Chenglei would have a few things to say on the subject of how privileged and fortunate he was, but he bit his tongue. It wasn't that difficult to sense that this guy didn't like him, so what good would come from trying to make him understand that? Seemed like nothing good would come from any of this, honestly.

But it also seemed as if, no, he did not have a choice, and the only person he had to talk to about it was some guy who hated him. Ugh. This was like summer school all over again. "So, what? What do I have to do? I don't-- I mean, what, do I still have to go to school?"