Chapter 11 — Direct Admission Was Robbed, I Made My Daughter World Champion

She doesn't mind! Not satisfied! There's only one thought left in my head right now. She wants to find me. Want to drag me to death together! And right now... I am sitting in the VIP recording room of the city television station. Sitting opposite me is the most famous MC in the city — Ms. Tran. Chu Niem sat next to me, listening silently. We just finished an exclusive recording session that lasted two hours. During that interview... I didn't cry or complain. Also don't crazily condemn anyone. I just calm down… Tell me everything that happened during the past month. From the "sentence" in the conference room that day... To the story of my daughter dropping out of school. From the fighting days at Khai Minh Academy... To the moment of standing on the championship podium in Singapore. Every detail is terrifyingly clear. After listening, Ms. Tran was silent for a long time. She looked at me, her eyes full of respect and excitement.

“Miss Tham…”

“I've been an MC for twenty years.”

“Interviews with countless characters.”

“But you…”

“The calmest mother…”

“And the strongest I've ever met.”

“This interview will be broadcast tomorrow night at eight o'clock prime time.”

“Don't worry.”

“We will not cut out even a single word.”

I nodded, stood up and shook her hand.

“Thank you, Ms. Tran.”

“There is always a need for a place to be heard.”

When I walked out of the TV station... It was very late. I looked at my daughter next to me. She was also looking at me.

“What will happen tomorrow?”

I smiled softly, hugging her in my arms.

“Tomorrow…”

“The sun will still rise as usual.”

“But the world of a few people…”

“Will forever be in darkness.”

The night before the trial. Everything is ready. Just waiting for dawn. The city gymnasium was packed with people. The largest education commendation ceremony in the city's history was solemnly held here. On the president's row... are all the city's education leaders. Below are principals, representative teachers and excellent students from high schools and elementary schools. Cameras and reporters' lenses simultaneously pointed to the center of the stage. Chu Niem and I were arranged to sit in the center of the first row. Right next to Director Ly. As for the delegation from Experimental High School... They were placed in the farthest corner of the hall. Principal Truong tried to maintain a stiff smile, constantly looking towards our seats as if looking for an opportunity to make eye contact. I didn't pay attention at all. Sitting next to him... was Vuong Duc Phat with a face as gray as ashes. He looked like a puppet whose soul had been stripped from him, his empty eyes staring down at the toes of his shoes. The ceremony begins. Leaders speak. Outstanding students speak up. The process is lengthy and full of formality. The most anticipated moment has arrived. The MC raised his voice excitedly:

“Next!”

“Please invite the pride of our city — the gold medalist of the International Physics Olympiad, Chu Niem!”

“The same representative of the school that trained the champion — Principal Truong of Experimental High School…”

“Let's go up on stage to receive the award!”

The entire hall immediately echoed with thunderous applause. The spotlight shined straight down on us at the same time. Chu Niem calmly stood up and gently adjusted her dress. In the far corner of the hall, Principal Truong was also there immediately jumped up, the brightest smile on his face, and quickly walked onto the stage. He even pretended to be friendly, intending to reach out to help Chu Niem. Chu Niem quietly took a half step back. Avoid that hand. Director Truong's arm stiffened in midair. A look of shame flashed across his face. But it was quickly overshadowed by enthusiasm. He successfully stood parallel to Chu Niem on stage. Under countless media lenses... He created a ridiculously fake "deep teacher-student relationship" scene. Director Ly personally presented Chu Niem with the "Mayor's Special Award" trophy and a bonus of one million yuan. He gave Principal Truong a large sign with the words:

“The Cradle of Champions — An Outstanding Model of Education.”

Director Truong was so excited that his face turned red. Both hands clasped the board as if clinging to the last life-saving straw. This is his speech. He cleared his throat, walked up to the podium and took out the speech he had prepared a long time ago.

“Dear leaders, guests, teachers and all students!”

“Today, as a representative of Chu Niem's school, standing here…”

“I feel extremely honored and proud!”

His voice through the sound system echoed throughout the arena.

“Chu Niem's success is absolutely not a coincidence!”

“It is an inevitable result of our school's advanced educational philosophy!”

“We always believe that each child is a unique gem…”

“But the school's responsibility…”

“It's about honing them so they shine!”

"A month ago, Chu Niem encountered a 'bottleneck' period in his learning process."

“To help her break through her limits, overcome her limits…”

“The school leadership team has specially built a 'limit challenge plan' for me!”

“We let her temporarily leave her familiar environment…”

“It is to practice independence and the ability to withstand pressure!”