The next day.
It was the fifth day of the Olympics.
Zhang Ye practically pulled an all-nighter by himself in the studio to research his new role for today. He had listened to commentary for an event from the last Olympics while his desk was littered with all kinds of information, such as the detailed schedules and rules of each event, the referees' judging criteria, the world records for the events, the athletes' best results, the likelihood of someone winning a medal, etc. Zhang Ye had spent the entire night going through the thick stack of information prepared for him by his staff. If one wanted to go on a live broadcast to commentate the Olympics, it wouldn't be possible without a foundation. Zhang Ye knew that he had to at least do some basic research to be ready for it. Since he accepted the job, he wouldn't go into it without making preparations.
The phone rang.
It was his mother. "You didn't come home yesterday night?"
