Luo Yan walked into Venue No. 3, and a huge wave of sound surged toward him, drilling into his ears and shaking his eardrums.
There were so many people in the venue. Although it was not yet packed tight enough to block every passage, walking toward the registration desk along that short stretch felt like charging through a battlefield of thousands.
He finally squeezed his way out.
Just as he was about to greet the student in charge of registration,
the girl suddenly shouted, "Luo Yan!"
Luo Yan froze. He searched his memory first and confirmed that he did not know this girl, let alone had he offended her. Only then did he nod. "That's me."
The girl jumped up. "I knew it was you."
"I'm your fan."
"I've watched every recording of you from the Grand Sports Meet, and not just once—I've watched them more than ten times."
"My favorite was the battle where you used City Crusher."
"Oh, right. Could I??????????????? take a photo with you?"
Luo Yan had not expected this.
He calmly said, "Sure."
It was only a photo. It would not cost him anything.
Luo Yan was not so heartless as to refuse.
The girl had already run over. She picked up her selfie stick, pointed the camera at herself and Luo Yan, and struck a demure pose against him.
Click, click.
Several photos were taken.
Only then was the girl satisfied.
"You're here to register, right?"
"Are you competing in this venue?"
"Great! I'll definitely go cheer for you later."
"I'll register you first."
"Oh, your match is about to start."
"Hurry and get over to the arena to prepare."
Near the arena,
a teacher serving as the referee walked out. He glanced at Luo Yan, who had just arrived, and at the other