Chapter 12 — Miss Empty Cup

It's like a hook, specializing in hooking into other people's feelings of guilt. But this time, Dieu Kha was not lured back by her. "You treated me well by forcing me to pick up the goods for you, reserve a place for you, and compliment your posts." "But behind my back you also said that you had never seen real life." Ha Tinh's face stiffened. The advisor tapped on the table. "Now is not the time to criticize each other." "Is there evidence?" Ha Tinh immediately raised her head. "Miss, they just took a few photos to slander me." "The Starbucks cups are all the same, how can you say it's his?" "He still saved screenshots of your personal page for a long time, isn't this scary?" The advisor looked at me. I gave her the phone. “Miss, look at the time first.” I didn't explain too much. Just open each photo. The first picture is the bottom of the cup I took after buying coffee. Scratches are very obvious. The second photo is a cup from the same angle taken on Ha Tinh's personal page the next day. The scratch is half exposed. The third picture is the cup body with the black dots I drew. The fourth picture is the unrotated edge of the black dot in her post. The fifth picture is the wrinkled paper after she poured cold water into a hot cup. The sixth picture is a small dent in the lid she used continuously for three days. The more the advisor watched, the more serious his face became. But Ha Tinh still refused to accept it. "These can only prove that the cups are the same." "He deliberately found an angle to slander me." I opened a photo of Phuong Du's receipt. "This photo was posted by Phuong Du herself." "She said on her personal page that this is an old taste." "But the receipt shows that it is not the type she said." Ha Tinh immediately said: "You can't change your taste." Why?" I looked at her. "Of course." "So I won't argue with you about coffee today." Ha Tinh was stunned. The advisor also looked at me. I continued: "Miss, I want you to see the photo in the post on the anonymous page." "The photo was taken at the scene of yesterday's activity." "This angle can only be taken by people standing on the right side of the hallway." "And the person standing there is Ha Tinh." Ha Tinh's expression changed. "You talk nonsense." I opened the photo of the scene in the hallway yesterday. That's a behind-the-scenes photo conveniently taken by the student in charge of the club's propaganda. The position of each person in the photo is very clear. Ha Tinh stands on the right. In hand holding phone. Point the lens towards me and Dieu Kha. The advisor frowned even more. "Ha Tinh, was the post on the anonymous page sent by you?" Ha Tinh's breathing was disturbed. She tightened her grip on the tissue, her voice trembling. "No." "I just took a photo." "I didn't post." As soon as she finished speaking, there was a knock on the office door. Phuong Du stood outside. In his hand he held the phone. "Miss, sorry to bother you." "The anonymous site administrator just replied to me." "The contact information left by the person posting is the email address of Ha Tinh sub-account." 13 The office was silent for a few seconds. The feeling of self-pity on Ha Tinh's face was like someone had torn off a layer of skin right on the spot. She stared at the phone in Phuong Du's hand, her lips turned white. "Why did you ask for an anonymous page?" Phuong Du looked at her. "Because you said someone harmed you." "I want to help you find that person." Ha Tinh's eyes moved. The advisor received the phone, after seeing the information sent by the administrator, his face completely sank. "Ha Tinh, is this email address yours?" Ha Tinh squeezed the tissue, her fingertips almost crumpling the paper. "Miss, this address looks like mine but it is not necessarily sent by me." "Now there are many people who know your secondary account." "It's also possible that someone else intentionally used your address to send messages." I almost burst out laughing. Even at this stage, she still doesn't

admit. The advisor didn't immediately speak, just put the phone on the table. "So now I'll log in for you to see." Ha Tinh suddenly raised her head. "Miss, this is my privacy." The advisor's voice was very calm. "You can not log in." "But the post on the anonymous page has affected the honor of your classmates, and is also related to conflicts at club activities." "If you persist in saying it's not you, at least give an explanation. reasonable." Ha Tinh's eyes turned red again. "Why is everyone forcing me?" "I'm just a student." "I was publicly humiliated in the hallway, now I have to hand over my personal account for everyone to see?" She cried very steadily. Each sentence is the same as practiced before. But this time the advisor was not led by her. "No one forced me." "It was me who posted photos of my classmates on the anonymous page first, leading others to attack them." Ha Tinh immediately objected: "I said it wasn't me." Phuong Du suddenly spoke up: "So the content that defamed me on the secondary account wasn't you either?" Ha Tinh's tears stopped for a moment. She didn't dare look at him. "At that time I was just in a bad mood." "Those words weren't sincere." Phuong Du laughed. "So the secondary account is yours." Ha Tinh's whole body stiffened.