"Excuse me, could you move your feet..."
"Excuse me, could you move to the side..."
"Excuse me, could you let me through..."
"Sunflower seeds, cigarettes, lighters, popcorn..."
In the midst of many disapproving glances, Jiang Lu nonchalantly took his seat.
In front of him, every seat was taken, but in his row, aside from him, there was just one other person; Jiang Lu figured that must be the person who got to the training camp ahead of him.
However, Jiang Lu bore no ill will towards him.
Or perhaps, to put it another way, he held no ill will towards any of the competitors here.
Not that he was targeting anyone in particular, but in his view, everyone present was trash.
If he thought about it, even if he capsized in a gutter and was eliminated, he was just here to practice for the camera, solely for the sake of that plate of vinegar-soaked dumplings. Whether he could successfully debut or not didn't really affect him, so naturally, he had no reason to be anxious.