“Little Chen, Little Xu, why are you so early?”
The tickets for the Literature Channel were all in serial, so they naturally all sat together. Some came alone, while some brought their lovers. Some even brought their children.
After greeting each other, everyone sat down.
Right in front was the Beijing Radio Station’s News Channel’s seats. Zhāng Yě was sitting in the first row. Clearly, it was for him to easily go onstage to receive his award. He had already made his preparations. At this moment, he turned around after being reminded. He looked at Zhang Ye and raised his hand with a smile to attract Zhang Ye’s attention, “Zhang Ye.” He was the same age as Zhang Ye, but had entered the station half a year earlier, so he did not use the salutation of “Teacher”.
Zhang Ye looked over, “Oh?”
Zhāng Yě laughed, “Why aren’t you sitting in front? The both of us are nominated for our station.” There was not too much of a problem with these words, but people felt uncomfortable hearing it.
Everyone knew that Teacher Zhang Ye did not sit in the first row for nominees because he knew he would not win. Yet you had to rub it in? Aren’t you doing this on purpose!?