It was almost nine-thirty a.m and there was a short announcement on the P.A system:

"All students please head to your new classrooms."

'What the hell is this new classroom now?' Sam muttered as he dressed up after sending away Feng Mian and Tetsuo away.

He headed outside the room and found all the students were gathered near a room located on the left of the SEC. The creepy instructor was back and this time he was creepier than before. His arms had countless bruises and his yellow skin was torn in some places. The bags under his eyes had become black and they seemed terrifying. He took out the peculiar golden key and unlocked the door.

'Why is this room so technologically deprived?'

They all entered the room and got welcomed by the atmosphere full of dust. There was a pile of dust deposited on the tables, chairs and windows. The whole classroom was hazy and people standing at the back of the classroom could not see the whiteboard in front of the classroom.

Within a few minutes, the air entered their respiratory tract and all began to cough, trying to throw out the contaminants out of their systems. Even the instructor began to cough . They all headed out of the room and closed the door immediately.

"I don't think we can go inside yet," Sebastien suggested.

"Yeah, I mean the condition of the room is pathetic and none of us will survive in there." Alejandro followed.

"In that case, there is only one thing we can do." The instructor headed to the storeroom.

'Where is he heading off to?'

The instructor returned in no time. He was holding a broom in his right hand and a mop in his left hand. "Let's get to clean!" He exclaimed.

'What the hell is he talking about?!'

The instructor handed the slimy mops covered with moss to the students. The students gagged at the sight of the disgusting mess covered upon it. Feng Mian grabbed a broom, which was clean and headed to the classroom. He began to sweep all the dust off the furniture by using quick strokes which made the room dustier than before.

"You idiot! Have you never swept dust before?" Tetsuo rushed to Feng Mian and snatched the broom from his hand.

He began to sweep the corners of the window, gathering the dust towards the centre. Feng Mian looked at his face, which was right above him. His hair was burgundy and the bangs were side swept. The skin tone was fair with a bronze tan. His eyes were golden, like glowing amber. A clear glow donned his face which made him look like a god when sunrays fell upon it. He looked at the arms which held out the broom, they were very strong and well built, like the rest of the body.

'What the hell am I doing?'

He grabbed the broom from Tetsuo's hand and began to do what he instructed. He gathered the dust from the corners. At that moment, the broom slipped from his hand but Tetsuo grabbed his hand in time. He proceeded to sweep the windows again, with the soft hand touching his hand.

Upon stealing a glance, he noticed the boy under his shoulders had a tuft of beautiful brown hair and his skin was white as milk. The eyes which were burning with fury were a cool shade of teal. His features were that of a Chinese person, with the signature small eyes and his build was lean.

"Cool lenses!" Tetsuo whispered in his ear, startling him.

"How... do you know... these are lenses?" Feng Mian moved away, expressing his discomfort.

"It is because no one would be born with such an unnatural eye colour."

"Some people can be born with unnatural eye colours but you wouldn't understand it." He rushed out of the room throwing the broom behind.

"What's wrong with this guy?" Tetsuo muttered.

Other students came in and tried to clean the room, but failed . At the end of their expedition, the class looked as if it had been set on fire in the past. The instructor took out his phone and called the cleaning team. The cleaning team reached the venue and within a span of a few minutes, they made the room spick and span. The students entered the room, except Tetsuo and Feng Mian.

Feng Mian rushed toward his room and was about to lock it when Tetsuo reached there in time and pulled the door towards himself. Feng Mian retreated back and tried to comprehend what happened a minute ago. Tetsuo entered the room and banged it behind himself.

He proceeded towards Feng Mian, who seemed out of his senses. A deep look of anguish surrounded his cool eyes. He walked over to the bed and grabbed a pillow, holding it close to his face and pressing it against his nose. Tetsuo understood that he was trying to smother himself.

"What the hell are you doing?!" He rushed towards him but it was too late.