After sweating profusely in the morning, Yang Xiao returned to his room and took a hot shower.
A set of pajamas and a decent suit were already laid out on the bed. Yang Xiao glanced at them and felt the texture was neither silk, cotton, nor synthetic; it was something he had never encountered before—soft to the touch and very comfortable.
He put on the pajamas and went to bed to sleep until a ring of the telephone woke him up in the afternoon.
Yang Xiao was delighted as he picked up the receiver.
"Hello, it is time to get up. You have twenty minutes to prepare. Please make sure to arrive at the third floor hall before 2 o'clock."
A girl's voice, but not that of No. 25.
Yang Xiao felt a twinge of disappointment, hung up the phone, quickly changed into his clothes, put on his Armor, and headed to the third floor.
Yang Xiao noticed everyone had changed into new suits; it seemed the organization had prepared these clothes for them.
