Central Square.
It was already packed solid.
Several long lines stretched out at the entrance.
Several members of the Guard Bureau stood on either side, handling checks and guiding spectators inside in an orderly fashion.
Even the dedicated entrance prepared for the contestants was packed with people.
Five hundred people in a single line...
Some detailed checks were also necessary to prevent members of the Evil Cult from impersonating others and entering in disguise.
"Zhao Zicheng's here!"
"It's Zhao Zicheng!"
Soon, a cry rang out from the crowd, and every student turned to look at them.
They gritted their teeth.
The scenes from the elimination round remained vivid in their minds, and had even become an inner demon for many of them.
They would even jolt awake in their sleep.
They remembered that sewer at the finish line, and Zhao Zicheng, reeking from head to toe.
And... that sunny, honest smile.
"Haha, hello, everyone!"
"You're going to make me blush, staring at me like that."
"Oh, come on, you can't disrupt the proceedings because of me."
Zhao Zicheng looked a little bashful.
Standing behind his wheelchair, Yu Sheng kept his eyes straight ahead.
As though none of this had anything to do with him.
"Thanks for your hard work, comrades."
"Still lining up?"
"If there's nothing else, I'll head on in."
With that, Zhao Zicheng drove his wheelchair forward.
In the middle of the line.
Wu Qianqiu looked over coldly. "Are you trying to cut in line?"
Everyone eyed him with hostility.
Zhao Zicheng clicked his tongue and pointed at a nearby sign. "Would someone whose eyes work please read that out loud?"
The students instinctively looked over, then fell silent.
"Disabled access."
Looking back at Zhao Zicheng in his wheelchair, they found themselves momentarily speechless.
This was fucking absurd.