Rebirth: I Became Mr.President’s Beloved
Chapter 85: Want to Text Song Baiyan

Chapter 85: Chapter 85: Want to Text Song Baiyan

"These are decisions made by the school leaders. I don’t understand the specifics, but the reason they gave for canceling your scholarship was that your behavior breached the unity among students."

Gao Shengyan paused for a moment, then explained, "It probably refers to the dispute you had with Yu Sui. Now that it has been discovered to be a misunderstanding, there’s no reason to withhold your scholarship, especially since your grades from last semester ranked first in our Drama Institute."

Such a reason was not enough to convince Tang Li.

Or rather, it was not enough to convince Tang Li who had lived through this once before.

If it had been her in her past life, facing a student counselor, she would have only bowed her head and sat silently, not daring to ask or say anything more. If the school were to reissue the scholarship to her, she would have just quietly accepted it and then left the office without a word.

Passivity had become her character trait after moving to the Capital.

Within less than a month of living in the Lai Family’s home, she fully recognized her unwelcome status.

Therefore, she dared not stir up any trouble at school.

Because she knew clearly that no one could help with her aftermath, and if there was anyone, it would be Ouyang Qian, not Lai Wenyan.

And the consequences of her causing trouble—

Lai Wenyan would only disdain her even more as his daughter.

Knowing she was already a burden, she naturally didn’t want to make herself even more disliked.

After leaving the office, Tang Li put the key given by the counselor into her bag.

Nor did she refuse the reissued scholarship.

In front of the counselor, she wouldn’t act like a radical youth, condemning the hypocritical inaction of the school leadership and resolutely rejecting these "benefits".

Having gone through her past life’s various experiences, she understood the art of living.

Why would she compromise herself for the sake of pride when she could make her life better?

As long as it didn’t violate her principles and bottom line as a person, knowing how to adapt isn’t entirely a bad thing.

That very afternoon, Tang Li moved to Wentan Garden with Wu Xuehan.

In the simply and elegantly decorated twin room, Wu Xuehan was so happy she rolled around on the bed, and after a while, she ran to check out the separate washroom and kitchen.

"We can cook for ourselves from now on." Wu Xuehan happily leaned at the kitchen doorway, sticking out her body to talk to Tang Li, then began to worry, "Could they let us stay for a few days and then send us back to Qishan?"

Tang Li sat on the edge of the bed and smiled with pursed lips, "Unless something unexpected happens, your worries won’t come true."

"Could there still be an unexpected event?" Wu Xuehan frowned tightly.

Tang Li didn’t reply.

But she knew the chances of this unexpected event happening were almost zero at the moment.

She turned her head to look out the window at the building below.

At the entrance to Wentan Garden, there was a dedicated security room.

Living here, entry and exit required a swipe card.

The security of Wentan Garden was undoubtedly better compared to the dormitories at Qishan.

At night, Tang Li lay in bed after a shower.

She took out her cellphone after turning off the lights, opened the contact list, and stared at the contact labeled "Song".

On the bus, she had memorized Song Baiyan’s contact information. At the hospital, while Wu Xuehan and Fu Si went to draw blood, she saved the number in her own phone.

She felt she should express her gratitude.

"I moved to a faculty dormitory today. I should say thank you to you."

Having edited the message, she hesitated for a long time before sending it.

What if he asked how she knew his personal number?

Turning over, Tang Li deleted the message.

—Forget it.

Preparing to put the cellphone beside her bed, her elbow accidentally pressed against the phone, instantly switching to the call interface.

Tang Li: "..."