room and on his way he saw the empty walls that were once filled with photos of him and his family but now it was gone.

Things have changed a lot, for everyone.

He collapsed on his bed and stared at the cieling, he felt so tired, and yet he was not able to sleep, it had been two days since he had a good sleep.

He stared at his backpack and decided that maybe he should get some work done but as soon as he opened the bag, and looked at his work, he sighed as he realized that there was not a single thing that he understood, and he suddenly thought about Yibo and his offer.

But he was still skeptical about that guy, what if Yibo was also not what he seemed to be, what if he also backstabbed him, what if he was also part of the group that gossiped behind his back, there were so many factors and now he was overthinking.

In the end he took a deep breathe and focused back on his work, which was very hard for him.

~~

When the evening came, Zhan heard some noise downstairs and he knew that his mother and brother  were back, but right now he didn't really feel like meeting them, and he was sure that they were not that eager to see him either.

The morning came soon, and this time he made sure that he was early so that he didn't had to see anyone he didn't want to see and would reach the class early, however when he reached the class, he saw that it was empty but that before he saw someone else in the room.

The person also looked at him and the two made an eye-contact, as he smiled at him and said, "good morning."

Zhan didn't reply as he stared at Yibo, who was cleaning the blackboard, before he clenched his fist and took a deep breathe and supressed his ego as he said, "your offer." Yibo stopped as he looked at him, while Zhan said, "your yesterday offer, is it still valid?"

Yibo looked at him and blinked as if he didn't understand what Zhan meant, and this made Zhan really annoyed as he yelled, "you told me that you can help me with notes and work, was that a fucking joke!" Zhan sweared to god if it was then he would punch this guy on the face.

Yibo smiled and said, "oh no, it was not and yes it is still valid, we can start now. Let's have a seat."

And so Zhan went to his usual seat with a grumpy face and sat down on his chair, Yibo picked his stuff and joined him as well, "so from where do you want me to start?"

"I can copy the notes at home, right now I want you to explain me what we are studying and the concepts."

"Alright let's start, which subject first, Maths or Electronics?"

"Maths." Zhan said

"Alright, let's start." Yibo said as he took out his books as well as his notes and when Zhan saw his notes he was rather impressed as Yibo's handwriting was really beautiful, and his notes were really organized.

And so time passed with Yibo tutoring Zhan, soon the students started to fill the class and Zhan didn't even care about them as he was more focused on his studies, it was hard to focus at first but Yibo was a good teacher and he had a good determination.

"Got it." Zhan said feeling happy to have finally understood the concept, he looked at Yibo who gave him a smile and then he finally looked at the others in the class and felt a little uncomfortable he looked at Yibo and said, "you can go back to your seat."

"Why? can't I sit here?"

Zhan raised an eyebrow, "you have no problem, with sitting with me?"

"Why would I? Are you carrying an infectious disease or what? or is it I that stinks that's why you want to send me away."

Zhan glared at him, "just do whatever you want, I don't care. I was just wondering if you don't care what people would say."

"Oh, I am an outcast, no one really notice me, you didn't even remember my name despite being in the same class as me for the past three years remember?"

Zhan gave him a side eye and said nothing, but deep down in his heart he was happy that he was not sitting alone.