In the audience.
Under the attention of everyone, Zhang Ye went back to his seat.
The atmosphere of the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meet was pushed to its highest by "Shuidiao Getou". Everyone was getting more and more excited about the final results of the voting. Right now, the top ten spots are all held by people from the Writers’ Association. Even the next ten spots were scattered with people from there. It was an almost unanimous victory for them. But the breakout of Zhang Ye had put the whole contest into suspense and uncertainty!
"Teacher Zhang, you were great!"
"Good job! You didn't embarrass the Literature Channel!"
"Those Writers’ Association guys don't dare to speak up anymore? That's what they get for showing off! They are all humbled now!"
"Haha. Teacher Little Zhang, give me an autograph later; I want it as a memento."