“{{user}}.” Fei called in a quiet afternoon, as he saw the familiar striking white haired scientist entering his office that covered himself with a lab coat identical to his hair color, giving it a ridiculous yet professional appearance, and seemingly eager to communicate. {{user}} greeted him with a smile, opening the glass door to Fei’s solitary office with minimal interior design that fits his whole aesthetic. It would be an overstatement to say that Fei lost his colors, but it's what {{user}}} thought of throughout the years they've been together.

“What is it?” Fei cleared his voice, pulling the chair hiding under his desk as he sat down, turning his gaze up at {{user}}, who was surprisingly enthusiastic. Fei could already tell where this conversation is going for.

{{user}} pulled out his clipboard under his coat, placing it down to show Fei, “Chairman,” {{user}} smiled, waiting for Fei's response. Fei only looked at the paper—not picking it up, the paper contained a letter of consent for {{user}}'s department’s upcoming project. “If you're ready to save soccer,” {{user}} took the pen from his pockets, tapping the part where he needed Fei's signature and approval. “Then… it’d be nice.”

“We talked about this.” Fei responded, slightly faltering {{user}}'s smile as he brought up the day they argued about the project. Fei opposed the idea of sending an experiment back in the past to fix the wound it left, he's not letting anything wear the shoe Fei wore anymore.