Half an hour later.

Fang Ming and Yao fan have been sitting in the waiting place for the competition for half an hour, until the first round of the West Lake quarterly competition.

"shit, we don't have our number for the first round. Ha ha, it seems that the first round is to register first. I think someone should have filled in the form yesterday." Fang Ming looks at the crowd waiting for the match.

"absolutely, otherwise, how could so many people fill in the form in one morning? As long as I knew, we came to sign up yesterday Yao Fan said carefully.

"should be."

"either it should be,...