Chapter 21 — Miss Empty Cup

The more she stays silent, the more others discuss. In the afternoon, she returned to the dormitory to get the last of her belongings. Her mother followed behind. This time the two did not continue to argue. When pushing the suitcase to the door, Ha Tinh suddenly stopped. She looked at my table. On the table is a new Mixue cup. The red cup body is very prominent. She looked for a few seconds, in her eyes there was an indescribable resentment. "Are you satisfied now?" I looked at her. "Even now you still feel that it was me who harmed you?" She gritted her teeth. "What if not?" "If from the beginning you let me use a few glasses, would there have been things in the future?" Dieu Kha was so angry that he stood up. "Do you still know shame?" Ha Tinh laughed coldly. "The thing called face is only for people who have support." Her mother Standing at the door, softly saying: "Let's go." Ha Tinh did not move. She looked at me and said word by word: "Don't think that being normal is any advantage." "Now you're just lucky." "After leaving school, you will know that this world only looks at the crust." I picked up the glass of lemonade and took a sip. The sour taste makes the mind very alert. "Then you continue to wrap it." "Let's see if we can still wrap it tightly next time." Her face immediately became unsightly. The sound of suitcase wheels gradually rolling away in the hallway. The moment the dormitory door closed, Dieu Kha let out a long breath. I thought this was finally over. But that night, on the anonymous page, a new post appeared. "Ha Tinh seems to have been sent by her family to withdraw from school. Her roommate has caused the house to fall apart." The accompanying photo is the back of her mother pulling a suitcase. This time, the first comment below was from Phuong Du. “Administrator please check the source of the post.” Three minutes later, the admin replied: “The post was sent from Ha Tinh himself.”21 Ha Tinh's post did not cause a second wave. Because everyone has seen her tricks. The more she wanted to write that she was harmful, the funnier it became. The comment area no longer has sympathy. There were only a series of cold questions. "You posted it yourself again?" "Do you still want to blame your roommate?" "If you steal something to sell, can you blame someone else?" "Your mother is the truly pitiful person." The administrator quickly deleted the post. Also publicly reminded: Do not take advantage of the anonymous platform to fabricate and incite controversy. This time Ha Tinh was completely speechless. The next day, she moved out of our dormitory. Before leaving, her mother placed a bag on my desk. Inside were several money cards worth the equivalent of several Starbucks cups. There is also a piece of paper. The writing on the paper was very neat. "Sorry." "The girl used to take your things, because your family didn't raise you well." "There's not much money, please don't complain." I chased the bag to the stairs and returned it to her. "Miss, there's no need." The woman was stunned. I said, "I don't need her to compensate me for the cups." "I just hope that in the future she won't continue to step on others." The woman's eyes turned red again. "When she was little, she wasn't like that." "The family conditions were normal, but she studied well and was also very aggressive." "After going to college, she always felt lower than others." "He said what other people had, he had to have." "We thought that if we gave him money, he wouldn't be looked down upon." Speaking of which, here, her voice was hoarse. "We were wrong." I did not comfort her. The suffering of many parents cannot be alleviated by an outsider's words. I just said: "It's not normal to be normal." "If you hate normality, it's easy to go down the wrong path." The woman nodded, picked up her bag and left. Ha Tinh did not turn around. She wore a mask, the brim of her hat pulled very low. But in the reflection in the mirror at the corner of the stairs, I saw her eyes were red

hoe. Then there was an empty bed in the dormitory. The school quickly arranged a new roommate. The day she moved in, the first thing she did was ask us: "How are the tables divided?" Dieu Kha immediately laughed. "Your table is yours." I added a sentence: "Don't take someone else's empty cup." The new roommate looked confused. Dieu Kha and I looked at each other and laughed non-stop. Life becomes simple again. Eight a.m. class, food delivered, library, lemonade for four yuan. I still buy Starbucks from time to time. But after drinking it, I will throw it directly into the trash can downstairs. Don't be afraid of anyone taking it. Just felt there was no need for an empty cup to take up space on the table. After that, Phuong Du sought me out once. He apologized again for what happened before. "At that time, I only saw the appearance she showed me." "I also misunderstood you for following her." I said: "You don't need to explain to me." He smiled bitterly. "You should still say it." "Sometimes a person who wants to believe in a beautiful story too much will automatically ignore the unusual points." I looked at the people lining up to buy drinks downstairs. "Then believe less in the story in the future." He nodded. "I will remember." Phuong Du did not. continue to pursue Ha Tinh. The financial club also returned to normal.