Afternoon.
Grand Theater's hall.
The venue hosts were announcing the remaining Silver Microphone Award winners. There was still some commotion, but Zhang Ye had already left the venue and backstage. Along the way, Zhang Ye attracted the attention of many people. This was because outside the theatre, the staff had also heard Zhang Ye's poem. Some of them even saw him while they were below the stage. Therefore, there was such a strange scene happening now.
"Uh."
"Hey, look!"
"That's Zhang Ye."
"F***, this guy is too awesome!"
A few staff members kept staring at him like he was some kind of god.
Some others who were not aware of the situation could see the crowd watching Zhang Ye and parting when Zhang Ye passed through them and thought that he was some superstar. That can't be necessary, right? He's just walking along. Why does everyone need to send him off so properly?
"Who's that?"
"Don't you know? You weren't at the venue earlier?"
