The Hardships of a D

All eyes turned to one spot—a young man dressed in strange and flamboyant attire, leaning back nonchalantly in a chair, with his legs crossed and fingers constantly digging into his nostrils. He then casually flicked them away as if nothing had happened.,Finally, it reached midday. A middle-aged man in a shirt and with a goatee slowly pushed open the doors of the auditorium and walked in, casually locking the door behind him.,He looked around the entire hall, his face showing obvious surprise. After frowning and falling into deep thought for a moment, he opened his mouth and spoke:。