Drake took a seat in class, and crossed his arms behind his back briefly before taking a more studious position. He needed to be attentive. This was a really important topic. And for some reason it was even more important to him as of then. Chinese Confucianism formed much of the history and values of many of the early empires and kingdoms of China, and continued to form an influence on public conscience. There was a deeper interest there from some part of him, but he just chalked it up to being excited to learn some new things.
After all, his family had brought him up to deeply value learning new topics and information in school. Hence Drake didn't even notice as he turned to the page to start reading and studying that his skin color was lightening somewhat further. He was much too caught up in reading the information at hand.
He loved being a scholar and a sportsman. Too often people assumed that just because he was a sportsman that meant he was a dimwit, more effort put into his pecs and abs than his schoolwork. But Drake was eager and able to prove them wrong. He read about the start of Confucianism and the time that birthed it, tilting his head to the side as he did so. His hair straightening slightly more. He was liking this class so far. Teacher let them learn at their own pace - which in Drake's case was definitely a boon.
Filial Piety was already something he was big on; he was nothing if not loyal to his family. He'd never do them wrong. If he knew something was wrong in the family or something was happening, he'd be sure to say something. Even if that went against someone else.
Humaneness was another value he saw the definite virtue in. He'd made sure not to be one of THOSE jocks from this school, the type that picked on those weaker than them for not lifting as many weights. It was sheer cruelty, and he didn't stand for that. And he made sure to intervene whenever that kind of thing came up.
Loyalty was again a big thing for him. If he had friends, he stuck by them through thick and thin. Like Chong-Hui. And for his part, Drake still intended every bit to find out what was wrong - and put it to right for his friend's sake.
Rites meaning a sense of religious due was a complicated one - while he wasn't personally religious, he respected those among his friends and family who were, and was willing to help them out with any rites or rituals that they needed for their fulfillment of dues. It was more or less just what Drake did.
Yet even as he started to read further into more of the history of Confucian Philosophy and the importance it played, Drake groaned as he started to feel an encroaching sensation pile on to him. His clothes being so oddly tight on him in places was producing a rather predictable reaction from the likes of him; arousal. He grumbled, "...Freaking hormones...interrupting my learning process..."
Drake tried to ignore it and continue on - noting as he did it seemed his pecs were slightly more pronounced and his shoulders a slight bit thicker near the rear delt. He rolled his shoulders and tried to focus on his book. Drake bit his lip and read about the Qin Empire and their interpretations, even as his distraction more than insisted on some resolution. His cock was hard in his pants, waggling like a joystick, insistent and without regard for circumstance.
Drake made one final attempt to continue on with the lesson...
...And then asked to be excused to the restroom. Thankfully, nobody seemed to notice his problem. Drake began to quickly move toward the restroom, groaning as he bemoaned the fact his learning was being interrupted by this carnal, basic need. He moved right past the mirror, not even noticing the variety of new changes, and locked himself in one of the stalls.
He then took off his shirt and let his pants fall to the ground, looking at his unruly organ. "Okay, let's get you taken care of, then head back to class..."