"Okay, good. Because the cook still won't talk to me, because she's upset I didn't remember that she fed me snacks." It was making navigating anything fairly difficult and Chenglei already was resigned to how he'd have to bribe her to win back her favour. Maybe he could ask Meng Yao for tips with that, or he'd have to keep eating plain buns for breakfast.

"In my last school, there were forty students per class..." So he didn't think that size would be that much of an issue here. "Lan... You are one of those, right?" He remembered, vaguely. "The families."