Chapter 16 — Bakery After the Rain

“Not to mention you want me to sign a sponsorship statement.” The employee took it and looked at it. Jiang Nghien immediately said: "Chat history can also be deleted." I nodded. "So I'm ready to restore the data, and I'm also ready to submit the cloud backup." "What about you?" "Are you willing to take that recording for examination?" Giang Nghien did not answer. Manh Tinh suddenly spoke up. "He's not willing." Everyone looked towards her. Manh Tinh took out another old phone from his pocket. "This is what I found last night in the old folder he sent me." "Previously he asked me to transfer documents, saying he was afraid the phone would lose the file." "In there is a recording from the same day, longer than the one he just played." Giang Nghien suddenly stood up. "Manh Tinh!" The instructor said sternly: "Sit down." Manh Tinh's hands were shaking, but he still gave the phone to the employee. "I don't know what's inside. I heard it last night and only found out." "In the front is that sentence from Wen Duong." "There's also his voice in the back." The employee clicked open. Noise rang out. First was my voice. "If you need me to coordinate, just coordinate like that." Immediately followed by Giang Nghien's voice. "It's okay, I don't need you to sign." "It's just the project side doing a process, I'll handle it myself." "Don't worry, leave early." The air in the office seemed to be drained of air. The instructor's facial expression could not be described with two unsightly words. Mother covered her mouth, tears immediately fell. The blue veins on the back of Dad's hand were tense. I looked towards Giang Nghien. The smugness on his face crumbled quickly, replaced by panic and hatred. He turned to Manh Tinh, his voice hoarse. "Why did you search through my things?" Manh Tinh looked at him with red eyes. "Because I want to know, how many lies are you hiding?" "Now it seems, you still haven't searched enough." Giang Nghien pointed at her. "This is my right to privacy." Manh Tinh's father spoke in a low voice. "If it is related to falsifying documents and misleading the investigation, then it is not a sentence that your right to privacy has. You can cover it up." The employee put two phones in the evidence bag. "We will later check according to the procedure." Giang Nghien sat back in his chair, his face so white it was scary. He suddenly looked towards me, his voice softened again. "On Duong, I admit that the documents were not processed according to regulations." "But I have no malicious intentions." "At that time, I just wanted to smoothly apply for the project." "I was too afraid of being looked down upon by others." I have heard this sentence too many times. Fear of being overlooked. Fear of not being able to keep up with group mates. Afraid of not having decent clothes. Fear of not having a good computer. Afraid that in a larger circle of relationships, you will be one level lower than others. But he was never afraid of me getting up at four in the morning to knead dough. I'm not afraid of burning my hands and getting blisters, but I still have to run alone. Not afraid of being alone, I held books until late at night. I said: "You're not afraid of being looked down upon by others." "You're afraid that people will know that your so-called independence is backed by my hard work." Jiang Nghien's lips moved. The instructor stood up. "Giang Nghien, today's conversation ends here." "Before the handwriting assessment and document checking is over, I will stop the entire protection and review process." Giang Nghien suddenly raised his head. "Teacher!" The instructor did not look at him. "If the data problem is also true, you will know the consequences." Giang Nghien's eyes finally dropped to the corner. But just as we were about to leave, there was suddenly a sound of arguing outside the office door. A student pushed the door and stuck his head in, his voice trembling urgently. "Teacher, there are many people downstairs." "Someone is livestreaming, saying On Duong led people to the school to force the poor masters to death." "Mother Giang

Nghien was also below." "She said she wanted to jump down from the staircase door." 17 When we ran to the stairs, the place was surrounded by three floors of people. Giang Nghien's mother stood on the landing between the second and third floors, holding the railing, half of her body stretched out. Her hair was messy, her face was full of tears, her mouth kept repeating that I had hurt her son. The phones were held high. The lens was wedged between her and me, like a flock of birds. smelled blood. The security guard stood at the bottom of the stairs, not daring to get too close. Someone advised her to come down. But there was also someone nearby who whispered, this is a big deal. Giang Nghien rushed forward, her face even whiter than the wall. "Mom, come down." Giang Nghien's mother cried even louder. "Ngh Nghien, you're useless." "I can't help you." "They're all bullying you." My things." This sentence pushed the entire camera towards me. Mother immediately blocked my face. "Don't you blame my daughter." Giang Nghien's mother suddenly pointed at her. "It's your family." "Your whole family wants to force my son to die." "If I die here today, none of you will be at peace." My footsteps stopped at the turn of the stairs. There was a cold moment in my heart. go.