Chapter 19 — Direct Admission Was Robbed, I Made My Daughter World Champion

The heavy iron door behind me slowly closed. Forever locking Luu Van's last silent fear underground in the dark. I returned to the ground. The cold night wind blew... Taking away the remaining gloom from my body. Old K stood not far away. Give me a clean wet towel.

“President Tham.”

“Everything has been handled.”

His voice was still calm as usual.

“The school's fire alarm has been confirmed to be a false alarm due to the old electrical system.”

“The janitor was ‘helped up’…”

“Because of 'low blood sugar', I was taken to the hospital under the mountain at night.”

“All surveillance cameras have been technically processed.”

“In the memories of teachers and children…”

“Tonight was just a campfire with a little chaos.”

I received the towel. Slowly wipe your hands.

“What about her?”

“It has been moved to a safe location.”

“Tomorrow morning we will take a special route out of the border.”

Old K paused for a moment and then added.

“The destination is a private jade mine in Northern Myanmar.”

“The owner of that place owes me a favor.”

“He promised…”

“This woman will spend the rest of her life repenting for what she has done.”

“She will never have the chance to see the outside world again.”

I nodded. Give him back the towel.

“It's been hard.”

“It's my responsibility.”

I turned around and walked towards the brightly lit teaching building. Chu Niem's room is still bright. I pushed the door and walked in. The girl is sitting at the desk. Quietly looking at the starry sky outside the window. Like waiting for me. The child turned around. In the eyes was worry that I could read.

“That cleaning lady…”

“Are you okay?”

I walked over and sat next to her. Hold the slightly cold hand.

“She's okay.”

My voice was calm and gentle.

“Just too tired.”

“Need to go to a very far place to rest.”

“We won't see her again.”

Chu Niem looked into my eyes. She is an extremely smart child. From the tiredness I tried to hide... And the coldness that hadn't melted away from the bottom of my eyes... She guessed something. But it doesn't ask. Just squeeze my hand tighter.

“Mom is tired too.”

“Rest early.”

“Tomorrow I still have to teach the children their last lesson.”

My heart suddenly warmed up. I slept better than ever. The next morning. Chu Niem's farewell lesson was successful beyond expectations. She performed for the children the phenomenon of “Rupert's Tears”. That drop of transparent glass... The tip is so hard that even a bullet won't break. But just crush the fragile end... The entire glass droplet will immediately crumble into dust.

“The most powerful thing…”

“Usually also has the most fatal weakness.”

The girl smiled looking at the small eyes full of thirst for knowledge in the stands.

“And the gentlest strength…”

“Sometimes it contains a hard core that nothing can break.”

At that moment... I seemed to see her body... Emitting the same light as me. It's the light that belongs only to us two. But never weak. Kindness... But always keep a sharp tip in hand. End of teaching trip. We left Dai Luong Son. The plane passed through the white clouds. My phone received an encrypted message from Mr. K. The message was very short. There is only one photo. And four words. In the photo is the original wild mine. A skinny woman wearing it tattered uniforms... Together with a group of other lifeless workers... Struggling to drag a giant block of rough stone through the mud. Her eyes were empty. Like a walking corpse. Below the photo... are four words:

“It's over.”

I looked at the photo. No expression at all. Then the fingertips gently passed over it. Delete permanently. That name. With all the filth and sin she represents… From now on there will be no more contact with my daughter's world. She has returned to the dust that belongs to her. As for my daughter... Will forever fly in the clear blue sky without a cloud. At the same time. In a city thousands of kilometers away. Records room in the west of the city. In the basement storage room, there is no sunlight all year round... The musty smell of rotting paper pervades everywhere. A man with white hair and a hunched back... He was struggling to carry heavy stacks of old files onto the bookshelf. He is Truong Kien Quoc. The head of education used to be enthusiastic and arrogant every year. Just a living corpse forgotten by the world. Every day his job is just to bury his head among those rotten papers. Hear the sound of mice running in a dark corner. Feeling my life... Little by little passing in the endless silence. He also remembered a girl named Chu Niem. The genius was pushed away by his own hand. The last one kicked him into hell. Every time... His whole body trembled. Then he became even more frantic with documents. It was like only physical fatigue... helped him temporarily forget the torment in his soul. And on the other side of the city. In the closed treatment area of a psychiatric hospital. A man wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown... was squatting in the corner of the garden. Holding a tree branch in his hand. Constantly drawing complex mathematical formulas on the ground. Mouth mumbling continuously.

“Reference object…”