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.,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.。