In the audience.
Wang Xiaomei was fiddling with her phone, "Can you access the internet?"
Zhang Ye didn't know if she was asking him, but replied anyway, "Ah, there is no signal."
"How will you post without the internet?" Wang Xiaomei glanced at him.
Zhang Ye blinked, "How did you know I would participate in the poetry contest?"
Wang Xiaomei replied matter-of-factly, "With your temper, you wouldn't swallow your pride just like that. See you, or not, there will you stay, no sorrow, nor joy? I didn't take that seriously."
Zhang Ye was embarrassed. It was true; he was not that forgiving.
"Do you need me to ask around for whose phone has a signal? And borrow it for you?" Wang Xiaomei took the initiative.
Zhang Ye replied, "There’s no need for that. If I want to post, I will go outside to post. But I have yet to think of a poem. Teacher Xiaomei, what's with you?"
