Watching Travis's confident expression, Li Wei took a noncommittal bite of the fried chicken, which seemed to be mostly batter.
'Damn, this bite feels like it's half breadcrumbs!' Li Wei complained silently, quickly swallowing the fried chicken.
"Trust me, I played in the amateur youth league in Brooklyn before," Travis lowered his voice, pointing toward the area of the cafeteria with the loudest, most animated athletes. "Those guys are all assholes. They like to bully newbies, especially an Asian guy like you. During the tryouts later, stick behind me. I'll protect you."
Li Wei just smiled and didn't argue.
...
At 2 PM, the late-August New York sun was still scorching. The air was filled with a mixture of dry dust and the scent of fresh-cut grass.
The field walls of Franklin K. Lane High School were covered in layers upon layers of graffiti, making the place look more like a prison than a high school.
[You have arrived at the 'Dueling Court']
