Chapter 3 — Life Changing Pill

3. I moved to live at my homeroom teacher's house. Her house is not big, two bedrooms and a living room. She cleaned her daughter's small room (before she got married) for me to live in. The bedsheets were washed with faded floral patterns, and there was still an old desk lamp on the desk. That night, I sat under the lamp making wishes. The first aspiration is still clinical medicine. The teacher brought me a cup of hot milk.

“Have you really thought it through?

Studying medicine is very difficult.” I nodded: "I've thought about it carefully." In my previous life, I was killed by Tham Tri Thu, but I have never regretted becoming a doctor. I just regret looking at the wrong person. The teacher sighed: "This girl has such a stubborn personality." I smiled: "It's good to be a little hard, but too soft and easy to be squeezed." On the day the scores were announced, I ranked 11th in the province. The school gate is hung with red banners. The reporter came to interview me and took a photo of me holding my admission documents standing in front of the school gate. The photo was posted online and somehow became famous. The title is equally sensational: "Studied with uncle from poor family, bare face is more beautiful than celebrities."

“Future medical school student, top 11 in the province, a smile is truly healing.”

I looked at the comment area, the mood was complicated. The effects of the white pill have begun. My face is more elegant than at this time in my previous life, and my body is more balanced. But I don't eat and drink recklessly like Tham Tri Thu in my previous life. I still eat and exercise normally. I don't want to use medicine as a support. It gives me attraction, then I will borrow this wind to do something useful. I created a social media account. Title: "Tri Ha's medical school diary". In the first video, I do not sell carpets, nor do I brag about my scores. I talk about how to organize my time in 12th grade, how to correct wrong assignments, and how to use the least amount of money to eat healthy. As soon as the video was posted, it went "viral" that night. Many parents commented asking me: "What should I do if my child has a learning disability?"

“What to eat for breakfast to feel full for a long time?”

“Should we take extra classes first during summer break?”

I decided to open a livestream to answer questions. During the first livestream, I wore a simple white t-shirt and sat in front of my desk, next to a small blackboard borrowed from my teacher. Just 5 minutes into the live broadcast, the number of online viewers has surpassed 100,000. Comments flow quickly.

“You're so pretty!”

“Top 11 in the whole province teach how to learn, isn't this better than taking extra classes?”

“Please give me a meal plan, my child is 10kg fatter in grade 12.”

I seriously talked for an hour. After talking about studying, I advise everyone not to diet indiscriminately and not to believe in folk weight loss methods. Someone gives me a gift, I don't know how to turn it off, I just have to keep telling people not to give it anymore. Just when the atmosphere was happy, a familiar account asked to connect (shared livestream). The account name is: "Second sister, stop being fake." I click agree. Tham Tri Thu's voice immediately rang out.

“Tham Tri Ha, you're really good at acting.”

“Relying on the benefits of the white pill to build an image online to make money, but still dare to advise others not to be superstitious about folk weight loss methods?”

The livestream channel immediately went silent. The next second, comments exploded.

“The pill What is white?

“Is this your sister?”

“What's going on here?”

Tham Tri Thu started to get excited: "Everyone was fooled by her!"

"She's not naturally beautiful, she took drugs!"

“Her family is so poor, she's livestreaming now just to raise chickens to make money!”

I looked straight into the lens, my face unchanged.

"Tham Tri Thu, you stole tuition money from your family, hurt your parents and got kicked out by the landlord. When you did those things, you felt very righteous, right?"

It froze for a second: "You're talking nonsense!" I took my phone, showed the transfer history, messages from the landlord, and even the boastful photos it sent me in front of the camera.

“Do you need me to continue the show?”

“She stayed at the hotel, bought clothes, and used her parents' tuition money to prepare for me.”

"Now you're asking to connect to the livestream, do you want to make me lose face, or do you want to show everyone how shameless you are?"

The chat channel went completely crazy.

“Oh my god, stealing tuition money?”

“This girl is so toxic.”

“She was so calm that I felt scared.”

“Don't be afraid, you're beautiful, we'll scold you!”

Tham Tri Thu angrily shouted: "Stop playing the victim role!"

“In your previous life, you owed me!”

As soon as this sentence was said, the comments became even more chaotic.

“Previous life?

My sister reads novels a lot and then becomes paranoid?

“It is recommended that you go to the hospital for a psychiatric examination.”

The platform promptly kicked it out of the session. I turned off the evidence documents and took a deep breath.

“Sorry for wasting everyone's time.”

“Family matters should not be discussed online, but I also will not let others throw dirty water on me at will.”

“Today we continue the live session.”

That night, I gained 3 million followers. Also received a lot of private messages. Someone encouraged me. Someone scolded Tham Tri Thu. There was even a lawyer who proactively offered to help me get back the stolen money. The next morning, Tham Tri Thu rushed downstairs to the teacher's house. It wore a mask and its eyes were bloodshot.

“Tham Tri Ha, you ruined me!”

I stood on the stairs looking at it.

“What is this?”

He clenched his hands into fists: "Don't be complacent."

“The black pill is in my body, I can go without sleep, I can risk my life to study, I can go farther than you.”

“Sooner or later you will have to kneel down and beg me.”

I looked at his pale but extremely excited face and suddenly burst out laughing.

“Then try your best.”

“Hopefully 10 years from now, you will still have this spirit.”

4. In September, I packed my bags and entered the University of Medicine. The school is very far from home, I deliberately chose a school from another province. I want to be a little far away from Tham Tri Thu, and also want to give myself a truly new start. On the day of registration, the teacher in charge of students saw my name and smiled and asked: "Are you the online medical school diary?" I was a little embarrassed: "Yes."

“Very good, very positive.”

She gave me the dormitory key.

“But once you enter medical school, just being famous online won't have any effect. At the end of the semester, the school doesn't grade fans, only exam grades.”

I nodded seriously: "I understand." College life is much busier than high school. Anatomy, physiology, biochemistry, every book is as thick as a brick. Fellow students often joking, studying medicine does not have final exams, only passing through the door of life. Every day I study according to the plan, the number of livestreams is reduced to twice a week. The income from my social network account is enough for me to pay tuition and enough to rent a new house for my parents. When I transferred money to my parents, my mother cried on the phone for the first time.

“Tri Ha, I treated you unfairly before.”

I do not respond to this question. There are hurts that cannot be erased by an apology. I just said: "Parents, please take care of your health."