Tang Yili had already refused to be a teaching assistant for Townsend, so she didn't think there was anything more to discuss.
But Townsend showed mercy and set new conditions.
"I know that you are very dissatisfied with my lack of remuneration, so I decided to provide you with a work-study job. I will give you 20 euros per class hour. Do you think that's okay?"
Tang Yili looked at Townsend, a little confused.
Tang Yili once heard James say that the hourly salary at McDonald's in Paris was 15 euros. James did not want to work part-time, but threatened Tom: If you make sarcastic remarks to me next time, I will work part-time as an MC in ESMOD campus.
Let your second-generation rich friends see how stingy you are towards your wife.
In fact, both James and Tom have good family backgrounds. Although they are still far from the Tang family, they are definitely rich families and do not need to work part-time at all.
Tang Yili naturally doesn't need it either.
However, a strange thing once again refreshed Tang Yili's knowledge. She did not expect that the reward given by Townsend was only 5 yuan higher than that of McDonald's.
"Professor, you must be kidding me." She laughed angrily.
Townsend thought Tang Yili was dissatisfied with the treatment, so he actually took her hand and said, "It's not a problem if you want more. It just depends on what you can do for me."
Tang Yili felt like he was caught by a poisonous snake, and he quickly shook off the withered hand on his arm in the next second.
"Professor Townsend, this is sexual harassment. I can file a complaint against you to the school!"
Townsend had heard this kind of thing so many times that he didn't take it seriously. He smiled and said, "Tang, do you know that ESMOD has a long history and is very strict in selecting students. Once the school discovers that students have bad behavior, they will also
Expelled."
Tang Yili's eyes were cold, waiting for Townsend's next words.
"Tang, actually, we are the same kind of people."
He stood up, leaned over, forced Tang Yili to step back slightly, and continued: "I heard it just now. You found a sugar daddy outside. Is this considered a slutty style?"
"Is this considered a shame for ESMOD?"
Tang Yili retreated to the table, and kicked the heel of his Martin boots on the wooden table leg with a thud, and the two people's movements froze at the same time.
Their bodies were only half an arm apart, and they could feel the heat from their breathing. Tang Yili was a little disgusted by the old man smell and tried to hold back his breath.
And Townsend was still intoxicated with the fact that he could appreciate Tang Yili's beauty up close.
"Tang, you are indeed beautiful. Has anyone ever told you that you look like Monica Bellucci... You have the same black eyes as her, and you are not as thin as other Asian women.
Opium ghost."
"Tang, how much does your sugar daddy give you? I can do it too. I am willing to pay for your beauty... As long as you become my teaching assistant and fill out a form, the school will pay you a steady stream of salary. You can even
You don’t have to actually go to class…”
Seeing that Tang Yili was still unmoved, he followed the temptation.
"I know that your sugar daddy rented an apartment in a red building for you, and asking you to give up his share of the money may cause you a lot of losses, so I can agree that you maintain a relationship with him at the same time..."
"This is my last concession, Tang."
Tang Yili: “…”
Tang Yili felt it was so ridiculous that he even laughed a little.
As long as a person is weak, even if they are thousands of miles apart, the other party can smell the clues and come to bully you. Just think about it, if she was still Miss Tang or Mrs. Xun, would Townsend still dare to say this?
Therefore, what she misses and misses is not her past identity, but her strong self. Her former strength was the blessing of other people's auras. From now on, she will have to rely on herself.
Tang Yili's eyes were firm and he said without any trace of shame: "Professor Townsend, I will not agree to your request, and I am not qualified to be your teaching assistant. So, sorry, I have something else to do, so I will leave first."
Townsend was anxious and stopped in front of her.
"I don't understand. I have money, knowledge, and connections, but there's nothing good about me that makes you reject me like this."
Tang Yili simply didn't know what expression to make.
You ask me what's wrong with you?
Please, tell me where you are!
Compared to Xun Lang, whether you can be called a male creature is a bit of an advantage for you. In terms of height, he is only taller than Tang Yili. In terms of age, he is almost the same as her biological father. As for money and connections... Tang Yili tried his best to endure it.
, to resist the urge to roll your eyes.
Her soon-to-be ex-husband can buy the whole of France, you little old man, you want me to obey you for money?
Is she out of her mind?!
calm down.
Tang Yili told herself to calm down again and again.
"No reason, Professor Townsend, I just don't like having a personal relationship with you."
She crossed Townsend's arm and reached out directly to pull the handle. Townsend was about to grab it, but there happened to be a sound of keys outside the door. It should be that the other owner of the office had returned.
Townsend subconsciously took a big step back, just in time to open the door from the outside.
The young man, who was just a lecturer, was in his twenties. When he saw Tang Yili coming out, he staggered out of the way. Only when they walked away did he smell the vague embarrassment in the air.
He was full of apologies: "I'm sorry, Professor Townsend, I didn't know you had students here."
Townsend smiled stiffly, sat back at his desk, and pretended to get into work.
On Thursday, Townsend taught a pattern-making class to undergraduates, and Tang Yili did not show up.
Her rejection was very clear, but Townsend still took a little luck. He thought that Tang Yili would have to worry about her graduation this semester. Unexpectedly, she was still a rose with thorns, while making his plate
I dropped it as soon as the lesson was said, and then continued to study the history of clothing in a generous manner.
Tang Yili really didn’t take him seriously!
Townsend endured it for a few days, getting more and more angry as he thought about it. Finally, until the end of the semester, he decided to give Tang Yili a little more insight and marked a bunch of questions in her thesis on the history of clothing.
Then he sent an email, warning her that if she didn't change it to his satisfaction, she would fail the course this semester.
ESMOD is strict in academic studies. According to regulations, students who fail the course cannot get a degree.
The history of clothing is a thesis course, and there is no make-up exam for this kind of course. Therefore, when Tang Yili received the email, he was angry but also helpless.
After rejecting James and Tom's invitation to go to the countryside to celebrate the end of the semester, Tang Yili stayed in the apartment burning the midnight oil and changed to the seventh edition.
Click to send the email.
The morning light from outside leaked into the room, and the sky was already bright. The gray-green tits in the city were jumping on the roof of the red building opposite, their blue-green wings reflecting the shiny luster.
Tang Yili withdrew his gaze, dragged his tired body, went to bed and hugged the quilt.
She desperately needed to catch up on her sleep, and as for the fate of the paper, she no longer had time to think about it.
She may fail the thesis, but if she doesn't sleep, Tang Yili may die.
Lying on the bed and falling asleep instantly, Tang Yili fell into a dark sleep. She didn't wake up until her cell phone rang.
"Hello?"
Tang Yili put the phone to his ear in a daze.
"Tang, it's me." I don't know where Townsend got the phone from, but his old and hoarse voice came through the receiver with a hint of weirdness.