Chapter 5 — Cotton Slippers Arrive Late

The homeroom teacher nodded affirmatively: "That's right. Vuong Nguyet's performance is very stable, getting six hundred and ninety-eight points on the exam. Originally, she could have gone to Thanh Hoa or Bac Dai, but she chose the National Defense University on her own." Mom immediately grabbed the homeroom teacher's sleeve, her voice shaking slightly: "You said she... She got... six hundred ninety-eight points?" "That's right, don't you two know? Vuong Nguyet is the leader." This year, a reporter from the provincial television station wanted to interview her, but she tactfully refused." "At first, I wanted to call you two, wanting you to talk to the reporter. But last time Vuong's mother hung up." She reluctantly forced a smile, trying to reconcile: "I was with my eldest daughter at that time..." The homeroom teacher naturally continued: "Going with Vuong Lam to participate in the piano competition, yes." "Understood, understood." "Weak students always need more attention. Still, this child is smart and learns everything quickly. If he didn't have to give me some music, this year's Math Olympiad champion would still be him." Saying this, the teacher sighed and looked extremely regretful: "But such a good child was falsely accused of being a thief, saying he stole money from the store." neighborhood." "Her competition prize alone is several thousand yuan, how can she steal other people's money?" Hearing this, her mother's face turned pale. She wiped her sweat and nodded continuously. Dad didn't understand anything at all. It wasn't until he said goodbye to the homeroom teacher and got into the car that he asked clearly. "Why are you so confused? The valedictorian of the natural class! The valedictorian of the natural class! If reporters come to our house to interview us, how famous will our family be? How much face will we have when we say it out loud? Even if I tell it in front of the leader, my face will be glorious. Now it's good, everything has melted into foam!" Dad depressedly punched the steering wheel. In the cramped space, there were only sighs and the sound of the steering wheel vibrating. Mom was so regretful that she continuously patted her thigh, but still stubbornly refused to admit her mistake: "How did I know?" "She didn't say anything after finishing the exam. I thought she didn't test well, at most she only got two or three hundred points. Who knew she would become the valedictorian of the natural section?" Having said this, she suddenly remembered. Actually, it's not like I never found a chance to tell her. On the day the scores were announced online, I rarely took the initiative to call her, mentioning the rabbit-head slippers, as if I was about to say something. But in the end she interrupted her, and it just passed. "Even so, you can't force him to confess on Lam Lam's behalf. If the story gets out and people say that the valedictorian of the natural grade is the money thief, everything will be lost." As soon as her mother heard it, she immediately became angry: "What do you think I want? I also don't want to let Vuong Nguyet confess, but people have come to the door, the evidence is clear, the only thing left is to say directly that the person who stole the money is Lam Lam. He is the person who will become pianist, how can he have such a bad reputation? "At this point, my mother couldn't bear it anymore and started to sob. "What's the use of you getting angry with me now? How did you treat Vuong Nguyet before? Do you need me to tell you?" "Just slap him, scold him for being useless, he's useless. Now that he's done well and has become valedictorian, then turn to blame me? What did you do before?" Dad couldn't say anything in return You can purse your lips and feel angry inside. Suddenly, the only sound in the car was the man's heavy breathing. And the crying was tried to be suppressed by the mother. I don't know those things at all. It wasn't until half a month after school started that the homeroom teacher

called to tell me. "Vuong Nguyet, it's your birthday in two days. I sent you a gift." "Don't spend money on me, I have money, I can buy it myself." The teacher smiled on the phone: "If you have money, it's your business, it's my heart to buy it. Listen, take good care of yourself." Two days later, I finally received the gift from my homeroom teacher. A brand new pair of bunny-head slippers, light pink, with two round eyes. The sandals are very fat and have two long ears. I was stunned for two seconds, then shook my hands and hugged those chubby slippers in my arms. I can almost imagine the homeroom teacher who is over fifty years old, wearing glasses, staring at his phone, not knowing how long it took to find these almost identical cotton slippers. I have never felt such concern from my relatives. Even though they are my father or my mother. 7I entered the school with the top overall score. As soon as he entered class, he became a celebrity. My classmates treated me very friendly, constantly asking: "How is your brain structured, why are you so good at studying? I heard that your Math and Physics both got perfect scores? How awesome!" The teacher patted my shoulder, smiled and advised: "Since you're here, try to study. Don't worry about other things. If you have any problems, just come to the teacher, regardless of whether it's about studying or life!"