[Wei Yong] Looking for Lilia

Chapter 73

-PM19:45

-Backstage at the Blue Jays Theater

"I'm going crazy." Yang murmured, wearing a headset on her head, she seemed to be more restless than ever, and kept biting her nails.Standing beside her, Yuuri felt the heat of her anxiety spreading to him in waves, like an oven light standing beside him. "I hate JJ—no, guess what? He's dead to me from today on, and I'm going to call him Monsieur Leroy."

"Uh—relax?" Yuuri whispered, and he reached out and patted her on the shoulder awkwardly. "Didn't they say they found him?—Chris was over."

"Of course I know—" Yang raised her voice again, several assistants looked at her in surprise, they probably thought there was a fire, "Of course I know Chris went, but anything can happen, in this— — on such an important occasion! He should have known!"

"Ugh..." Yuuri had a hard time not connecting her anxiety to himself on stage for the first time tonight, because he'd known Yang for a week, and she hadn't looked this hostile one night, and never once had she worn But with the military helmet headset on her head that seems to have been stolen from a 007 movie, with her current ability, if she suddenly told Yuuri that she was in command of the Pacific War, he would believe it, "I'm sure it's fine."

She turned her face to the side, sizing up Yuuri, as if she had just noticed him standing next to her.Just when she was silent and staring at Yuuri, he could hear the noise of people coming from outside the curtain—hundreds of spectators entering, hundreds of strangers... with excitement and anticipation ( Maybe?)... It is said that many of them have come from a long way, and the road conditions have become very bad not long ago when it rained heavily... They were all waiting to see a good show, just at beyond the curtain.

When he thought of this, a familiar rampant feeling finally appeared in his stomach.

"You know," Yang said suddenly, "Based on my first impression of you, your current performance is really calm at the OOC level."

Her words pulled Yuuri out of his loop of scaring himself - for a moment, he found himself forcing himself to get nervous, he was always nervous, and when he wasn't nervous, it was like... like he wasn't enough The attention is the same, but how can he not attach importance to this performance?This may have been a few times in his life, but he was very... calm.

"Honestly?" Yuuri said, "I was a little surprised too." Yang spread his hands and made an "what did I say" expression.

"When I first met you," Yang said, "I thought you were going to run away." Her words were almost exactly like Victor's.

He shrugged, "Is it the impression that I keep my head down when I talk, or did the three 10 minutes when I disappeared because we first went out to dinner betray me?"

"I can't say..." Yang touched his chin and said, "You are a very complicated person, you know? Sometimes you look shy and timid, but sometimes you are the calmest person I have ever met Man, I'm serious."

"Whoa," Yuuri said, "so—do you need to know two more guys?" He joked, and Yang slapped him, lightly, with little effort, and her brow twitched some.

"It's all right," she said sincerely, "you'll be great—I know that."

Yuuri looked into her eyes, and somehow he had the feeling that even though they had been friends for a whole week, from this moment on, he was truly accepted by her, not just " Victor's friend", he finally had nothing but the label "Katsuki Yuuri" in her eyes.

"Thank you." He replied with the same stern expression, feeling vaguely moved in his heart: You must admit that the feeling of being recognized by others is more shocking than anything else to a person like him.They had a quick hug, Yang patted him on the back, and she sniffed when they parted, both a little embarrassed.

"I'm going..." She suddenly pressed the headset on one side, the voice from the background was too noisy, she seemed to be unable to hear clearly, "What, who, where?" She listened, her brows gradually opened, She looks relieved and says to Yuuri, "He's ready, JJ—I mean Mr. Leroy—can start."

Yuuri's heart finally let out its first violent beating.

-PM19:57

- The first row of audience seats in the Blue Jay Theater

"Thank goodness!" Phichit said, he wiped the rain from his face, followed by Chengji and Guanghong, the three boys were soaked by the rain in different places, they risked their waists to find their seats, Spectators, dripping from the rain on them, looked at them unhappily. "Sorry ma'am—excuse me sir—I wish you a good day—"

"Let me just say—" Sara walked in the back, she looked better than the boys, she was wearing Seungji's jacket, her makeup and hair were impeccable, but her lower body was also soaked. "In this matter, I think the responsibility lies with Phichit."

"How can this be all my fault?!" Phichit yelled, attracting more stares and dissatisfaction. The show was about to start, and the lights were being lowered. "I wouldn't have known it was going to rain!"

"I warned you!" Sara said. "What would Yuuri think if we missed his performance?"

"He won't think about anything because it's a surprise!" Phichit replied in a low voice, "And you're not too wet at all, look at Chengji and Guanghong!" Sara was so angry that she couldn't speak, They finally found their seats, and the four of them finally sat down. The blue light shone on Guanghong's face. He unconsciously sat between Chengji and Sara, staring at the phone screen.The two could only look at each other from afar.

"Did you post it?" Sarah asked, "Guanghong?"

"Not yet," Guanghong said faintly, "I——I have to think about it." He deleted another sentence he had just edited.

"I don't know why you're so embarrassed," Phichit said, "If you want to hang out with him, just say yes, if you don't, block him—is it that difficult?"

"You're such a heartless robot, Phichit," Sara muttered, and Seunggi pinned Phichit's face and pushed him to the other side, stopping them from continuing their bickering.

"Thanks, dear," Sarah said gratefully, when a voice beside her spoke.

"You know, he's a typical 'emotional disorder,'" said the red-haired girl sitting on Sara's left, wisely. "Very classic, have a chocolate roll?"

Sara found herself warming to her right away, and ignoring Phichit yelling "what are you talking about?", she took the chocolate roll and gave some to the others - who just forgot about Phichit. "Sarah Crispino," she said. "This is Guanghong, Chengji, and Phichit."

"My name is Mila Babitcheva," replied the red-haired girl. "Let me guess—is your boyfriend in the middle, your childhood sweetheart?"

Phichit moved closer to Chengji's ear. "Congratulations," he whispered, "your girlfriend just found a best friend who is just as beautiful as her—you've had it."

Judging from Chengji's expression, if anyone's good friend would make my relationship difficult, it could only be my own, but Phichit immediately said: "If you two break up, you said they will dating?"

Cheng Ji rolled his eyes, "Then if we break up, will you date me?"

"I'm flattered," Phichit said, "you and I would be super cute in couple clothes."

At this moment, the lights were suddenly dimmed completely, and the audience seats fell silent with it.

The curtain slowly unfolded to both sides.The show is about to begin.

-PM20:00

-Route 134 one kilometer outside Blue Jay Town

Police Officer Louis Smith irritatedly lowered the window by a small slit, and the wind and cold rain slapped in, and Mrs. Smith, who was sitting in the driver's seat, screamed.

"Louis! Shut the windows, honey, you'll catch cold." And my bun will be messed up--she added to herself, but didn't say it.Mr. Smith glanced at her.

"We're late, Charlie," he said in a dead tone, "you don't have to sit up to protect your hair anymore—we're late."

"Don't say that," said Mrs. Smith, who was also very anxious. She had worked so hard to get these tickets, and they were expensive as hell on the Internet. "I'm sure we'll only miss a little."

Mr. Smith tilted the steering wheel.He honked the horn a few times irritably, but the car remained motionless in the long queue, and the front seemed to be restricted.

"I knew we shouldn't have come," complained Mr. Smith. "We should have stayed at home and read those files..."

"Oh God, please don't mention the damn file Louie!" cried Mrs. Smith. "You can't catch a killer single-handedly. Put that stupid idea away!"

Suppressing his frustration, Mr. Smith breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yeah, you're right," he finally said, "I shouldn't have said that—let's—let's enjoy our vacation."

Having said that, there is no tendency for the team to accelerate.

-PM20:01

-Blue Jay Police Department

"I've told you a hundred times," said Thomas Dick, his hands cuffed to the radiator and he had to squat down to avoid the rubbing of his wrists. You know, that guy named Katsuki Yuuri—he used unscrupulous means..."

"I've told you a hundred times, buddy," replied Patrol Inspector Buddy Stridge, who, with his feet on the table and flipping through the With a pornographic magazine called "Boobs Attack", "We don't care about that-stay here for a while, and you can go home when the time is up."

"If you ask me," said his partner, Detective Wilburs, "I personally think you can go now, and better make a fuss and give that domineering dancing bitch a taste of— —You should listen to her voice, Buddy, when she talks you'd think her toilet bowl was made of gold."

They began to berate Elizabeth Yang loudly and vitriolicly, and Buddy contributed a number of fantastic metaphors, Will's favorite being the one about the donkey.

-PM20:05

-The left side of the backstage curtain of the Blue Jay Theater

Victor took a deep breath.He was wearing a medieval-style shirt and tight-legged trousers, with a complicated collar tie, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

He watched the ensemble of dancers frozen in sculpture on the stage, and waited.

"Are you nervous?" JJ asked next to him, "For the first time in eight years?"

Victor glanced sideways at him. "It seems a little too late to say that now," he said, and JJ grinned.

"Seeing the great Viktor tense is never to be missed."

They stood quietly for a while, until the voices inside and outside the curtain fell silent, as if they had reached a certain critical point, the sound made the first jumping note, the curtain seemed to be opened on both sides, and the lights on the stage were turned on .

"It's your turn." JJ said, "One last question, if I marry Yang, is it possible for you to be a witness? This will increase my chances of success—" He noticed Victor's expression, and changed his words: "Or it's not so selfish, it's okay to discuss it after the matter is over."

He patted Victor on the back, turned and backed away.Victor took a deep breath.

He stepped onto the stage.