Yuki Meshida isn't a Meshida anymore

Yuki's clothes, hairstyle, and mannerisms hadn't changed. But she stood out because she no longer stood out. Yuki was now as Caucasian as the majority of the students. Yet she remained recognizable. "W-what are you looking at me for?" Her English now had the same accent as everyone else's. There was an uproar elsewhere in the cafeteria. The boys who had been sitting around Lee Cheng were leaning away from him. He had also turned white. He looked back at them through different eyes, oblivious to his transformation. "You used to be ... Chinese ..." said one of the boys. Lee pointed at himself. "Me? Chinese? No way! What's wrong with you guys?" "What's wrong with *you?"* asked another boy. He pointed at Yuki. "And *her?"*