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.,As time went by, with more and more people entering the hall under the guidance of staff, the frequency of opening the door decreased significantly as noon approached. Sometimes, for half an hour, no one came in at all.,Zhang Meng, since he hadn't received an invitation to the Association Grand Competition, was politely escorted out of the hall by staff while he was still waiting.。