The language teacher was a bit embarrassed. She did not look much older than Zhang Ye, and she had also not graduated for more than two years. After she hesitated for a moment, she took out a book, “Actually, actually, it’s nothing important, just that… I especially like your poems. I have seen your ‘Flying Bird and Fish’, ‘The Song of the Stormy Petrel’ and ‘A Generation’ more than ten times. I can even recite them without a mistake now. Especially that ‘Dead Water’ you recited a few days ago.. I like that the most. I am one of your hardcore fans!”
Upon hearing this, Zhang Ye felt embarrassed, “Ah? Thank you, thank you.”
The language teacher held the book and looked at him, “Could I have an autograph? My husband also likes you. He likes your ‘Ghost Blows Out the Light’. He stays up late every night to tune in to it. He has not missed a single episode!”
Zhang Ye immediately took the book over, “There’s definitely no problem at all. How many do you want?”