Shang Yechu stared intently at her phone screen. She suddenly felt a strong urge to confide in someone, but didn't know who to talk to. It was four in the morning; everyone was still asleep.

Excitement and loneliness surged into her heart at the same time. Suddenly, Shang Yechu's phone started buzzing.

Who called her at this time?

The vibration only lasted once before the call ended. Shang Yechu saw the caller ID and realized it was Zheng Bohan making the call.

Shang Yechu's heart stirred slightly, and she dialed back.

The other party answered in a second, their voice a little hoarse: "Hello, Xiao Ye."

"Teacher, you're not asleep?" Shang Yechu walked to the window and lowered her voice.

"You didn't sleep either." This is not a question, but a statement.

"Hmm." Shang Yechu didn't ask Zheng Bohan why he called, and went straight to the point: "Teacher, I saw the ratings for 'Yun Qing Ji'."

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone.

Shang Yechu emphasized, continuing, "Teacher, in the final stage, the ratings have actually surpassed ours. Considering the comparison of investment and marketing spending, we've already won."

Zheng Bohan gave a soft "hmm," then suddenly asked, "Do you think we can still win tomorrow?"

His tone was calm, but the questions he asked were anything but. Shang Yechu could tell he was panicked. Zheng Bohan was panicked.

Although Zheng Bohan shamelessly pressed for the role and passionately called on screenwriters, he was far less assertive than he appeared.

"Why not?" Shang Yechu countered.

"You have so much confidence in me?" Zheng Bohan couldn't help but let out a wry smile.

“It’s not just about you,” Shang Yechu said, becoming the more composed one, “it’s about 'us'.”

Before Zheng Bohan could speak, Shang Yechu said, clearly and unequivocally, "Teacher, we will still win tomorrow. Not only that, but we will win even more honorably and without any fault!"

Zheng Bohan was captivated by this heroic spirit. After a long while, he let out a long breath: "You're right. Tomorrow is the first time Emperor Pingzhao will appear on screen. The ratings are bound to be good."

"Teacher, please stop teasing me," Shang Yechu said with a smile. "Isn't disturbing my sleep in the middle of the night enough?"

"You, you!" Zheng Bohan laughed heartily, his laughter ringing out clearly in the night. "Really bothering me? I thought it was all a coincidence. The other day you were the one who egged Lao Qin on to come and confront me, don't think I don't know who it was!"

This little trick certainly wouldn't escape Zheng Bohan's notice, and Shang Yechu didn't care: "Teacher Qin just sold me out like that?"

"He's tight-lipped, but I'm not without brains myself," Zheng Bohan joked. "My apprentice is just as dedicated to this show as I am."

Shang Yechu could only smile and beg for mercy: "Alright, teacher, get some rest. There's a tough battle to fight tomorrow."

Zheng Bohan's tone also became serious: "Yes, I know."

Shang Yechu hung up the phone, gently parted one side of the curtain, and looked at the night view downstairs through the gap.

The lights were as bright as day.