Langa was sitting in class, scribbling away in his notebook. The new Japanese classrooms had lower desks and big ass windows, so at least he could stare outside at the birds on the trees when he got distracted.

The teacher was talking something about math, but Langa wasn't great with numbers, or with the Japanese words the teacher was talking in. What on earth was he yapping about?

Langa glanced over at Reki, who looked just as confused as him and felt a small breath of relief leave him.