Early next morning, Chess stood up in front of the mirror, contemplating on whether to use the new uniform the Chairman gave him or just use the older one.
There's actually no difference with the uniform itself, just the fact that the Chairman gave him the other.
Chess thought there must be something.
But, in the end, he decided to just use his regular uniform. The one he got when he first entered the university.
"I'll wear this next time." He mumbled while looking at the untouched uniform on the case.
After that, Chess was ready to go.
The moment he opened the door, a hand appeared before his eyes, left hanging in the air as if it was reaching out for the door knob.
Chess raised his brow at Hans who owned the hand.
Hans embarrassedly laughed before putting his hand down and looking at Angela who was standing beside him.
"Are you attending class today?" he asked without looking at him.