Doubts.
Curiosity.
Strangeness.
Glances from his colleagues bore down on him from all directions. They were staring at him. Some were even pointing at him while discussing him. Only a few people did not pay him any attention and were working with their heads down.
If it were any other ordinary person, they would definitely not be able to handle the fact that so many complex gazes were bearing down on him. At least, the person would feel unpleasant. It was as if that person was a Giant Panda that was being stared at and whispered about. Who could stand that? However, Zhang Ye happened to not be an ordinary person. This fellow was in no way stressed. Thinking back at Daming Lake*...Ai, that's the wrong phrase. Thinking back at the radio station, he had been evaded by numerous colleagues like he was the plague. Thinking back to the television station, he was treated as the God of Death by many of his counterparts. He was used to it.
