Three minutes later, Xie Xihe stopped what he was doing and his face became solemn.
Chu Xuan and the other three surrounded her. Seeing this, their hearts immediately sank, but they still asked, "How is it?"
Xie Xihe shook his head: "The magnetic field network of this flight has been disrupted by human intervention, and we can't contact it."
The four of them felt even more depressed.
Duanmu Zeming originally thought that with Fang Xun's strength and his old injuries having fully healed, nothing should happen as long as he didn't take any risks. But now, seeing the serious expressions of the three people, he couldn't help but get nervous and stammered, "It should...it should be fine. He said he just wanted to see if there was a chance and he wouldn't force it..."
"It's not Senior Brother Chu's business. Other forces are involved." Xie Xihe interrupted him, tightening his fingertips slightly.
What she didn't say was that although she couldn't predict what was happening to her, she could vaguely sense something. In her perception, the danger Fang Xun encountered should be related to her...
Xie Xihe's brows were heavy with worry. He suddenly closed his computer and looked up, saying, "My three brothers and I will go alone."
Duanmu Zeming: "But the Academic Association..."
Xie Xihe: "I'll take care of it."
As he spoke, he stood up and walked towards Ou Dingwen and Ning Zhihong while making a phone call.
When the call was connected, she said a few words quickly and then handed the phone to Ning Zhihong, who then handed the phone to Ou Dingwen.
Ou Dingwen didn't want to answer the phone at first, but the next moment he heard the voice coming from the phone. His expression paused, and he finally picked up the phone: "President."
An Qing on the opposite side said something, and Ou Dingwen's face was not very good, but in the end he agreed to Xie Xihe and the other three's request to go alone.
After trying to hold it in, he couldn't help but sneer, "Xie, you have such a powerful method. Even our usually fair and impartial President An made an exception for you."
Xie Xihe ignored him, took her phone, and turned back to the Dawn Light team. She nodded to Chu Xuan and the other three who were looking at her nervously, "Okay."
The four of them immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
Duanmu Zeming gave her a thumbs-up, but he was still a little worried. He said, "But even if we go alone, we need transportation. This is the nearest flight, and Fang Xun left five hours earlier than us. There's no way we can catch up, right?"
There is a way to get transportation.
At Zhu Ming's training camp, there are many aircraft converted from fighter jets. They are much faster than ordinary flights. They are the boarding area...
Xie Xihe searched in his mind and found that the only airport nearby that was suitable for airplane landing was this one. Anything further away would have to be in the suburbs or on the top floors of some buildings in the city.
It's not close either way, and it takes at least an hour to get there.
Xie Xihe couldn't help but press his eyebrows.
Forget it, it’s far away, at least I can still catch up.
Thinking of this, he was about to call Bai Zang, who had temporarily taken over Zhu Ming's training camp, but as soon as he took out his cell phone, another call came in.
It was unclear what was said on the other side. From the perspective of Chu Xuan and others, they clearly noticed that the corners of Xie Xihe's slightly tense mouth relaxed, and he said in a calm voice: "I understand."
He hung up the phone and immediately made another call.
Two minutes later.
Xie Xihe casually inserted his phone into the side of his backpack and nodded to the four people: "We'll set off in twenty minutes."
The four of them looked at each other, all with some surprise and confusion in their eyes, but in the end they chose not to ask anything and sat down in the empty seats next to Xie Xihe one by one.
Xie Xihe sat in the rightmost seat, his right hand resting on the seat handle, his fingertips pressing lightly on his temples, and he reorganized his thoughts in his mind.
But even after thinking about all the people and forces I had come into contact with during this period, I still couldn't find a clear target.
Fang Xun has now recovered from his injuries and his strength has improved.
With the strength of the seventh level of ancient martial arts close to the eighth level, he is considered to be one of the strongest people in the world.
Although he is not among the top ones, he is a cautious person by nature. If he only wants to leave, there will not be many people who can keep him.
Who could be the person or force that would put him in danger and be related to her...
While Xie Xihe was pondering, the boarding deadline was almost here, but Ou Dingwen still hadn't given the order to depart. Everyone looked at each other, and finally someone couldn't help it.
The teacher leading the group from Kyoto No. 1 Middle School stepped forward and said cautiously, "Boarding will close in ten minutes. Vice President Ou, should we set off now?"
Ou Dingwen seemed to have just realized something and said, "Oh," and said, "I forgot to tell everyone that I have already asked everyone to cancel all the tickets I booked before."
Everyone exclaimed "Ah?" and their faces changed immediately.
You should know that it takes at least eleven hours to get from Kyoto to the capital of Country Y, and this is just the time on the plane. If you miss this flight, you will have to wait for the flight at around ten o'clock tomorrow morning.
It would take at least twelve o'clock to arrive in London. Then, going to the hotel and settling in, it would be at least two or three in the morning.
The opening ceremony of the competition and the first round of eliminations will be held the day after tomorrow morning.
They had less than five hours to rest and adapt.
It’s easy to imagine what state they will be in by then. How can they participate in the competition?
Thinking of this, everyone's faces became even uglier.
If it weren't for Ou Dingwen's identity, I would have wanted to ask him if he was a spy sent by another country!
Even Ning Zhihong didn't know about this. When he realized it, his face immediately darkened and he asked in a concentrated voice, "Vice President Ou, what exactly is going on? Why did you ask them to cancel the plane ticket?!"
Ou Dingwen glanced at him.
Because of what happened just now, he now looked at Ning Zhihong with some displeasure. He said lightly: "I naturally have my reasons for doing this. I am the vice president of the Chinese Academic Association. Do I really want to harm everyone?"
Ning Zhihong was almost pissed off by him: "I'd like to see what your reasons are!"
Ou Dingwen's expression remained calm until a certain moment, when his eyes passed the entrance of the terminal. His calm gaze suddenly lit up, and he walked past Ning Zhihong and headed towards the entrance.
He lowered his chin, which had been slightly raised, revealing a flattering and humble smile, and said respectfully, "Miss Song, you are here."
As he led the other party towards the team, he introduced them, "These are the three teams representing China in the International Elite Competition: Wenhua High School, Kyoto No. 1 High School, and Dawn Light."
"Everyone is here, just waiting for you to set off."
Miss Song, or Song Yanxi, glanced around, finally landing on Xie Xihe at the back of the crowd. She paused for a moment, then retracted her gaze the next moment. She smiled faintly and said, "Sorry, I had a call from Blessing Academy at the last minute. I kept you waiting for so long."
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