Chapter 9 — I Wrote My Name In Jinghua

Suddenly Chu Hoai Dan burst out laughing.

“Jiang Kien Nguyet…”

“You sound so righteous.”

“But you made it until today…”

“Isn't it also thanks to Mr. Co?”

“If it weren't for him…”

“What are you?”

I looked straight at him.

“If it weren't for Mr. Co…”

“The rules are supposed to protect me.”

“But you guys lock the rules in a closet…”

“Then give the key to your own daughter.”

At that moment— Vice President of Jinghua Medical University stood up.

“The school decided…”

“Immediately cancel Zhou Qianqian's admission eligibility.”

“Restoring admission eligibility for classmate Giang Kien Nguyet.”

“At the same time, provide treatment support and tutoring before entering school for her.”

“We also publicly apologize to all affected contestants.”

Chu Qian Qian suddenly raised her head. In the end— What she was afraid of was no longer me. It's a position... that can never be taken back. After the hearing, Zhou Qianqian stopped me in the hallway. There were a lot of people passing by. She didn't dare to speak loudly, just lowered her voice very low:

“Jiang Kien Nguyet…”

“I have nothing left.”

“Please forgive me this once…”

“I'll give you what my mother hid.”

“Fragments of the last letter.”

My steps stopped. Seeing me waver, she immediately moved closer.

“My mother didn't flush it all down the toilet.”

“There are still a few pieces left.”

“If you withdraw your application to prosecute me…”

“I will return it.”

Diep Tri Thu was so angry that he wanted to curse. I raised my hand to stop her. Then look at Chu Qian Qian.

“Where are you hiding?”

“Write a petition first.”

“I can come to your house and get it myself.”

Chu Qian Qian shook her head.

“Do you think I'm stupid?”

I took out a white sheet of paper and a pen from my pocket. Chu Thien Thien's eyes immediately lit up. I slowly write:

"Chu Thien Thien voluntarily returned the relics of martyr Giang Chieu Da's family book, and at the same time admitted that he had previously used this relic to threaten Giang Kien Nguyet."

After writing it, I gave it to her.

“Sign this.”

“Then I will go with you.”

Chu Qian Qian's face immediately changed.

“Are you playing with me?”

“You use martyrs' relics to bargain.”

“I'm just asking you to write clearly.”

Chu Thien Thien raised her hand to slap me. At the end of the hallway, two employees looked over. Her hand stiffened in midair. In the end it can only be lowered.

“Jiang Kien Nguyet…”

“Don't get complacent too soon.”

“The Chinese Sutra is not as easy to learn as you think.”

“Someone like you goes there…”

“Will still be looked down upon by others.”

I put the paper back in my pocket.

“Before, I was very afraid of being looked down upon.”

“Now I know…”

“Those who look down on me…”

“Not necessarily taller than me.”

That evening, Chu Thien Thien's mother proactively contacted Tran Nghien. She sent a few scraps of paper from the letter. Don't dare meet me directly. Just ask the security guard to return it. On those pieces of paper... Only six words remained.

“Kien Nguyet, just move forward.”

The day I arrived at Kinh Hoa to enroll— A new notice was posted at the gate of Thanh Nguyen Academy. Chu Hoai Dan was transferred for investigation. Luong Mai was suspended from her position. Cao Yen and others were prosecuted for bullying and blackmail. Principal of Thanh Nguyen Academy publicly apologized. Even the cafeteria waitress was named in the notice. But I don't stop and read it all. He drove a borrowed van to take me to school. She sat in the back seat, holding an old iron box in her lap. Diep Tri Thu also went along. She said she wanted to see me walk through the Kinh Hoa gate with her own eyes. The gate of Jinghua Medical University is very high. Red brick wall under bright sunlight until blinding. The vice principal and several teachers were waiting outside the gate. Mr. Co did not come. He asked Tran Nghien to bring me a fountain pen. The pen is very old. On the lid are engraved the words "Hua Lan". Tran Nghien said softly:

“This is the pen my mother used to use when studying for advanced studies.”

“Mr. Co kept it for many years.”

I clenched the pen in my hand. Fingertips gently touched the engraving. There were a few new students around looking over. Someone recognized me and talked in low voices.

“She's the one whose 741 points were swapped, right?”

“It sounds terrible.”

Someone also said:

“Making such a big deal…”

“Who dares to stay in the same dormitory with her in the future?”

Diep Tri Thu immediately glared over. I pulled her back.

"No problem."