At the venue.
It was dead quiet.
So quiet that the sound of Bangalore crashing to the floor could be heard!
So quiet that the sounds of a few Nobel Prize nominees doing spit takes could be heard!
Zhang Ye was still leaning back in his seat with a posture that wasn't very proper, with his hand maintaining the posture from when he was chatting with Anthony and Felicia. He turned his head to the stage and looked dumbfoundedly at the director, then at the winner's card in his hands!
Little Wang's jaw was hanging. "W-What did he say?"
Ha Qiqi said in shock, "Zhang Ye?"
Felicia looked like she had her tail stepped on. "Chinese author?"
Anthony was going crazy. "The Nobel Peace Prize?!"
Zhang Ye pointed at himself in disbelief. "Me?"
Bangalore became agitated. "Th-This is impossible!"
