The bus had arrived much later than scheduled, and everyone looked like wrinkled laundry that had been worn twice already. The teachers didn’t bother with long speeches or orientation talks, just a tired sigh, room lists shoved into tired hands, and a “don’t embarrass the school” tossed over their shoulders as they checked students into the hotel.
The boys were packed together like sardines,twelve of them shoved into one tatami-style room with futons scattered across the floor. Shoes were kicked to corners, bags exploded open like they were alive, and the smell of teenage boys instantly filled the air. Li Han quietly picked a futon near the wall, settled down, and mentally prepared himself for a miserable night of sleep.
He should have known peace would not exist.
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