At the studio.
Everyone was in a state of shock.
On the computer was the draft that Zhang Ye had written over the past three days. Everyone was looking at one another, over and over again, with a sense of horror. Many of the staff were very surprised that Director Zhang could actually finish writing a novel with so many words in just three days. But even that would have been acceptable since Director Zhang had fallen into such a state before when he was writing other prose. In a way, everyone here was so used to seeing something like that that they could accept it even if Zhang Ye were to write out 1 million words in a day. The thing that horrified them was something different.
Ha Qiqi stared and said, "English?"
Zhang Zuo also thought that he had it wrong at first. "Is that really English?"
Little Wang couldn't believe her eyes. "Is this English?"
Tong Fu said in an unsure tone, "It looks like English."
