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.,This little storm passed, but Wang Lin deeply etched this young man into his mind.,After finishing his speech, the man stood calmly by the door, silent and still, waiting patiently for the top fifty to be announced.。