Middle of the night.
Yao Jiancai stared in amazement, "Bro, that's awesome!"
Zhang Ye laughed, "Hur hur, I'm just so-so."
"How on earth do you do it?" Yao Jiancai was still looking at his cellphone screen as he asked, "Did they somehow get the rankings wrong? Why did the 28 of us drop in ranking, but only you rose up?"
Zhang Ye explained, "There was a crosstalk actor called Tang Dazhang who seemed to keep finding fault with me and pissed me off, and so I began posting some poems, one a day and somehow my rankings rose up little by little."
Yao Jiancai was stunned. He said, "Tang Dazhang? I knew him from my days as a crosstalk actor. We've even met a few times before. How did the two of you come to clash?"
Zhang Ye said innocently, "You should ask him. I didn’t step on his tail first."
"Then after that you posted a few poems?" Yao Jiancai asked.
"Yea." Zhang Ye replied.
Yao Jiancai said, "What kind of black magic is that!? Let me take a look!"
