Wu Xuehan had gotten into the spirit: "An old man?"
Tang Li remembered the scene where Song Baiyan, holding a towel, was rebutted by her and couldn't help but laugh helplessly. Although subtle, it left a deep impression on her mind.
For the first time, someone didn't look down on her because of her background.
... At least they didn't openly show their disdain.
Wu Xuehan suddenly whispered, "Ah Li, actually, you could go perform in that opera."
"…" Tang Li.
"Really, you auditioned as Ying Xuaner so successfully, I'm sure you'd be fine performing in an opera." As she spoke, Wu Xuehan's voice lowered: "Although I know Yu Sui hasn't been cleared yet, we shouldn't kick someone while they're down, but opportunities are equal for everyone, right?"
Tang Li closed her textbook: "The decision isn't up to me, the teacher probably has someone in mind already."
The next day, Tang Li's words proved prophetic.
