In the corridor.
She was smoking gracefully while holding a cigarette pack between her fingers. Zhang Ye glanced at the words on it but did not know what brand it was. It was likely that this was a foreign brand for women as the cigarettes looked very slim.
Zhang Ye lit up another cigarette and said, "Did you grow up in Beijing?"
The redhead turned to look at him. "No, but my Chinese teacher is from Beijing."
"I see." Zhang Ye said in admiration, "You really learned it well."
The redheaded woman laughed. "I guess. I do have some talent for languages."
Zhang Ye gave her a thumbs up.
Now she asked, "Are you an athlete?"
Zhang Ye smiled and said, "No, I'm not."
"A volunteer?" she asked.
Zhang Ye shook his head. "I'm not that either. I'm just nobody to be concerned about."
She said, "Are you a local?"
Zhang Ye said, "That's right."
"I can hear it," she said with a smile.
