[Wei Yong] Looking for Lilia

Victor's eyes circled Yang, JJ and Chris' faces one by one, with unpredictable expressions.

"Ah?" JJ was the first to speak, "I think I behaved pretty well, he didn't suspect anything at all!"

"I also don't think he sees anything wrong," Yang said. "Is he a little... stupid?"

Victor looked at her, pursing his lips.He was about to open his mouth to say something, when Chris interjected, "He's definitely not stupid, you'll find out if you stay with him for a few more days, he just takes every word Victor says seriously." JJ and Yang couldn't help but exchanged words A sympathetic look.

"Oh, silly boy," Yang said, "I'm sorry for him."

"Farewell—sorry for yourself first," Victor said grimly, still terrified that Yang almost slipped her tongue before the interview—she almost ruined all plans.Noticing his gaze, Yang guiltyly fiddled with the end of his hair.

"I don't know what you're complaining about!" JJ interjected, "We're not professional actors!" Even if he was a professional actor, Victor felt he couldn't be more satisfied with his performance than at this moment, so he - as usual - ignored JJ and turned to Yang.

"Chris?" he said, tilting his head in Chris's direction. "What do you think?"

"Hey I'm still standing here!" Chris yelled, but he was ignored.

"Our executive director dropped the pick," Yang explained, "she went back to New York last week without saying hello." JJ sneered from the sidelines.

"Sneaky to know who the show's choreographer is," he said. "It's slick to find out that we can't get information in her favor from us."

Yang gave him a half-condemnation and half-approval glance, but she said: "...As I said, she left, and I can't blame her. It's a personal choice, and we can't force it, so I posted a job offer." revelation."

Victor felt the vein on his forehead that had just subsided begin to twitch again.

"Recruitment," he said, "this is the most important thing in my life, and you sent a 'recruitment'? And," he glanced at Chris, "you got this guy?"

"Hey! Am I transparent or what? Hello?" Chris said, but the conversational two still ignored him, and JJ patted him on the shoulder sympathetically.

"What's wrong with Chris?" Yang asked back, "You have known each other for so long, and he is also very experienced."

"That's right," Chris suddenly seized the opportunity and thrust himself between the two of them. "What's wrong with me? Tell me." But before Victor opened his mouth to list his unreliability , he immediately moved on to what appeared to be another topic: "So may I deduce this: the so-called 'legendary choreographer' is you? All of this—travel, Lilia, even them," he said in Yang and JJ A big circle was drawn above his head, "You arranged all of this?" Victor nodded, and Chris let out a sincere admiration, "Wow——awesome, how long have you planned it?"

"Almost two years," Victor said. "It's not easy to coordinate the time of so many people."

Yang Zuo nodded as proof, "When Victor contacted us, the dance company's performance plan has been arranged until April this year." She said, "Me, JJ, and Leo, we are very happy to help, but we have already planned A good performance can’t be said to be done, so it’s procrastinated, and he also has to attend classes and coordinate time—so it’s procrastinated until now.”

"Two years." Chris said, "Two years!" He suddenly pulled his face and started an impassioned speech: "Two years! Haven't you considered your old friend Chris? Have you never Have you thought about how much my joining can add color to your plan?" He was heartbroken, and poked Victor's chest with his finger, "Think about how many resources I can bring to you!"

"But we are standing here now, everything is ready." Victor said calmly, "Is there nothing missing without you thinking about it?"

Chris covered his heart, his eyebrows tangled together, and he took a painful step backwards.

"Sad!" he yelled. "Really, sad!" He pumped his fists. "What did I do to make you feel like you have to exclude me?"

"You're nothing," Victor said, "you're just a little...bigmouthed."

"I didn't even know Katsuki Yuuri at the time!" Chris said. The hapless ghost who haunts Victor's dreams and dreams because he broke a leg and said goodbye?'" He paused to find all three of his friends - including JJ - hugging him. arm, looking—examining—him without saying a word. "What's wrong?"

"Uh, honey," Yang said, "you know, you guys...you really like checking Twitter."

"After I told you all this, are you sure you don't have the urge to post all this on Twitter right now?" Victor asked, although it was a question, the answer was obvious to several friends , Chris opened his mouth twice, and finally closed it angrily.

"Okay," he said, "I 'maybe' 'sometimes' gave away some secrets." But he was immediately complacent: "But so what, God help me, I heard Yang needs an executive director , the news that her team is employing a certain legendary figure's choreographer and director spreads all over the city again, the two add up, Dangdang! I'm coming!"

Victor looked at him helplessly. "Yeah, you're here," he says, and hits off with my Yuuri, who talks to you more than I do - but it's something Viktor won't say.Yuuri used to feel jealous when he said he wanted to say goodbye to Mira face to face, but now he's realized he doesn't even have the right to be jealous.

Chris looked extraordinary, as if he was satisfied that he finally joined Victor, and he asked, "So you-" He pointed to Yang and JJ, "You really put on two fake shows here. More than a week? Just to wait for him?"

"Of course it's true," Yang said. "'Famous dancer's whim to give back to his hometown' may be fake, but the legendary choreographer is real, so why not do it? And the audience's comments spread like wildfire. , quite a few people asked for leave, and those harsh critics suddenly gave unanimous praise—to be honest, when I saw the news, I thought it was an April Fool’s Day joke and the date was wrong—"Legendary Choreographer Reappears Myth, Elizabeth Yang finally took her proud and arrogant dance troupe to the top." She closed her eyes and took a breath intoxicated, as if a black and white print appeared in front of her eyes. JJ added: "If you want to read the report, there's a big copy at Liz's, oh of course I know you made the clippings," he waved his hand impatiently when he noticed Yang's shocked expression, "Is there anything you can escape? Through my eyes? I'm—a great JJ!"

As he spoke, he boasted and performed his signature moves, and the other three actively ignored him.

"So the evaluation is not bad?" Chris said, hammering on Victor's shoulder, "You are not bad! You are indeed a man who can stir up blood in the circle even if you leave. How are the ticket sales now?" The last sentence is for Yang.

"It's hard to get a ticket." Yang said, "To be honest, it's not my original intention. Now Leo is 'replacing' Xiaonan—you've all seen him, he hasn't fully developed yet, and his physical strength is a little behind. The effect is not satisfactory, if I knew it, I would have let Leo do two dances-this show is really amazing, hey Victor, do you mind if I..."

"You can take it anywhere you want," Victor said, "I don't mind."

"Thank you, you're so nice," Yang said, "but I actually wanted to say, would you mind helping us with our choreography a few more times?" She showed a dreamy expression, "Ah, think about it, What a scene! Nobody can compete with us anymore—”

Victor looked at her dumbfounded. "You have a dream." That's all he could say.Yang smirked at him.

"But here's a new problem," she said, "do you know how many eyes will be watching when your boy comes on stage? — five hundred. A full five hundred people, and there may be others who don't know how to hide Where is the invisible camera. In other words, there may be tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of people waiting to see him perform, and he—” She stopped, as if looking for a suitable word.

"He's not bad." JJ said, "The basic skills are very solid, and he's full of emotions, but his stamina is a bit weaker—but the whole program was specially created for him by Victor, so he can get enough buffer and rest." Yang raised his hand at him. Raising an eyebrow, Chris whistled.

"Are you complimenting him?" he said, "but I remember you complaining about being paired with amateurs before he came in—"

JJ coughed loudly.

"What's the matter?" Yang relieved him lightly, "who said that people are static? To be honest, I had the same idea at first—nothing else, Victor—I mean, you said He hasn't danced in years and got hurt again...I really thought he was just average amateur and I wonder why you...but I really get it all now you know? When he dances... The answer is right there."

As she spoke, she touched the corners of her eyes subconsciously, as if feeling a little red and swollen there.

Victor smiled. "Nobody," he says proudly, "nobody doesn't like the way he dances. I know that's why I arranged it." But now when Yuuri really got more recognition, he suddenly felt a little bit reluctant.

He quickly dispelled that selfishness.

"But are you sure you're going to be in front of 500 strangers for his first public appearance in eight years? I mean - he's great, but he's inexperienced, and [-] people might be in your eyes. Just a handful of people the size of a fingernail, but enough to drive a novice crazy." Yang said, looking seriously worried, "Are you sure you don't want to... I don't know, maybe 'arrange' some audience? I thought I could do something."

Victor smiled at her, but shook his head. "No need," he said firmly, "my Yuuri—Yuuri he won't let anyone down, I promise you." He thought about it, and Yang still seemed desperate for him to change his mind, so he again Said, "You don't understand, he—this should all belong to him."

"The real audience, the grand stage, the applause and the flowers - these should all belong to him." Victor said, although smiling, there was an undispelled melancholy in his eyes, and he looked at the poster on the wall of the coffee shop. The poster, with JJ's and Leo's faces glowing on it - Yuuri should be there too. "So I'm going to let him have it all."

"—because he deserves the best."