The next day.
8 AM in the morning.
The sky turned dusky and started to drizzle. This should be the first spring rain of the year. Although it did not rain heavily, the rain still pattered against the glass of the window.
Zhang Ye was still lying in bed under his blanket, not fully asleep but just alternating between consciousness and slumber. Because he had been sleeping a lot since yesterday night, he had recovered his tiptop shape after having had about 20 hours of sleep even though he had stayed up for a day and a night previously.
Ring, ring, ring.
The phone rang.
He opened his eyes and searched for a long time before he found his cell phone in the space between the pillow and the headboard. Looking at the caller ID, it displayed an unfamiliar number.
Zhang Ye picked it up. "Hello, who's this?"
It was an acquaintance. "Teacher Zhang, I'm Sun Han from Beijing Television Station."
Zhang Ye said, "Hello."
