At eight o'clock the next morning, Du Yu hailed a ride on his phone and set off to collect his reward at the Bookhouse headquarters.
The whole way, Du Yu felt kind of weird.
Sitting in the back seat, he kept feeling like the taxi uncle was secretly checking him out?
Every time Du Yu glanced forward, their eyes would meet right in the rearview mirror.
Could it be that my eyes are just too darn good-looking?
Thinking that to himself, Du Yu pinched the brim of his cap and pulled it down a bit lower.
Finally, just as they got close to the Bookhouse HQ, the cabbie uncle couldn't hold back anymore and asked, "Hey, kid, are you Du Yu?"
"Uh." Du Yu looked puzzled. "Do we know each other?"
"Haha, told you I recognized you!" The cabbie grinned ear to ear. "I watched your finals on TV, the provincial channel broadcasted it!"
Du Yu: "Huh?"
The cabbie gave him a big thumbs-up. "Say no more, you're frickin' awesome!"
Du Yu: "..."
