Later that morning.
Zhang Ye's phone was ringing incessantly.
His mother called.
"Son."
"Yes?"
"Are the rankings going to be published tonight?"
"I think so."
"How confident are you?"
"Hai, who can say for sure?"
"How can you not know? This is such a big deal!"
"There's no use in worrying about it. I'm also waiting for the results."
Zhang Xia called.
"Little Zhang."
"Grandma Zhang."
"All the best; I'll be waiting to see you get to the top."
"Aiyo, there's not even a hint of it happening."
"But there's still a lot of hope that it will happen. You're the only person in the entertainment circle who has gotten this close to breaking into the S-list in recent years. If you can't get up there, there's even less of a chance for anyone else."
"Alright, I'll be counting on your blessings then."
"And I'll be waiting for your good news."
Zhang Yuanqi called.
