In Norton Hall's Oak Room, a Bohemian crystal chandelier hung from the dome, scattering countless specks of light across the chessboard.
Caesar Gattuso leaned back in a dark green velvet armchair, an unlit Cuban cigar held between his long fingers. His icy blue eyes stared at the deadlocked battle on the board.
Amon lounged lazily in the high-backed chair opposite him, the collar of his white shirt casually open. The black queen traced a smooth arc between his fingers. When he pressed the piece onto e5, the ivory chessman struck the rosewood board with a crisp click.
Caesar's fingertips paused over the white knight before finally pushing it to c3.
"Which club do you think Lu Mingfei will choose?" Caesar suddenly asked. "The Student Union, the Lionheart Society, or that Freshman Union?"
Amon idly spun the black bishop between his fingertips. "He'll probably accept your invitation and join the Student Union."
"Oh?" Caesar raised a brow. "Why not the Lionheart Society? Chu Zihang's Golden Eyes are quite appealing to freshmen. A lot of people think they're cool."
"Lu Mingfei..." Amon chuckled. "There's a lion hidden in his bones, but he always wants to disguise himself as a hamster. Make him a leader? He'd rather hide in his dorm and play games until the end of the world."
Amon lifted a piece. The black rook slid across the board and captured a white pawn.
He continued, "Qilan spends all day chasing after him, trying to hand him the president's position. Just thinking about dealing with club paperwork is enough to make him flee in panic... As for the Lionheart Society...
"During Freedom Day, he took advantage of my duel with Chu Zihang to take him down with a shot from behind. That was our planned tactic, of course, but now he