Like a floodgate that had been opened, the students of Class A rushed towards the open gate of the dormitory, racing to see who could get out first. However, their large number and the small size of the dormitory gate caused them to collide with each other.
Pushing and shoving ensued, with weaker students being thrown back by the stronger ones. It didn't matter whether they were nobles, merchants, or dirt poor commoners, everyone was trying to get out of the gate faster than the other students.
Artur, who had initially wanted to join the rush, changed his mind. He knew he would only be swept away by the stronger students. Looking around, he saw that other Class A15 students were also not rushing out.
They seemed to be waiting for something and stood idly watching the commotion in front of them. Artur's gaze turned to Robert, the only person who could be the reason why the Class A15 students were so relaxed.
"Robert, why aren't we moving now?" asked Artur.