Chapter 198 Yan Laiyi didn’t come to the competition because she didn’t want to come
Anyone coming from Italy will be annoyed by the traffic jam.
I don't know what happened, but there were two rear-end collisions ahead.
And the two sides argued fiercely.
Only one lane is left for vehicles to pass.
She glanced at the time anxiously.
The original plan was to arrive half an hour early.
But now it can only be fifteen minutes earlier.
The driver looked at her through the rearview mirror and said, "Don't worry, miss. We will definitely be there on time. We're only two blocks away."
She nodded.
Five minutes later, when the car bypassed the traffic jam and was about to enter the next street, a car suddenly hit her!!!
"Bang!!!"
The huge inertia caused Yan Laiyi's body to roll to one side. She felt herself being pulled by the seat belt, but her mind was blank.
When she came to her senses, she breathed rapidly and looked at the large dent on the other side of the car door.
Yan Laiyi was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat.
The driver was even more shocked: "Miss, are you okay?!"
She covered her heart and shook her head: "I'm fine, I'm brave."
The driver breathed a sigh of relief, then got out of the car, cursing and angrily scolding the perpetrator: "Do you know how to drive? You hit us while we were driving normally?! I have a child in the car!!"
Yan Laiyi looked out the window and saw a sloppy man getting off the bus, chewing gum. He showed no guilt at all: "Sorry, I was looking at my phone."
The driver was ridiculous: "Just saying sorry is enough? If something happens to the child, will you be responsible?!"
The man didn't care: "It's not like I won't compensate you, what's there to be angry about? I'll call the traffic police over now, okay? I take full responsibility here, can you take the child to the hospital for a checkup?"
Yiyi frowned and glanced at her watch.
There are only ten minutes left.
There is one street away from the Grand Theatre.
She got out of the car: "Uncle driver, I'm going to be late, let's go quickly!"
The driver didn't want to argue with the man any more. "How about this, I'll take the kids to the game first, and I'll deal with it when I come back?"
The young man directly blocked his way in front of him, looking nonchalant: "No, I've already called the traffic police, you guys have to wait here now. Besides, what's the big deal if the game is a little late? You've already had a car accident, it's understandable."
Yiyi was a little anxious: "No, that teacher really hates being late, so I left early. If it weren't for the traffic jam, I would have been here long ago. I have to go to the competition now!"
When the man heard this, the corners of his mouth turned up into a devilish smile. He looked at her straight in the eye and said, "Then you'll be late. What can you do, little girl?"
What's the purpose of this? It's like being struck by lightning.
Did he do it on purpose?
She looked at her watch again.
There are only five minutes left.
Yan Laiyi tugged at the driver's sleeve and asked, "Uncle Driver, is that large cylindrical building the Grand Theater?"
The driver was very anxious: "Yes, don't worry, we are only one street away now, I will take care of it quickly."
The man laughed slyly: "It will probably take twenty minutes!~"
Yiyi's heart tightened, and she turned around and ran towards the entrance of the theater!
The driver chased her: "Miss, wait a minute! I'll ask the traffic police to take you there!!"
The man grabbed the driver and said, "Don't go! We're not done yet!"
The driver was annoyed: "What's wrong with you?! Can't you tell the difference between the primary and the secondary? This child is more important than the car!"
The man still looked indifferent: "What the hell does that have to do with me?"
After saying that, he turned around and sent a message.
The child ran over by himself.
Bai Miao received the message and @ed people in the group, "Plan 2 is ready."
Yan Laiyi ran towards the Grand Theater. The road was extremely long and she was exhausted, so she ran for eight minutes.
Already three minutes late!
But there’s still time!
Yan Laiyi ran towards the entrance of the Grand Theater, when suddenly a car flashed by on the side of the road and rushed towards her!!!
She was caught off guard and fell to the ground, her mind going blank in pain.
Her palms and knees felt a burning sensation that seemed to spread throughout her body. The pain was so severe that tears welled up in her eyes reflexively. She looked towards the source in shock.
The uncle on the electric bike drove right past her, yelling, "Stupid kid, watch your f***ing mind! You're such a jerk!"
Yan Laiyi opened his eyes wide in absurdity and wanted to get up, but he had no strength in his body.
The ground was stained red with blood.
She was in so much pain that she couldn't sit up. She felt dizzy and tears as big as beans fell to the ground. After struggling for a long time, she finally got up from the ground.
Yan Laiyi looked at his watch tremblingly.
Ten minutes late.
Her breathing became more and more rapid. She propped herself up and limped towards the theater.
Her uncle told her to take the elevator to the tenth floor and find Studio 1001.
She entered the elevator with great difficulty, tiptoed to press the button for the tenth floor, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Bai Miao stood on the tenth floor, watching the elevator go up, holding the phone and said, "Plan No. 3 begins."
Yan Laiyi shook off the dirt on his body and leaned against the wall to rest, enduring the pain.
It doesn't matter, she's already here.
Teacher Fu will definitely understand.
Suddenly, the elevator stopped.
Stuck on the third floor.
Yiyi was stunned and stood on tiptoe to press the elevator door.
No response.
Suddenly, the elevator door opened and several adults filed in: "Sorry, little sister, the elevator is broken, please go upstairs by yourself."
She couldn't believe it: "But my floor is the tenth floor, how can I get up there?"
She's still injured!
The staff shook their heads at her helplessly: "There's nothing we can do. The elevator is broken. It's not that we can't let you go up. Please leave quickly."
"Hey! Wait!" Yan Laiyi was dragged out of the elevator door. She watched them put up the sign and ignored her.
She could only look towards the emergency exit and climb the stairs resignedly.
The wound on my knee is tearing painfully.
She wiped the sweat off her face and wanted to call someone.
But the watch phone is broken.
The screen was damaged by an electric car.
She could only continue to climb up holding on to the railing.
It doesn’t matter, she will participate in the competition even if she has to use her hands and feet!
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Fu Sinian looked at his watch.
Yan Laiyi is twenty minutes late.
The call can't be reached.
His expression grew increasingly grim as he glanced at Li Ran beside him, "It seems this child has failed to live up to your high expectations."
Li Ran said with a dark face, "This kid shouldn't be late."
Fu Sinian: "But she is already late."
He Qingqing was sitting among a group of students waiting for the exam. When she heard this, she curled her lips silently.
Bai's mother told her that she would not let Yan Laiyi come to the competition.
As expected.
She can't come.
He Qingqing was ready to make a move, so she raised her hand and said, "Teacher, I heard Yan wants to stand you up, so you'd better not wait for her."
Fu Sinian was startled, then turned to look at her ridiculously: "What did you say?"
Li Ran glanced at her coldly: "Really? Did you hear what Yan Laiyi said with your own ears?"
He Qingqing was a little frightened by their gazes. She nodded reluctantly, "Yes, she said she's not interested in singing, and she thinks you're too old to be a good teacher."
Fu Sinian immediately revealed a look of disgust: "What a clumsy lie! Do you think I'm stupid enough to believe such a thing?"
He Qingqing: “?”
Li Ran narrowed his eyes fiercely and said, "If you continue to say bad things about other contestants, get out of here."
He Qingqing's face suddenly turned pale.
How did they know she was lying?!
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