"...there's no love, he's just in my class." And Chenglei supposed they were kind of friends, but he was still trying not to let that happen. Even if he had glanced over at him three times so far, only stopping to frown at Meng Yao instead. "What's with the clicking? I thought it was 'young master'."

Not that he'd ever gotten respect from an adult before, didn't mean he wanted to be clicked at. Even if he did reluctantly follow and sit down.