In just a few minutes, the number of views on that news article quickly exceeded 100 million, and the number of comments exceeded 100,000.
Tang Yili didn't dare to think deeply about it.
Of course she believed that Xun Lang was not a cowardly person because of one failure, but it was so serious that he had to withdraw from the competition. She didn't know what kind of inner suffering he went through before making this decision.
Tang Yili was worried about Xun Lang's physical injuries, and even more worried about his inner injuries. This worry was like a prairie fire, burning her so hard that she wouldn't sit down for a moment.
The lounge, corridor, and the stage at the end of the corridor were all filled with noisy voices.
Tang Yili stood in the corner, in vain, running through the names of people in his head over and over again. Who should he call, so that he could contact Xun Lang?
On the light white T stage, the staff were still carrying props. Tang Yili held her mobile phone and thought about it before deciding to make a call first and ask Cheng Zhun.
Cheng Zhun just learned about it from the news.
He was also surprised: "Can't you get through? It shouldn't be right?"
Tang Yili asked: "When did you last contact Xun Lang?"
Cheng Zhun was stuck, and it took him a long time to say: "I have never contacted Senior Brother individually, it was all Wei Ran. When he made a video call to Senior Brother, I went over to chat... They have been in contact... I'm sorry,
Senior sister, my competition schedule is different from theirs, so..."
Therefore, he didn't know Xun Lang's phone number in the United States at all.
Tang Yili suppressed his anxiety, said it didn't matter, and asked for Wei Ran's phone number.
At this point, she and Wei Ran had no choice no matter how bad they were.
Wei Ran was also competing in the United States. Tang Yili tried calling, but no one answered.
Tang Yili added Wei Ran as a WeChat friend, but there was no message from her.
At this time, Annie came to Tang Yili and asked her to come over for rehearsal.
Because the last part of the press conference is the appearance of designers and managers, who have to walk on the T stage and accept all kinds of criticism.
Half an hour later, the rehearsal ended.
Tang Yili stepped aside and took out his phone again. There was still no message in the friends column.
I don't know if Wei Ran didn't see it, or he just didn't want to pass. Anyway, her news was lost once again.
In the end, Tang Yili really had no choice but to think of Lei Penshen. She had Lei Penshen's phone number, which Xun Lang had given her. He had always said that when you couldn't find him, you could find his coach. The coach would always
Online.
But Tang Yili never wiped it.
Lei-Ban Shen was her Achilles heel. This time, she was desperate, so she had no choice but to call Lei-Ban Shen.
Unexpectedly, the other party answered quickly.
His voice was low and smoky, and he asked impatiently: "Who is it?"
"Coach Lei, I'm sorry to bother you," it was ten o'clock in the evening California time, Tang Yili took a deep breath, "I am Tang Yili."
The person on the other side didn't seem to think so. He paused for a while and asked what happened.
"I want to contact Xun Lang, but I don't have his phone number. Can I..."
"Can't."
Lei Banshen rejected Tang Yili very simply, and further blocked the possibility of contact between them.
"I don't know what happened to you, but Xun Lang just retired from the competition. You should have seen it from the news. There is a lot of abuse on the Internet. He needs to be quiet now. I hope you won't interfere with him again."
"Coach Lei...I don't want to interfere with him, I just..."
Before he could finish speaking, Lei Penshen had already hung up the phone. He allowed Tang Yili to call again, but the other party simply turned off his phone.
The last glimmer of hope was shattered.
Tang Yili leaned against the snow-white prop board, feeling powerless for a moment, defeating her tenacity that had persisted for several months.
She thought they had gone their separate ways, one to the east and the other to the west.
But as soon as something happened to Xun Lang, Tang Yili couldn't help but want to turn around and chase him.
Even if the price of pursuing him is to overthrow the fruits of her journey.
"Mr. Li!" Annie ran over happily, "There is a reply!"
Tang Yili was startled and looked at her with hope.
Annie: "Didn't we invite several famous ladies from the city to be our guests? Two of them just replied and said they can come and want to sit in the front row."
This is good news. Anne can decide where to place it by herself. She came to tell it purely to announce the good news.
But Tang Yili misunderstood and thought that the reply was the hope in her heart.
Therefore, as much as you desire, you will be disappointed.
Tang Yili forced a smile and said, Well done.
Annie said "Oh" and said, "Are you okay, Mr. Li, are you too tired?"
The ponytail she had tied up early in the morning was now almost falling into a shawl. Tang Yili did not look glamorous enough, but she still held on and said it was okay.
Annie nodded, turned to the phone, and discussed with Wang Jian about arranging seats for the ladies.
"Annie."
Annie had just finished talking on the phone. She held up the phone and turned to look at Tang Yili.
"Mr. Li?"
Tang Yili: "You have just been through the rehearsal. As a designer, you can wrap up the show tomorrow, right?"
Annie didn't understand, "It's possible, but..."
"I have to fly to the United States, and I'll leave the press conference to you tomorrow."
Anne was shocked.
This is a project they have been busy working on for half a year, and it is finally coming to an end tomorrow, but Tang Yili just left.
"Mr. Li, what's the matter? Do you have to leave today... Wouldn't it be better to wait until tomorrow? It's less than twenty-four hours. You can't wait for anything..."
"I can't wait another minute."
Tang Yili was wrapped in a down jacket, and her lonely figure quickly disappeared from the chaotic scene.
She drove home first to get her ID, and before leaving the house, she went back to get a power bank and stuffed it into her pocket.
After leaving the community gate, Tang Yili took a taxi and went straight to the airport.
Fortunately, she found a ticket on the road that would take off in two hours, and she was able to rush to the boarding gate just in time.
The plane lifted up to the sky at an angle of thirty degrees, the city gradually shrank, and the afterglow of the setting sun dyed the clouds at an altitude of thirty thousand feet.
Tang Yili thought silently in his heart, just let me take a look at you.
Let me take a look at you to make sure that you are still the Xun Lang you once were, still high-spirited and not beaten down by pain...
Even if it doesn't belong to me, it doesn't matter.
…
It was already twenty-three hours after Tang Yili landed in California.
She turned on her phone, and messages were pouring in, overwhelming her with stress.
There is Wang Jian.
There is Anne's.
Of course there is also Tang Feng.
Even if she turned back now, it was already too late - the press conference was in progress - her reply would definitely cause another chaos, so she simply checked them all off as unread, out of sight and out of mind.
After doing all this on her phone, she started to think about another thing.
She ran over in a hurry, how could she find Xun Lang now?
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