Chapter 4 — My adopted sister stole the direct admission, I flew directly to Harvard

"Principal, please believe me. I have my own arrangements."

My calmness made him even more confused. He looked at me for a long time, as if wanting to find even the slightest waver or unwillingness on my face. But he failed. When I was about to leave, I pretended to accidentally mention that story again.

“Principal Chu, I remember that the school's direct recruitment agreement has a very important clause, right?”

He paused slightly. I continue:

"Direct admission is unique, non-transferable, and strictly tied to the student's academic citizenship and personal profile. Once confirmed, it cannot be changed."

“And to complete the final confirmation, a handwritten signature from the student is required, right?”

Principal Chu's eyes suddenly flashed with light. In a blink of an eye, he understood something. He nodded, his expression becoming complicated and heavy.

“It is true that there is such a rule.”

That's enough. A week later, my entire Harvard application was sent out completely. Also that day, I received notification of a successful interview and an early admission offer letter from Harvard University. Looking at the email with the dark red badge icon on the screen, I did not scream in excitement. Just slowly breathe a long sigh. My heart beats steadily and strongly in my chest. Right after that, I opened the airline's website and calmly booked a one-way ticket from this city to Boston. Take-off time... It was exactly one day before Co Nguyet Anh entered school. During that time, the house was filled with a fake happy atmosphere. The Co family's parents were immersed in joy because their little daughter was about to become a student at a prestigious school. Everyone I meet brags about how "elite" Co Nguyet Anh is, and how "tolerant" I am. And my unusual silence and coming and going in the morning and coming back at night were interpreted by them as a silently angry failure. They even felt that the less I was at home, the more harmonious the atmosphere in the house would be. They don't care about me at all. The night before the departure, they also organized a very solemn celebration party for Co Nguyet Anh. Relatives and friends are invited. The sound of clinking glasses and laughter echoed throughout the house, extremely bustling. The main character of the party is Co Nguyet Anh. She wore an expensive new dress, like a little princess, enjoying all the congratulations and admiring looks from everyone. The person who really created all of this... Looks like an outsider, arranged to sit in the most hidden corner. No one talked to me. No one offered me a drink. It's like I'm just a transparent ghost. I calmly ate my meal, looking at the group of people in front of me showing all kinds of ugly faces, but my heart no longer had any ripples. Four o'clock in the morning. The whole city was still asleep. I dragged the simple suitcase I had prepared in advance and quietly left that so-called "home". I didn't turn back. On the table, I left a letter. In the letter there was only one sentence:

“I'm looking for my own future, don't remember.”

The handwriting is vague and the meaning unclear. I know, with their selfishness and arrogance, they will just think I'm leaving home in anger. It would be absolutely unbelievable that... My future has long been in the cards half a world away from them. The moment I stepped out of the residential gate, I felt true liberation for the first time. Even the thin cold mist in the air... Seems to carry the sweet taste of freedom. After I left, the Co family's fake orgy continued. Co Nguyet Anh excitedly took the "enrollment notice" that belonged to me, wore my uniform and took countless photos in the house, posting them all over social networking platforms. 【New beginning, new journey! Thank you, mom and dad, thank you for helping me!】 Below are countless likes and flattering words. She seemed extremely grateful to her parents, but between every sentence, she was filled with contempt and pity for me - that "loser". My parents, Co Chi Vien and Lam Uyen Nhu, after discovering the letter I left behind, reacted exactly as I expected. They weren't worried at all. On the contrary, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's good that he's gone. Let him go out and entertain himself a bit. At home, he only watches the love scene more, which affects Nguyet Anh's mood of reporting."

Lam Uyen Nhu told my father so.