Alright then, I’ll say something.” Zhang Ye turned to face everyone, and paused for a moment. He said, “I recall.. that someone said I cheated?”
Everybody laughed, treating it as a joke.
Only the people from the Beijing Writers’ Association had ugly expressions. They were thinking, “Aren’t you done? Why do you still mention the past? Why are you so petty?”
But in fact, Zhang Ye was a petty person. The more people did not want him to mention something, the more this fellow would mention it. “I want to know who reported me, and I want to ask the comrade from the Beijing Writers’ Association who came on stage a while ago saying I cheated. The judges and comrades from the Couplet Organization had not investigated, and had eventually allowed my participation, but why did you say it in such a certain fashion that I cheated?” He stared at the youth from the Writers’ Association offstage, “Shouldn’t you apologize to me? This is just the most basic respect, right?”