"Things are getting pretty heated online."
In the middle of the night, after coaxing their son Yang Guang to sleep, Su Ye returned to the bedroom and sat at the head of the bed, scrolling through her phone.
Yang Yang lay beside her with the blanket pulled tight. He looked as if he were already asleep, but after hearing Su Ye speak, he softly grunted to show that he had heard her.
"These gossip-loving netizens are really something. And those media reporters too—they love watching the world burn, each of them afraid that things won't get chaotic enough. They must have way too much free time." Su Ye sounded both exasperated and amused.
Yang Yang did not even open his eyes as he replied irritably, "Aren't you one of those gossip-loving netizens yourself?"
"How am I the same? If I didn't care about you, I wouldn't pay attention to any of this." Su Ye sounded perfectly justified.
Yang Yang gave two mocking laughs and did not answer her.
Over the past few days, Su Ye had asked him about the Golden Ball Award more than once. Each time, Yang Yang told her not to worry, but she still could not help worrying. In the end, Yang Yang could only tell her that he definitely would not be left off the list.
"Why?" Su Ye had been puzzled by Yang Yang's confidence at the time.
"Let's put it this way. Your husband might not count as one of the biggest names in world football yet. Whether they'll choose me to win the award, I can't say. But if a professional football Player of the Year ranking has a list of candidates and I'm not on it, then that ranking is no different from some worthless fake list."
"Do you think France