Tang Yili handed the USB flash drive to Xun Lang and asked him to check it, and then put the matter aside for the time being.
Because a new episode of recording has started again.
In order to prepare for the final chapter of the program on New Year's Day, the recording of the last three episodes has been compressed together and will be recorded in one go within the next half month.
This excruciating rhythm made both the instructor and the students collapse.
Some people have to adjust their work schedules, and some have to ask for leave from school. Only Tang Yili has the heart to compete for the championship and is full of motivation.
On the day of the individual competition, she personally gave a lot of guidance to the students, and even worked hard to be a pattern maker for everyone. In this way, the students were grateful for her humiliation.
The director team also caught this scene in time and planned to strengthen Tang Yili's professional character in the later stage.
When Kitty found out, she was extremely disdainful. When chatting with the other three instructors, she simply called Tang Yili hypocritical.
"No one knows what her family's background is. She insists on working harder than anyone else. Is it fake or not?"
No one dared to talk, but the words quickly reached Tang Yili's ears.
Linda was angry on her behalf.
Tang Yili didn't argue. She and Kitty had finally formed a feud. Kitty probably hated herself for delaying her from receiving the award. It was just a few words to hurt herself. Tang Yili decided to use his strength to shut her up.
Mouth.
Soon, as expected, this round of individual competition was won by Qi Huanhuan. She was also the final unofficial champion of the individual competition and had the highest voice in the entire network.
Therefore, Qi Huanhuan's situation is similar to that of Tang Yili, and he is also one of the most marginalized by students.
After the recording of the eighth episode, everyone had turned day and night. At six o'clock in the morning, when they walked out of the studio building, Tang Yili and Qi Huanhuan bumped into each other, exchanging glances with tired smiles.
It rained in Beishi today, and it turned to light snow near the early morning. The road outside was now slippery and muddy, and everything was dirty.
Tang Yili extended an invitation: "Shall I give you a ride?"
Tang Yili's background was no secret for a long time. She was dressed luxuriously and was surrounded by bodyguards. The female students even discussed in private how much a chain on her hand was worth.
It is especially easy for such women to find out the inferiority complex of their peers, but Qi Huanhuan does not.
She glanced at the dark weather and smiled brightly: "That will be troublesome."
Under Qi Huanhuan's command, the driver turned left and right into a retreat area.
Half-demolished farmers' houses and rubble are everywhere here. Occasionally, you can see decaying gray brick walls with the word "demolished" painted on them.
Qi Huanhuan: "We're right ahead. It's hard to turn around there. Just stop here."
Tang Yili didn't say anything. Of course, the driver couldn't save trouble and still turned the car to the main entrance of the courtyard ahead.
"Would you like to go in and sit for a while? I've recently learned how to make coffee. Would you like to try it?"
These words don't sound like false politeness at all, but rather like old friends whom I haven't seen for many years - I recently learned how to make coffee, would you like to try it?
"OK."
Anyway, when Tang Yili returned home, it was just a face-to-face meeting with Xun Lang, but nothing happened.
Tang Yili wrapped herself in a down jacket and followed the car into the hospital.
"I rented this small bungalow. It's very cheap. Unfortunately, I have to vacate it soon. I'm still looking for a place to move... Mainly because I have too many books and it's hard to move..."
The left and right wing rooms in the small courtyard were abandoned, dark, and did not look like they were inhabited.
There was only a small light bulb hanging in the middle of the main room. When the switch was pressed, the cobalt yellow light immediately warmed the entire room.
There are very few daily necessities in the house. Instead, it looks like a bookstore, with books piled everywhere on the shelves and in the corners.
When Tang Yili walked into it, he didn't feel any smell of poverty. Instead, the coffee machine grinded for a while, and the aroma of bitter and burnt food soon wafted into the room.
There is a long desk by the window, with a row of strange succulent plants placed on it.
Qi Huanhuan put the coffee on the table, pulled out the high chair below, and asked Tang Yili to sit down.
At that time, Tang Yili was standing next to the wood-colored bookshelf, flipping through a French book.
And that shelf is full of French books.
"Are these books all yours?" Tang Yili asked.
Qi Huanhuan walked over and took a look: "Well, when I was studying in France, I bought some second-hand items. When I returned to China, I couldn't bear to throw them away, so I sent them back."
"I spent a lot of money, but I still lost a lot."
Qi Huanhuan shrugged and smiled, his face looking very kind.
But on the body
Tang Yili looked at her and felt that this girl had a unique temperament, which was indescribable harmony and contradiction with the environment.
What's harmonious is that her laziness and uncontroversial fit in with this dilapidated area; what's contradictory is that it's the delicate and self-centered side, which comes from the French book that she has to carry with her at will, or the cup of coffee without sugar?
It’s hard to say.
Tang Yili likes this tune very much.
"Do you like Paul Ai Lu Ya?" Qi Huanhuan saw the open book in Tang Yili's hand.
This contemporary French poet always writes romance very clearly——
"Besides loving you, I have no other wish. A storm fills the canyon, and a fish fills the river."
They spoke in unison, read the same line of poetry, and used the same language—French.
The coincidence created a knowing smile between the two at the beginning.
Qi Huanhuan just said that she studied in France, so she was more surprised than Tang Yili's expression.
"The TV station's introduction said that you are a 100% local local designer. Can you speak French?"
Tang Yili: "Only a little bit."
"When I first entered college, I ambitiously learned French for a while because I wanted to study abroad at ESMOD in Paris."
"ESMOD?"
Qi Huanhuan showed surprise again, and then said with a humble smile, "I graduated from there."
ESMOD has a long-standing reputation and is one of the four major fashion schools in the world, known as the Harvard of Fashion.
Being able to attend a prestigious university and experience the influence of the world's top industry, it's no wonder that Qi Huanhuan has a lazy yet elegant temperament.
It turns out that people have capital.
She is not afraid of being ostracized by other students because the world has already recognized her.
Tang Yili smiled and raised his eyebrows, with admiration and maybe a little bit of envy for not having fulfilled his wish.
"The program team told me, 'How about you come from a poor family?' I always thought it was a script... It seems that it is true, you come from a prestigious school, why do you want to participate in this kind of talent show?"
Drafts are being held all over the country, but everyone looks down on them.
Qi Huanhuan smiled sheepishly: "Actually, my financial situation is really not good and I am short of money."
"The prize money provided by the program team for the first place was relatively generous, and I needed money to move, so I participated."
The two of them moved to the window. The coffee had lost its scorching temperature and was neither cold nor hot, just palatable.
Tang Yili took a sip and felt the fragrance in his heart.
At this time, Qi Huanhuan asked her: "Since you wanted to go to ESMOD, why didn't you go after graduation?"