Few people who can come to ESMOD to study are from poor families, and it is normal for their family business to be related to the clothing industry.
Tom was sincerely proud of his cotton garden. When he heard that Tang Yili was also interested in it, his eyes suddenly lit up.
In the past, it was James who talked more with Tang Yili. He just listened and subconsciously felt that girls who are too beautiful are a bit arrogant.
To put it bluntly, it is to rely on beauty and be proud of things. Except for the sun, the earth has to revolve around her.
Tom didn't like women, and naturally he didn't like to coddle them. He usually stayed away from Tang Yili, and he never felt at ease listening to James's nagging praises of Tang Yili.
After getting along with each other today, Tom reshaped his impression of Tang Yili, which is "decent". It can be seen that she comes from a well-off family, is well-educated, has a certain attitude towards her elders, and is even a little bit dissatisfied with how attractive she is.
The meaning of self-knowledge.
It seems that James made the right choice. This "girlfriend" is so good that his parents should be quite satisfied. He should have passed this test.
Tom made a wish and said: "When I return to China in the future, I will invite you to visit the Northwest if I have the opportunity, and then we will see if there is any chance for our two families to do business together."
"Okay." Tang Yili responded cheerfully.
The two of them split up, one went upstairs and the other went out to do their own business.
Tang Yili's class today was not originally planned. The professor of plate making and molding asked her to come alone.
The reason started half a month ago, because the course on the history of clothing included pattern making. The professor named Townsend randomly asked Tang Yili to come on stage to demonstrate. Unexpectedly, she did an excellent job, so she paid attention to it.
Tang Yili found that her basic skills were very solid.
In terms of plate making, he is truly talented.
Therefore, today she was asked to use her spare time to assist herself in teaching undergraduates. Townsend explained above, while Tang Yili went around to help the students tailor the details.
Maybe it was because of the addition of a beautiful foreign aid, but the students with all kinds of faces seemed extremely excited. Even the students who usually fished in troubled waters had to raise their hands several times and ask Tang Yili to come over for tutoring.
After a big class, Tang Yili was so tired that her back ached.
And, what's even more terrible is that when everyone was gone, Professor Townsend said, "Tang, because of you, there are so many students in attendance today, so I ask you to come over to class next time."
When the words "please" and "must" are put together, they don't seem so friendly.
Tang Yili frowned inwardly and refused directly: "Professor, I have a full class next week, so I may not have time..."
"I've checked it all. Your class is a practical class. If you come to my class, it can be regarded as a kind of practice. I will ask Christo to give you marks. Don't worry."
How can visiting the studio of a local French designer and tutoring undergraduates have the same value?
Tang Yili is not someone who is satisfied just by getting a few credits.
She said bluntly: "Professor, your jurisdiction is too broad. The school has already made arrangements for what my practical classes should be. We cannot change it without authorization just because of your words or your power."
"I came to be your assistant today and have already sacrificed my personal time. You should not further exploit my labor."
Eastern students are notoriously reserved and shy.
Townsend obviously did not expect that Tang Yili would openly refuse. As a white man, his sense of superiority immediately made him angry.
"Ms. Tang, how dare you say that I am exploiting you and slandering your teacher like this? Have you ever thought about how you are going to graduate if you offend me by taking a course on costume history with me?!"
Tang Yili was stunned.
She is not afraid of threats, but has a habit of getting angry when she is unhappy. She developed it a long time ago. At that time, with Tang Feng's money and Xun Lang's power protecting her, she was not afraid of anything.
Now, far away overseas, she is studying alone. No one knows who she is, and she is no different from ordinary students. Where does she get the confidence to become a teacher?
What's more, he still holds the power of life and death in his own department.
She hesitated for a moment.
At this moment, Townsend saw Tang Yili's weakness and laughed wildly. He walked off the podium, looked at Tang Yili up and down, and finally stood still with his hands behind his back.
"It seems you still know what awe is."
"Tang, if you want to get those credits smoothly from me, you'd better be obedient and follow my requirements."
Townsend took out a file from his book bag and said, "My class will be on next Thursday. You should preview it in advance. It is best to make the sample in advance so that you can show it to your classmates in class."
After saying that, Townsend put down the information and walked away. Before leaving, the arrogance in his eyes and your helpless provocation made Tang Yili very angry.
Her shoulders rose and fell, and she relaxed for a long time. She picked up the manuscript and was about to check it when her cell phone suddenly rang.
It's WeChat.
She held the information in one hand, hooked it to the place where she kept her purse, took out her mobile phone, and when she saw the name of the person who sent the message, she immediately put aside the anger she had just felt.
When discussing the output of emotional value, Xun Lang ranks first at all times.
No one can compare with him.
【When are you free, I would like to meet you. 】
Through the brief text, Tang Yili could already think of Xun Lang's tone, which should be cold and non-persistent. If she refused, he might never contact her again.
Their relationship is like a gossamer, and every time they meet, it may be a long, long time before they see each other again.
Tangyi responded politely and said that he would be free tomorrow afternoon.
…
On the terrace of the Red Building apartment, Tang Yili set up a workbench, one meter by two meters, covered with a thin layer of black velvet cloth to facilitate cutting and nailing.
That night, with the doors and windows wide open, she faced the summer night and the neon lights of Paris while doing the work at hand, occasionally bending down at her desk, occasionally raising her head to admire and look into the distance.
In the middle of the trip, Tang Feng called and asked her daughter what she was doing.
Father and daughter always talked on the phone. It was midnight in Paris and early in the morning in Beijing. After Tangfeng's morning run or when he was taking a walk to relax, he would call Tangyili and ask about his daily life.
Most of the time, they talked about Shao'ang. For example, recently, Shao'ang was able to turn over in four months, which was a third later than expected. Tang Feng was still wondering: "The son of a world champion has athletic cells."
It shouldn’t be so bad.”
Tang Yili listened to the music, smiled lightly, and didn't mention Xun Lang much.
It was almost time to go to work in Beijing City, and before Tang Feng was about to hang up the phone, he suddenly said mysteriously: "Daughter, daddy will go to Paris to visit you next weekend, okay?"
Tang Yili was greatly surprised, but also asked: "Are you free?"
"I was very busy." Tang Feng said with the good intentions of an old father, "But you are floating outside alone. How can I feel relieved? I can go over and see how well you are adapting, so that I can feel at ease."