"I invite Ms. Jiang Li, the student representative who has been sponsored by Baikang Group, to come to the stage."

The sudden onto stage made Jiang Li stunned. She sat in the crowd, her hands shaking.

Bai Yan felt a chill down his spine when he heard Jiang Li's name come out of the host's mouth.

"Is Mr. Jiang Li from Linjiang Academy of Fine Arts here?" The host urged, his eyes scanning the audience.

The dean of the Academy of Fine Arts, who was sitting steadily, stood up and turned to look for Jiang Li.

Bai Yan felt that things were not simple, and the speech of the sponsorship representative should be a very late link, and this representative was not Jiang Li.

His jawline was tense and he was about to get up.

But he didn't want to be at this time, two people in suits and sunglasses behind him directly clasped his shoulders with one hand and his wrists with the other, making him unable to move at all. His heart tightened, and he finally understood who did all this.

"Ms. Jiang Li, please come to the stage." The host urged again in a soft voice on the stage.

The dean in the audience saw Jiang Li in the middle of the crowd, he rushed to Jiang Li, and pulled people onto the stage without her words.

The lights on the stage were bright and dazzling, and Jiang Li, who was wearing overalls, stood slightly cramped in the center of the stage.

"Teacher Jiang, I heard that you were able to return to school because of the Baikang funding."

The host stood beside Jiang Li, his tone was gentle, Jiang Li didn't feel any hostility, but inexplicably her body felt cold.

She nodded slightly, still not sure what the other party meant, and her eyes looked around for the familiar figure in the audience.

"I heard that you have been an orphan since you were a child, can you tell us your story?"

The host said and handed the microphone to Jiang Li, Jiang Li frowned, if it was just to thank Bai Yan for his funding, why would she tell her story, she looked at the host vigilantly and didn't say a word.

Bai Zhen in the audience was confused by the scene in front of her, she looked at Jiang Li, and then looked at Bai Yan.

But I saw that Bai Yan was clamped down by two people, and he couldn't move at all, although the range of movements of the two people behind him was very small, but because the distance was very close, Bai Yan's resistance was clearly seen by Bai Zhen.

Seeing this, Bai Zhen was about to get up, and a familiar voice sounded in her ears.

"Miss Azhen, don't move, my subordinates don't want to hurt you." It was the personal bodyguard of the old man of the Bai family who spoke.

She looked at the crowd and found that there were two boys with sunglasses standing behind Gao Chengye.

Bai Zhen frowned, and when she found Bai Yan's gaze, she looked at Jiang Li on the stage for a while, and threw herself at the old man of the Bai family angrily.

The old man was looking at the center of the stage with a calm face, his rough and powerful fingers rhythmically tapping on the tabletop.

Bai Yan knew that the only person who could directly tamper with the process and not notify him was his father, Bai Nianzu, the chairman of Baikang Group.

"Since Miss Jiang doesn't know what to say, let's learn about Miss Jiang's story together."

With the host's words, the LED screen on the stage slowly began to play the video.

Jiang Li turned around and watched a familiar scene appear on the screen.

The remote town surrounded by mountains and rivers and dense vegetation is where she has lived since she was a child.

Then the scene turns, and it is a small house made of wooden planks, with no lights in the room, and dust piling up everywhere, which looks to have long been dilapidated.

On the wooden wall of the house hung a faded photograph, the bottom half of which had been torn off, and only the girl standing in front of the school could be seen.

The girl has bright pink hair, a coffee lipstick on her mouth, and a black camisole on her upper body.

Even though the photo has faded, the exaggerated colors are still eye-catching.

Jiang Li looked at the photo and secretly swallowed timidly.

To her, that memory was black, unbearable, and a nightmare.

Cold sweat broke out in her palms.

"The one in the photo is the one standing in front of us now, Mr. Jiang Li." The host said, and everyone in the audience exclaimed in surprise when they saw the contrast between the photo and himself.

"What an inspirational and touching life it is to transform a former bad girl into a teacher at the Academy of Fine Arts. I don't think everyone here must know that Mr. Jiang Li's young life was very difficult. ”

As the host spoke, the screen changed again.

Jiang Li couldn't help but grab the skirt on his legs with both hands, and his body trembled.