Big Thunder? Meng Dongguo? Little Red Mushroom?
There were still about a dozen people behind them. Hearing the fans shout, it seemed that there was also the romance author, Zheng Anbang?
Weren’t these people those who had scolded him yesterday? Hei, alright. All of them came?
Zhang Ye stared deeply at all of them as he remembered all their faces. Suddenly, someone shouted at him from behind.
“Teacher Zhang Ye. Aiyah, I’ve finally found you. I reserved a seat for you. Our Literature Channel’s seats are in the middle of the back row. Let me bring you over.” a youth who had just joined the Literature Channel said.
“Alright, let’s go.” Zhang Ye followed him into the auditorium.
Zhang Ye?
He is that Zhang Ye?
Upon hearing this, Meng Dongguo, Big Thunder, Little Red Mushroom and company all looked over.
Big Thunder was still confused over the situation. He did not have much of an impression of this name. Seeing Meng Dongguo and company’s expression, Big Thunder finally remembered the name, as he asked, “Which Zhang Ye? The one who wrote the so-called modern poem?”
Little Red Mushroom said, “Should be.”