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.,Wang Lin caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye and immediately retracted his fist. He rolled on the ground, then with a whirlwind kick around the pillar, used his hands to support himself and kicked upwards at someone's face with both feet.。