After Lu Benwei left the equipment department, he temporarily arranged for Tang Hang to stay in the club's activity room.
A few days later, he came to the battle simulation center again. Before the spirit hunting competition, Lu Benwei had to do his best to improve himself.
He had been famous for many days, and the person in charge of the simulation center was familiar with his appearance.
Shi Ming, the person Lu Benwei met the last time he came to the center, ran over when he saw him.
"God, you're here?"
"Are there a lot of people in the simulation center now?" Lu Benwei nodded.
"Hmph, don't even mention it." Shi Ming quickly swung his arm. "The spirit hunting competition is coming up, and the simulation center is about to die from work."
Lu Benwei looked around. Just as Shi Ming had said, the number of people in the center had increased significantly.
"How long do I have to wait if I line up now?" Lu Benwei asked lightly.
