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"No, it was sent by Mr. Kuang."

"That means it was sent by Lu Shicheng. Kuang Zhilin is Lu Shicheng's confidant and has a high status in the Lu family."

At this time, Huang Yuanshan's assistant suddenly coughed outside, probably Mr. Kuang coming over.

Wen Tingli raised her voice and said, "Ms. Huang, I told you last time that you can sign the contract in advance, but the filming must wait until I finish my high school graduation ceremony. If I am admitted to university by then, Mr. Huang will have to have another round of communication with my university. In short, it cannot affect my studies. Also, I am just a student. This is my first time signing a contract. I have to take the contract to ask my lawyer friend. If the lawyer thinks it is okay, I will sign it with you."

Huang Yuanshan also said loudly: "Oh, Miss Wen also knows friends in the legal profession? Very good, I have always been honest in this regard, Miss Wen, please feel free to ask a lawyer to help you check. You are a newcomer, so your salary is naturally not comparable to that of Duan Miaoqing and others in our company, but it is definitely not low. Nine hundred dollars for a film, and it will be paid in full after the filming. Are you satisfied with this amount?"

Wen Tingli's throat was dry and her heart was beating wildly. With this money, she wouldn't have to worry about the cost of college in the future. Moreover, this was the first money she earned with her own ability. When she thought of this, she couldn't help but hold her head high.

But she tried to look as calm as possible and just said "hmm". Huang Yuanshan pretended not to notice that Wen Tingli was pretending, and smiled and stroked his forehead: "Then I'll take my leave first. This is the school bag you left behind last night. We brought it to you. Have a good rest."

After Huang Yuanshan left, Mr. Kuang did not come in. He probably heard them talking in the room and avoided them. Wen Tingli immediately closed the door and took out a business card from her bag.

The business card reads: Shanghai Shuguang Law Firm, Bao Yaming.

Ever since Dean Deng gave her this business card last time, she has been carrying it with her as if it were a treasure.

Acting in a movie is a big deal for her, and her role as the protagonist of this play is so special, so it would be a good idea to ask a great lawyer like Bao Yaming to help look over the contract in advance.

This luxurious ward is equipped with a separate telephone. Wen Tingli was about to dial the number on the business card, but after thinking it over, she put it down. She decided to say hello to Dean Deng first, otherwise it would seem a bit presumptuous. After all, Lawyer Bao had never seen her before.

After the meal, Mr. Kuang came over again, and this time he brought Wen Tingli a few expensive dresses.

"This is the compensation from Mr. Lu. Not only did Miss Wen get injured last night, but your sleeves were also burned. Master Cheng felt very sorry about it, so he specially sent someone to Huiluo Company to buy a few skirts this morning."

Wen Tingli caught a glimpse of the French women's clothing label on the collar and was shocked. Her cheongsam was made of the most common fabric, and a hundred pieces combined would not be as expensive as the dress in front of her.

"This won't do, Mr. Kuang, please take it back--"

But Mr. Kuang asked the nurse to hang the skirt in the closet without any explanation: "They are all bought according to Miss Wen's size. Miss Wen can try it on herself later. If you are not satisfied with it, Kuang will ask someone to change it immediately." After saying this, he walked out with a smile.

Wen Tingli stared at the wardrobe in a daze. Even if she had to compensate, it wouldn't make sense to compensate for so many items. She couldn't accept it. She had to find a way to return them anyway.

She had nothing to do in the afternoon, so she took out the textbooks from her schoolbag and concentrated on reviewing her homework for several hours. In the evening, she wanted to go to the bathroom to wash her hair, but the nurse asked Wen Tingli to lie down at the end of the bed and not move, saying that she was afraid that she would be tired. She brought a basin of warm water to the end of the bed and washed Wen Tingli's hair carefully. I don't know what brand of shampoo she used, but the faint fragrance drifted all the way to the corridor.

Wen Tingli froze on the bed and dared not move. The Lu family treated her too attentively. Even though she was in the ward, she felt like an emperor everywhere. If this continued, she was afraid that she would not even be able to walk when she was discharged from the hospital.

The next morning, when Director Liao from the Department of Surgery came to make rounds, Wen Tingli strongly requested to be discharged from the hospital on the grounds that she had to go to school. Seeing that her wounds had healed well, Director Liao agreed and prescribed a few doses of oral medicine for Wen Tingli to take home.

While Wen Tingli was packing up, Mr. Kuang and Director Liao came to visit her.

"That's good. Miss Wen is at an active age. Staying in the ward all the time will be detrimental to her recovery. I just found out yesterday that Miss Wen is studying hard. If you need my help in school, just tell me."

Wen Tingli's heart was moved. These words sounded sincere and enthusiastic. If she took the opportunity to speak up, maybe Mr. Kuang would really ask the school to take good care of her. After all, Shiwu Girls' Middle School was a property of the Lu family.

However, although Kuang Zhilin said this, he did not hand over his business card, probably because he was still wary of her.

Wen Tingli lowered her eyes and smiled. That was right. Her appearance that night was too accidental. It was normal for Kuang Zhilin to be suspicious of her. Now that her injuries had been treated, her clothes had been compensated, and a caregiver had been sent to take care of her in the past few days, there was nothing that Lu Shicheng owed her.

So she didn't continue what Kuang Zhilin said, but took out the banknote and handed it to Kuang Zhilin: "This is what Mr. Lu left behind that night. Please help me return it to Mr. Lu, Mr. Kuang."

Mr. Kuang looked at the handwriting on the banknote without making a sound, then looked at the amount on the banknote, raised his eyelids, carefully re-examined Wen Tingli, smiled a little, and put the banknote in his pocket: "Okay, I will pass it on for Miss Wen. Miss Wen is injured, and Kuang asked them to send you back. Are you going directly to Cixin Hospital?"

"No need." Wen Tingli waved her hand, "I can take the bus back by myself."

But the Lu family's car was already waiting at the steps. When she came out, the driver hurriedly opened the door. Wen Tingli had no choice but to bow to the other party. Before getting in the car, she subconsciously looked around. It was strange that she had not seen Mrs. Qiao since she came out of the Golden Theater that night. She didn't know whether they were cleared away by the Lu family or Mrs. Qiao was busy organizing her son's wedding and had no time to care about her.

Before the car started moving, Mr. Kuang came out with a bag in his hand: "Miss Wen, you left something behind."

Wen Tingli smiled awkwardly: "Please return these dresses, Mr. Kuang. My cheongsam is very old and the style is ordinary. There is really no need to compensate me with new ones."

"It seems that Miss Wen is not satisfied with the styles of these skirts? I will ask someone to buy a new batch and throw these away."

Wen Tingli was frightened: "Don't throw it away! Don't throw it away! I really can't do anything about you. Okay, I'll take it."

Mr. Kuang brought in the paper bag with a smile.

When Wen Desheng saw his daughter at the hospital, he asked anxiously, "Where did you go last night?"

Wen Tingli showed her father the trophy of the "Drama Competition", pointed to the wound on her arm, and repeated in front of her father the same words she had said to Mrs. Zhou in the hospital before.

When Wen Desheng saw the golden trophy, he was shocked and stretched out his bony hand to touch it carefully.

"Won a prize? First place in the city?"

Wen Tingli nodded proudly.

"That's great..." Wen Desheng's voice began to tremble, "Good boy, you are really promising, much more promising than your father!"

Wen Tingli's eyes were slightly hot, and she turned away. After a while, she turned back as if nothing had happened: "It's nothing, there will be greater things in the future. Don't expose your shoulders, or you will catch a cold."

In the afternoon, Wen Tingli took her leave early and went to school. Just then, Yan Zhenzhen came out of the classroom in a hurry.

"You've been discharged? I was just about to call your ward. Come with me to the principal's office. Director Zheng and Principal Michel are about to quarrel over you. Zhao Qingluo is also there."

The two ran to the small white building, and as soon as they stepped into the corridor, they heard Director Zheng's excited voice.

"Wen Tingli won the championship on behalf of Wushi. This is a supreme honor. Why can't the school give her the Yuying Scholarship? Wen Tingli and Zhao Qingluo have been rehearsing in the auditorium until 9:30 every day these days. You must have heard about this. If the school is unwilling to give them rewards this time, I'm afraid no student will actively prepare for the honor of Wushi in the future! If you don't give me a reasonable explanation today, I will stay in your office and won't leave."

Looking inside, I saw Director Zheng and Zhao Qingluo standing in front of Michelle's desk, and the atmosphere was tense.

Michelle said calmly, "Wen Tingli deserves to be awarded the championship, but the school is unwilling to give her a scholarship for another reason. I just got the news that Wen Tingli signed a contract with a film and television company without the school's permission, which is a serious violation of the school's practical rules! If it is true after investigation, not only will the school not be able to award her the Yuying Scholarship, but it will also consider expelling Wen Tingli."

Wen Tingli was shocked. How could Michelle get the news so quickly?
On second thought, Mr. and Mrs. Qiao had sent people to follow her for so long, they must have known that Huang Yuanshan wanted her to film a movie. Ha, they were determined to drive her out of Shanghai, and they were afraid that Shishi would allow her to take the joint entrance examination because of her award, so they let Michelle use this excuse to make trouble for her.

Fortunately, she was more careful and did not sign the contract with Huang Yuanshan immediately.

Director Zheng and Zhao Qingluo looked at each other in bewilderment: "Acting in a movie? How come we didn't know about this?"

Michelle's expression was full of meaning: "There are many things you don't know about Wen Tingli——"

"Principal Michelle!" Wen Tingli went in to interrupt her. "After I won the championship in the competition the night before, Director Huang of Golden Film and Television Company did intend to film with me, but I clearly told her that we should discuss it after I graduate from high school, and I also asked her to obtain permission from my school before officially starting filming. I wonder where the principal got the rumor that I agreed to this without permission?"

Yan Zhenzhen also took the opportunity to say, "That's right! On the night of the competition, Wen Tingli didn't even accept the interview from the reporter easily, so how could she sign a contract without the school's permission?"

Director Zheng gave the students a soothing gesture, then turned and calmly said to Michelle, "In my impression, you have always been open-minded and gentle, but why are you so unreasonable in this matter of Wen Tingli? We have been getting along with Wen Tingli and we trust her as a person. Do you have any misunderstandings about her?"

"Misunderstanding? It seems you don't know her well enough." Michelle threw out a stack of photos. "Look for yourself. You've reported it to me."

Several people gathered around in surprise. The photo was a close-up of a script with the title "Southern Beauty". The other was a contract letter with the words "Wen Tingli" written in the column for the female lead. The photo was so clear that someone must have taken it secretly when the people from Golden Pictures were not paying attention.

"What does this mean?"

However, when they saw the last photo, several people fell silent, because the photo was of Huang Yuanshan and Wen Tingli. The two were talking across a coffee table with a large script on the table. Golden Pictures' scripts were always specially made, and a comparison between the two showed that they were the same script.

"Anything else to say?" Michelle said sarcastically, "You have been in contact with Director Huang more than once or twice. A producer from Golden Pictures has officially confirmed that you have signed a contract. The salary is 900 yuan. The filming is scheduled to start in September. I heard that the crew has already started to customize the costumes for you."

Wen Tingli had no way of defending herself.

"I know Miss Wen has sharp teeth, but these photos can't deceive anyone. Now that the evidence is irrefutable, as the vice-president in charge of discipline, I must immediately convene a meeting of the school board regarding your issue. If you continue to make noise here, I will have the school workers kick you all out."

They were kicked out just like that, even Director Zheng was no exception.

Director Zheng grabbed Wen Tingli.

"Tell me the truth, sir, do you really agree to act?"

Wen Tingli hung her head and said nothing.

"Why?" Zhao Qingluo pushed Wen Tingli's shoulder anxiously, "Do you know that doing this is against school rules?"

"I didn't sign it." Wen Tingli raised her head. "And I agreed with Manager Huang that we would start filming after graduation. Michelle insisted on making a big fuss about it, and I couldn't do anything about it."

"This kind of behavior is hard to define." Director Zheng said angrily, "How can you, a student, contact people from a film and television company privately? Even if you are not afraid of being expelled, the film industry is full of mixed people. You can't just casually deal with those people? Aren't you determined to go to college? I see that you hide away and read books whenever you have free time. Why are you going to make a movie for no reason?! Are you really going to drive the teacher crazy?"

"Is it because of family matters?" Yan Zhenzhen, who had not spoken since a while ago, suddenly spoke.

Zhao Qingluo and Director Zheng turned their eyes to her in surprise.

"I guessed." Yan Zhenzhen shrugged. "Wen Tingli never eats breakfast, but she eats more than anyone else at lunch in the cafeteria. After lunch, she will definitely put away the snacks. I guess she will take them home to give to someone. She also never invites us to her house. On weekdays, when I treat Wen Tingli to food, she never invites me back. At first I thought she was stingy, but later I found out that she was really poor."

Wen Tingli sat down beside the flower bed, picked up a branch and scratched the mud under her feet: "Yan Zhenzhen, have you been blaming me for not returning your invitation?"

"Is what she said true?" Director Zheng pushed her shoulder.

"My father is in hospital and my family has no income. I want to save some money for college. The salary offered by Golden Pictures is very high, and the script was written by Ms. Yue Zhaoshui, a famous Peking writer. Her films have always had profound social significance. I thought about it again and again before agreeing to Director Huang's offer."

Director Zheng and Zhao Qingluo touched Wen Tingli's head sadly. After a while of frustration, Director Zheng cheered up again: "Don't worry, I'll call Principal Zou first. She will definitely understand your difficulties. Anyway, I can't just watch Michelle act arbitrarily."

Director Zheng did not return until after school. Wen Tingli knew it was hopeless, so she had to make another plan in her mind. She had already walked out of the school gate and turned back to school. At this moment, a cream-colored car drove over.

"Wen Tingli!"

It turned out to be the long-lost Qiao Baoxin.

Qiao Baoxin was wearing a honey-colored dress. As soon as she got off the car, she walked quickly towards Wen Tingli: "I was looking for you everywhere. Hey, what happened to your arm?"

"I accidentally fell a few days ago, it's okay, just a minor skin injury."

Qiao Baoxin lowered her voice and said, "Don't worry, my mother's people are not nearby. I just heard that my parents are causing trouble for you again, so I came here to see if I can help."

Two minutes later, the two sat down opposite each other in a pastry shop on the street.

Qiao Baoxin ordered coffee and small cakes for Wen Tingli and herself, but she didn't eat or drink. She just looked at the glittering silver cups thoughtfully and said faintly, "On the wedding day, my brother was drunk. If there weren't a few witnesses and best man accompanying him the whole time, he wouldn't even be able to sign the marriage certificate."

Wen Tingli remained indifferent.

Qiao Baoxin sighed and said, "Tingli, I don't want to complain on my brother's behalf in front of you. My brother is not suffering just for you. Anyone with free will cannot stand such a feudal family. Before this, my brother had been imprisoned in the study by my father. I don't know what method my parents used to make my brother die, but I believe they know that this marriage is not reliable at all. They have no choice but to vent their anger on you." Wen Tingli sneered, "If you drive me out of Shanghai, will your brother and sister-in-law live together forever?! In the end, it's just bullying!"

Qiao Baoxin lowered her head in shame. Wen Tingli suddenly asked, "Baoxin, do you know Principal Michelle of our school? Is your mother very familiar with her?"

Qiao Baoxin nodded: "She often comes to my house. Although she is a British foreigner, she grew up in Hong Kong. She and my mother went to the same church school in Hong Kong, but my mother returned to Shanghai to get married after graduation, while Michelle continued to study until she graduated from university. It is said that Michelle's family is not rich, and her university tuition was funded by my mother. The two of them have such a deep friendship, it is not surprising that Michelle is willing to play with my mother. By the way, what does your school say now? Are you going to let Michelle target you?"

Wen Tingli bit her lip and said, "She has been in school for many years. She has a good reputation among everyone. Besides, even if the school board knew that Michelle was targeting me, it would not oppose the vice-principal's opinion just to help a student. Besides, it is a fact that I violated the rules."

Qiao Baoxin clenched her fists. "After all, the problem is still with my parents. I really hate them now! I had a big fight with my mother before I left, but my threats didn't work on her at all. I went to ask my grandfather for help, but unfortunately I couldn't even see him. As for my brother and sister-in-law Liyun... as soon as the wedding was over, the parents on both sides forced my brother and sister-in-law to go on a honeymoon. They are probably on the ship to Australia now."

At this point, Qiao Baoxin rubbed his face in distress, his eyes suddenly brightened: "Right. I saw my little cousin at home just now. When he heard about this, he ridiculed my father and mother in front of my mother. I asked my little cousin if he had any solution. My little cousin said that there was a solution, but you must explain the whole story to him in person. After saying this, he left. Tingli, why don't we ask my little cousin for help? He must have a way to deal with my parents."

Wen Tingli opened her mouth. She believed that as long as she personally asked Meng Qiguang for help, he would definitely help her handle the matter very cleanly and beautifully. And not just this time, the Qiao family and Michelle would never bother her again in the future.

But in this way, she seemed to be led to the edge of the cliff by an invisible thread. In front of her was a very deceptively beautiful garden. If her willpower weakened a little, she might allow herself to jump down.

In fact, as early as the night when Qiu Lingyun caused trouble for her, she realized that Meng Qiguang was a master at manipulating people's hearts. Such people are often quite scheming and charming. She was not sure how to deal with such a dangerous man, so she had been deliberately avoiding dealing with Meng Qiguang.

He had already politely rejected Meng Qiguang last time, so this time, he simply didn't take the initiative and waited for her to come to him... He was really a shrewd man. No, she couldn't go -

When she looked up while thinking, she met Qiao Baoxin's concerned eyes. The sincerity and anxiety in Baoxin's eyes could not be faked. Wen Tingli felt warm in her heart: "No need to look for him, I have thought of another way."

"Really?"

Wen Tingli hummed. Compared with Meng Qiguang's skills, Bao Xin's cunning was too shallow and too naive. No wonder he unknowingly became her cousin's messenger.

She understood everything in her heart, but said nothing on her face. She just raised her hand to cover the back of Qiao Baoxin's hand and said earnestly: "Baoxin, thank you, thank you for coming all the way here for my sake."

Qiao Baoxin took out a hundred dollars from the small bag beside her and stuffed it into Wen Tingli's pocket: "You must be in a difficult situation right now. Take this money to get by for a while. When I am free, I will find a way to send you money."

"No need, take it back quickly. I have money. The stock in my tailor shop was sold at a good price. It's enough for us to cope with one or two years."

Qiao Baoxin insisted on stuffing the money into Wen Tingli's school bag: "If you don't take it, I won't leave!"

Wen Tingli was helpless: "When I need money, I will definitely ask you for help, okay?"

The two came out of the cafe, and Qiao Bao said worriedly, "I don't know if your method will work. Since Michelle wants to expel you, she will definitely not wait until Principal Zou comes back to do it. I guess it will be in a day or two. So, I will go and persuade my mother again. If your method doesn't work, you must tell me quickly. You can call Chen Aisha directly. She has a way to contact me."

Wen Tingli stood on the street and watched Qiao Baoxin's car go away. When she looked up, she saw that it was getting dark.

She looked down at her injured arm, then looked up at the big words "Lu's Donation" next to the school gate opposite, and she hardened her heart and made a decision.

Ten minutes later, she came out of the bathroom in the school auditorium again. Her arm, which was fine just now, was now completely soaked with gauze. She gritted her teeth and hailed a rickshaw, returning directly to Ci Xin Hospital.

As expected, I started to have a fever in the middle of the night, and by six o'clock, my arm was so painful that I couldn't lift it.

Wen Desheng's attendant had worked in the hospital for several years and was quite experienced. He immediately exclaimed, "Miss Wen, your wound is inflamed. Hurry up and ask the doctor to take a look at you. We can't delay this."

Wen Tingli went straight out and rushed to Huiqun Hospital.

After getting off the car, I went straight to the surgical ward. The doctors and nurses in the ward were very impressed by this talkative and cheerful girl. They smiled and said, "Isn't this Miss Wen? Why are you back again?"

Wen Tingli said with a bitter face: "I seem to have a fever."

The medical staff hurried to invite the chief surgeon, whose surname was Liao.

Director Liao peeled off the gauze and saw that the wound was already red, swollen and leaking. He frowned and asked, "How did it get so infected in just one day? Did you take your medicine on time?"

Wen Tingli said nothing, just sat there silently wiping her tears.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Wen Tingli sobbed and said, "It's really hard for Mr. Kuang to take care of me like that a few days ago, but now, I really wish that the bullet would go through my chest directly, so that I wouldn't have so many troubles. I just got out of the hospital yesterday, and a vice-president of the school falsely accused me of violating discipline and insisted on expelling me. I am determined to go to college, and if I can't study, I don't want to take any anti-inflammatory tablets, just let this wound rot."

Director Liao showed an incredible expression: "Miss Wen, aren't you studying at Shishi? Which principal wants to expel you?"

Wen Tingli just shook her head in despair, and Director Liao seemed to be hesitant to speak.

After changing the medicine, the nurse came over and gave Wen Tingli an IV drip.

While waiting for the injection, Wen Tingli used the excuse of going to the restroom and quietly walked around the door of the director of surgery. The door of the office was ajar, and faint voices could be heard from inside.

She tiptoed back to the injection room and gave the last injection at noon, but Director Liao still hadn't shown up. Despite this, Wen Tingli was already 50% sure.

When I returned to school, I ran into Zhao Qingluo and a group of classmates from the drama club. They had just come out of the cafeteria.

"Are you feeling better?" Zhao Qingluo went to Wen Tingli. "Are you too worried about what happened yesterday? Otherwise, why did you get a fever again out of nowhere?"

Wen Tingli only asked: "Has Michelle come to a conclusion?"

The classmates looked at each other in bewilderment. Zhao Qingluo shook her head in frustration: "I heard that they are already drafting a document to expel you."

Then he added, "But don't worry, Director Zheng just bought a train ticket to Peking. She plans to tell Principal Zou about your situation in person this weekend. Our Principal Zou has always valued talents and will never let you be expelled like this."

Although Zhao Qingluo said this, her tone was not sure. Yan Zhenzhen came over and said, "Wen Tingli, Mr. Liu and Mr. Chen from the Academic Affairs Office are looking for you everywhere."

As soon as I arrived at the corridor, I saw my homeroom teacher Liu Yuanhua and the fierce Director Chen from last time talking at the door.

Liu Yuanhua was still in a friendly mood. What was unexpected was that Director Chen was also smiling today.

"I've been waiting for you for quite some time." Mr. Chen was unprecedentedly enthusiastic. "Congratulations, Wen Tingli. In order to commend your performance in the Shanghai Youth Drama Competition, the school has decided to award you the Yuying Award. The school is already preparing a notice. I'm here on behalf of the Academic Affairs Office to inform you that Principal Michel will formally commend you at the conference on Monday."

Except for Wen Tingli, everyone present was stunned.

Liu Yuanhua smiled and pushed Wen Tingli: "Why aren't you talking? Are you so happy that you're stupid?"

Wen Tingli's heart was finally at ease.

She was right. Director Liao from Huiqun Hospital was able to directly contact the Lu family. Although Director Liao said nothing, he secretly told Mr. Kuang about her worsening injuries.

Mr. Kuang responded quickly.

Her arm was injured because of the Lu family's affairs. They took great care of her during her hospitalization, simply because she had suffered an unprovoked disaster. But this also reflects a characteristic of Lu Shicheng's behavior: being decent.

Now, she had just been discharged from the hospital, and Michelle wanted to kick her out of Shiwu Middle School. This was tantamount to telling the medical staff of Huiqun Hospital that the Lu family said one thing but did another behind the scenes. This was not only a slap in the face of Mr. Kuang, but also a slap in the face of Lu Shicheng.

What does it matter if Mr. Kuang didn't give her his business card? Since she had seen that the chief of surgery had a special relationship with the Lu family, she had her own way of telling the other party about her experience in a roundabout way.

Thinking of this, Wen Tingli smiled sincerely: "Thank you Director Chen, thank you Mr. Liu."

On Monday, a reading session was held in the auditorium as usual. Amid thunderous applause, Wen Tingli accepted the small trophy and certificate of honor awarded by Michelle with a proud face.

This was the first time that a pragmatic student won a major award in the performance category, and the teachers and students in the audience kept cheering for Wen Tingli.

Michelle looked like she didn't sleep well last night. Her skin was grayish and her dark circles were so severe that even foundation couldn't cover them. She tried hard to smile at Wen Tingli, but Wen Tingli thought that smile was uglier than crying.

But at least this person is no longer cold and can even be described as amiable.

Wen Tingli sneered in her heart. The society was so cruel that if she grew up a little slower, she would be beaten.

In just a few days, she has learned to take advantage of human weaknesses and use them to her advantage.

She couldn't help but mourn silently in her heart, mourning the once innocent Wen Tingli.

At the same time, I was also celebrating in my heart, celebrating the new Wen Tingli who is now more mature and calm.

After presenting the award, Michelle softly instructed Wen Tingli: "In previous years, Mr. Lu personally issued the checks. In the past two years, Mr. Lu has not been in Shanghai. This award will be presented by Mr. Lu Xiao. If there is no problem on your side, the school will help you confirm the specific time to receive the award with Mr. Lu Xiao."

Wen Tingli nodded respectfully while listening.
"Oh, right." Michelle adjusted the frame of her glasses and reminded Wen Tingli solemnly, "Mr. Lu doesn't like to talk much. You must pay attention to this when you go to the Lu Mansion to collect the check."

This statement clearly meant to flatter her, and Wen Tingli felt even more relieved. If she guessed correctly, no matter how Mrs. Qiao pressed her in the future, Michelle would never dare to make things difficult for her again.

Coming out of the church, she raised her left arm with mixed feelings. Although she was injured for no reason, it was worth it because she was able to completely solve the biggest trouble that bothered her through this accident.

She looked at the "Yuying" trophy and certificate of honor in her hands again, joy oozing out of every pore. She turned her head to face the classmates behind her and said with great pride: "I am so grateful for the care you have given me these days. I would like to treat you all to a meal this weekend. The time and place can be decided by you all. Please be sure to come. Yan Zhenzhen, you always think I am stingy. How about you order the food on behalf of everyone this time? I will go to the office to invite Director Zheng and Teacher Liu."

The classmates hurriedly said, "Wen Tingli, it's not too late for you to regret now. If you really let Yan Zhenzhen order the dishes, I'm afraid you won't be able to finish this meal until next spring."

The final dinner is scheduled for Saturday at noon at Daya Building.

In addition to her pragmatic husband and classmates, Wen Tingli also invited Xiu De's teacher Huang Yun and several of Xiu De's good friends. Among all the invited people, only Qiao Baoxin was detained at home and could not come. Despite this, the people from the two schools together sat at three full tables.

The private room was bustling with activity. Wen Tingli raised her glass to the three teachers with great emotion: "Thanks to you all for your care for me, I——"

I was extremely happy and sincere in my emphasis, but as soon as I opened my mouth I choked up inexplicably.

Huang Yun hurriedly said, "Don't cry, don't cry. It's a good day like this, we should be happy."

"That's right." Director Zheng and Liu Yuanhua's voices also became a little hoarse. "You won the award with your own strength. This is something worth celebrating. Hurry and dry your tears."

Wen Tingli wiped away her tears and raised her glass high to the people at the table.

“Let us honor our teachers and friendship!”

The classmates said in unison: "Respect talent! Respect courage! Respect freedom! Respect the spirit of never giving up!"

The girls' voices were so clear, pleasant and high-pitched, as if they contained fresh vitality, flying through the window into the high blue sky. Wen Tingli's heart was excited and she raised her glass and drank it all in one gulp.

During the next half month, Michelle never bothered her again, and the teachers in the academic department treated her kindly. In addition to studying hard in class every day, she also rehearsed some small performances in the auditorium.

If her father hadn't been still in the hospital, Wen Tingli's life recently could be described as "peaceful and peaceful."

There was only one thing. Maybe it was because Lu Shicheng was too busy recently, and the school had not yet notified her to go to Lu Mansion to collect the check. As a person who was short of money, Wen Tingli couldn't help but keep thinking about it.

(End of this chapter)