At the resort.
Outside the elevator on the seventh floor.
Zhang Ye bade farewell to the physicists and mathematicians and excused himself.
"I'll go back to my room first."
"Uh, are you really staying on the seventh floor?"
"You were really nominated for the Literature Prize?"
"Didn't I already say so?"
"Alright then, you sure are impressive."
"Zhang, come visit our room when you have time."
"Which floor are you all on?"
"We're on the eighth floor."
"We're on the ninth floor."
"OK, I'll move around as much as possible if I have nothing on."
Ding. The elevator door closed. The rest of the party proceeded upstairs.
Only then did Zhang Ye, Ha Qiqi, and Little Wang walk to the rooms with their luggage.
Little Wang was laughing as they walked in. "Director Zhang has left them all so confused."
