Sleep wasn't in Zaen's fate. He had barely touched the bed when a sudden alarm killed his sleep. It wasn't just him, everyone else in the dorms woke up and began fidgeting with their uniforms.
As for the uniforms, they were nothing but white formal shirts and black formal pants. It was similar to the suits the agents wore, minus the suit, tie, and every other accessory.
"If it weren't for Senior Sister's warning, I'd be cooked," Zaen mumbled as he slipped into his uniform.
Ben Cho looked at him with surprise. Since he had arrived late like Zaen, he probably didn't know about the schedule. They were supposed to wake up sharp at three and report at the training ground.
After that, they could either head back to the dorms to catch ten minutes of sleep or have breakfast before reporting back for classes.
It's the same schedule as the military…
"Brother-in-law, could you—?"
"No," Zaen cut him off without listening to his request.
