Chapitre 63: Chapter 62

Next morning, Chess was, once again, laying down on his bed, refusing to attend the class. Just like last time, both Angela and Hans went and checked on him, skipping their first class altogether.

"You're not feeling well?" Angela asked, placing the breakfast they brought into the table.

Hans, on the other hand, sat down beside Chess while having that smug look on his face.

"Ha, I always knew you were weak." He said, acting all high and mighty when in fact, Chess is just faking his sickness this time.

"Should we go to the infirmary?" Angela asked, looking very worried.

Right at that moment, an idea popped inside Chess' head. He then smiled and looked at Angela like a sickly poor kid.

"Should we?" he asked.

Angela looked at him, her eyes drooping with worry, before turning towards Hans who is now eating without even asking them to join him.