The girl also gave another example that illustrates the problem better.
"...Also, last Friday, the person who came to pick you up from school must be your sugar daddy. Tang, you have so many men. We all saw you throwing yourself into the arms of such an old man."
People around me whistled and echoed: "If you didn't rely on a man, how could you afford to live in a red building apartment with a monthly rent of 10,000 euros??!"
The scene was noisy and embarrassing.
Tang Yili was extremely angry, but his mind became clear.
Xun Lang rented the Red Mansion Apartment for her and paid the rent for three years at a time. She knew it might be expensive to live there, but she didn't worry too much about how expensive it was.
The matter of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar was originally not within her scope of consideration.
But now, this has become a reason for others to maliciously speculate on her, which makes people feel aggrieved and angry. Moreover, they even misunderstood Tang Feng, her biological father, as a sugar daddy.
Is the world blind? She and Tang Feng look so similar, they can't tell?
Tang Yili looked level with the girl, leaned forward slightly, and approached her until only the two of them could hear her voice.
"You know I live in such an expensive apartment, but you still dare to mess with me without scruples. Can you afford it? Have you considered the consequences?"
Tang Yili's excessive rationality carries a dangerous connotation.
The girl obviously misjudged Tang Yili's personality and thought she was a beautiful vase that would make her cry when touched.
She held on to her pride and said, "How about it? What can you do to me if you have money?"
Tang Yili: "What if I want to do something to you? When you and your friends threw my bag, you already took action. Do you think you can still stand here now?"
The girl had no foundation in the first place. She had never seen such a battle before. She couldn't withstand Tang Yili's pressure, so she suddenly took a step back.
No one reacted, it was a psychological war.
Tang Yili's eyes were unfocused, but his tone was sinister, and he said slowly, "Everyone who wants to step on me, better pray that I am not a cousin, otherwise, I will definitely use more despicable means to return it."
The sound is not loud, but everyone can hear it clearly.
Orientals already have a sense of wisdom among the crowd, and Tang Yili's words were even more cold and authoritative.
"You," Tang Yili put his homework on the girl's desk, "how did you pick it out? Just put it back for me."
The girl did not move. In front of her allies and classmates who were watching the excitement, she was obviously dissatisfied, but there was still a hint of timidity in her eyes.
Tang Yili calmly raised his voice: "Go quickly!"
The girl's shoulders shook, "What if I don't go?!"
This is her last struggle.
Tang Yili saw it clearly: "If you don't go, you don't have to show up in the ESMOD classroom tomorrow morning, because," she paused deliberately, "you will receive a letter of dismissal from the school tonight."
People around him gasped.
The neat sound of choking could be heard at the scene.
The girl's face turned pale. She was struggling and guessing who the sugar daddy behind Tang Yili was. Did she really have that much power to drop out of school just because she was asked to drop out?
Want to bet?
There are four girls in their small group, and her family background is the most ordinary. Her parents are just clerks in the local government agency. Otherwise, how could she be pushed out to be the troublemaker?
It was obviously a prank that everyone came up with together, but now she has to bear the consequences of offending Tang Yili alone, and she is somewhat reluctant.
Now I'm being threatened with dropping out of school... After studying hard for a year and drawing since elementary school, do I really want to ruin my future for a prank?
The thoughts in the girl's mind went around quickly. Finally, she bit her lip and picked up Tang Yili's homework and put it obediently on the platform of the large classroom.
Perhaps when she heard a burst of boos from the crowd, she couldn't raise her head, so she handed in her homework and left the classroom, skipping even this class.
It's a bit of a show of respect.
Tang Yili was not at all proud, but glanced coldly at the three people in the girls' group - with expressions of frustration and unwillingness - cowards who have the guts to act but don't have the guts to admit it!
Tang Yili turned around and returned to his seat.
She walked alone and sat in a corner by herself during class. Fortunately, there was no one around her, so she could secretly breathe a sigh of relief.
Threatening the girl was just a bluff. She had no power to force her to drop out of school. She was also gambling, but she lost, which was just a shame.
But that girl was different. She couldn't see Tang Yili's trump card, and at the same time knew that she didn't have a big one. How could she really put her own future in a fight of will?
This is the game.
Xun Lang had taught her that she had to choose between children and freedom. It was the same reason. He bet that she would definitely give birth to a child for the sake of freedom. Even if he lost the bet and she insisted on aborting the child, Xun Lang would just do it.
Back to the starting point, because they had no children in the first place, but Tang Yili had to pay for it for the rest of his life.
Therefore, Xun Lang will definitely win, and her narrow win just now is just a bet that the other party cannot afford to lose.
Tang Yili fell into thinking.
I didn't notice for a moment, but the next class had already started.
Tang Yili looked up again and realized that it was Townsend's class. He was talking about the evolution of clothing. The book on her desk was from the previous class. She quickly changed it and opened the textbook.
Townsend suddenly stopped deliberately. Tang Yili looked at him and saw a pair of old and cloudy eyes looking at him.
It looked like a smile but not a smile, and it gave me a scary feeling.
Tang Yili's heart skipped a beat, and she had a bad feeling.
During the whole class, she was a little distracted.
As the music played after class, Tang Yili buried his head in copying a few lines of notes when he heard Townsend say from above: "Tang, come to my office."
Sure enough, what was supposed to come came.
No matter what the classmates around him looked at, Tang Yili packed his backpack, carried it in his hand, and followed Townsend through the auditorium-style teaching building to the upper floors.
Townsend's reputation among students was not good. Everyone avoided him and almost no one would say hello to him.
On the contrary, it was Tang Yili, this beautiful face, who received sympathetic looks.
Townsend's office is shared by two people. His desk is on the left as soon as he enters the door, but for some reason, the professor on the right is not there.
"Sit down," Townsend told Tang Yili to sit down. He went to the right and pulled a chair over, placing it next to Tang Yili.
Tang Yili stood still and said, "If the professor has anything to say, why don't you just say it directly."
"You sit down first, don't be so nervous," Townsend said with a very kind face. He sat down first and patted the seat next to him.
Seeing that Tang Yili didn't appreciate it, he didn't move.
He said directly, "I just want to talk to you about being a teaching assistant."