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.,"Oh, I almost forgot to tell you something. If there are still more than fifty people standing on the stage after half an hour, then everyone will be eliminated, and this year's Association Tournament will end early."。