“Do you have a plan B?” asked a family friend. Stupidly, we did not. Han Feizi Junior would be the second student from his mucky muck international school in Hong Kong to attend Tsinghua University. As bilingual as this school claims to be, English was still the default language and its graduates were funneled to the usual suspects – Ivy-plus, Oxbridge, near peers and wannabes. Chinese universities were not popular. Not even Tsinghua. Perhaps especially not Tsinghua.
