Not a victim and a bully

"Fei Chuan, you don't have to use it."

"It's okay. The paint is dry now and the smell is gone. I can use it."

"You mentioned this chair stands out too much. Why not use the one you used yesterday?" Bei Sangyun persuaded Fei Chuan.

He had expressed dislike for the chair's paint, so why was he using it now?

"I've been using this chair since the first day of the semester. I'm already used to it," Fei Chuan reasoned.

"Then I'll repaint it with its original color. I'll do the same for your locker."

"No, leave it be. I like the color of my locker."

Bei Sangyun looked at him doubtfully.

Fei Chuan coughed embarrassedly, "...Just leave it, okay."

"Don't force yourself. It's easy to repaint."

"No, I really like it. I can see it from afar and easily spot if my locker has any dirt in it. It's more convenient."