After a short conversation, they hung up.
Shortly after, he got a call from his home.
“Son! What happened? Were you the person News Simulcast was reporting about? The name was Zhang Ye and a broadcast host flying from Beijing to Shanghai…..” His mother asked anxiously.
Zhang Ye laughed, “Mum, it’s me but I’m fine.”
“Do you want to scare me and your dad!” His mother said angrily.
“I didn’t have a choice, I was unlucky to have met such an incident.” Zhang Ye was not actually unlucky. Rather, the game difficulty had been adjusted by the dice roll.
His mother said, “But that doesn’t mean you should fly the plane!”
“If I didn’t, no one would be able to do it. Neither did any one else know how. I had to do it.” Zhang Ye laughed bitterly.
His mother scolded, “Only you can? Had to do a fart! You were a broadcasting major! What do you know about flying a plane!”