Jiang Feng, feeling uneasy, continued to sit in the corner and silently eat his boxed lunch, while Zhang Guanghang sat on one of the only two sofas in the resting area, surrounded by women staff members of various ages.
Longan, cherry, freshly squeezed juice, exquisite fruit plates...
Jiang Feng looked at the basic boxed lunch with two vegetarian dishes and one meat dish in his hands and the bottle of now cold boiled water at his feet.
What a stark contrast, what a vast disparity.
Jiang Feng immediately turned his head away, not looking anymore, not looking anymore; indeed, comparisons to others can really kill one's spirit.
At around 7:40, staff members came to call the contestants to take their places at the competition site.
