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The discussion of the preliminary plan had ended at half past one in the morning.
A group of coaches arrived at the broadcast room, turned on the broadcast, and the lights on the sports field lit up.
Two a.m.
In the cold of winter, people were exceptionally prone to drowsiness, and by this time, most of the students had entered sleep.
"Beep beep beep—beep beep—"
"Assemble! Assemble! Emergency assembly!"
"You have 5 minutes to tidy up, put on your training suits, and hurry to the sports field!"
Suddenly, urgent whistles blared from the broadcast along with Oswald Haywood's furious, bellowing voice.
The students, deep in sleep, were awakened by this deafening sound. After a moment of confusion, they became fully alert and started to scramble into their clothes.
"Damn it, what the fuck is going on, calling an assembly in the middle of the night? Are these people sick?"
"My clothes, where did I put my clothes? Damn, I can't find them."
