The Empire of Reimia (3)

Marey rubbed his chin with his fingers – smoothly shaved, felt the collar of his shirt – starched, tightly buttoned, his hair, although not cut recently, was clean and neatly combed. “Are you guys messing with me?” he was about to ask, but glancing at Imir’s handsome face, the only one in the class who received a high score, he immediately understood the pointlessness of the question and the criteria for evaluation. “Yeah, well, excuse me,” the student said aloud and went out into the hallway.

Added 4 minutes later
/Intensive preparation – like last time?/