Chapter 14 — On Le

Luc Hoai Can was stabbed by her and couldn't say a word. Dad put out a bowl of noodles and suddenly said: "Everyone, eat some, the bloomed noodles won't taste good." They all looked at him. Dad was very serious: "If you quarrel, you will quarrel. You can't waste food." Hua Kieu was the first to carry the bowl: "Uncle, I'll eat." Ha Vien Son also held a bowl and tasted a bite: "This is the taste. The money I owe for noodles, pay today." He took out an old bill from his pocket. Dad was happy when he saw it: "It's too much." Ha Vien Son said: "Then consider it a bonus for her." I said: "Contest prize money is calculated separately, noodle money is noodle money." The old man smiled and nodded: "Okay, clear distinction." The comments scrolled by, slowly, as if stuck. 【What's going on, the plot is all messed up.】 【Why are both the male lead and the female lead collapsed?】 【Isn't On Le the female supporting character?】 I bowed my head and ate a piece of noodles. The hot soup slid down my throat, pressing down on the anger that had been stuck inside me for the past few days. Ha Vien Son put down his chopsticks: "On Le, tomorrow's city-wide public competition, you'll go on stage." Master Chu suddenly raised his head. Lam Nhuoc Duong also raised his head. Luc Hoai Can looked at me, there was unwillingness in his eyes, and also a little respect for being late. I said: “Okay.” On the day of the public competition, the hall was filled with students, teachers and parents. My father's small noodle shop made the local news because of what happened the other day. After the neighbors learned the truth, in the morning they lined up to eat noodles at the restaurant, almost drinking the entire pot of broth. He still came, sat in the last row, did not wear an apron but changed into a clean shirt. Hua Kieu sat next to him, holding up a handwritten sign. Don't be afraid, On Le. It's the wrong answer that's afraid of you. I watched and almost burst out laughing on stage. The competition is a live answer and defense part. In the first round, Luc Hoai Can picked a combination card and spoke very firmly. He's still amazing, the teachers below kept nodding. When it was my turn, the question appeared on the screen. I looked at it for three seconds and then said: "There are two ways to solve this problem. I'll explain briefly." Someone below laughed softly: "Is it short again?" I finished writing in five minutes. A female teacher at the judges' table asked: "If you change the limiting condition to the opposite, will your solution still work?" I said: "No, but it can be fixed." "How to fix it?" I turned around and wrote four lines on the right. The female teacher nodded: "Okay." In the second round of group play, Luc Hoai Can and I were placed in the same group, opposite two strong opponents from another school. Luc Hoai Can pushed the paper over: "You do the first half, I'll do the second half." I said: “Are you sure?” He said: “The first half you were faster.” When these words came out of his mouth, the people from our school in the stands all looked over. Lam Nhuoc Duong sat at the end of the stage, his face unsightly. The question paper was distributed, I wrote the first half, Luc Hoai Can continued the second half. He was stuck at a step, I pushed the scratch paper towards him a bit, didn't say anything, just circled a condition. He understands. Our group won first place. When the host teacher announced the results, Luc Hoai Can did not receive all the applause like before. He held the microphone and said: "The key condition just now was On Le's reminder. Without him, I would have been stuck." There was a quiet discussion in the hall. I looked at him. Justice that comes late is not worth it, but open admission is at least stronger than silence. The third round is for the individual to have the right to answer. Lam Nhuoc Duong was not qualified to go on stage, but suddenly stood up from the stage. "I denounce On Le!" The whole hall was silent. Teacher Co frowned: "Lin Nhuoc Duong, your qualifications have been suspended." She held the phone, her voice shrill: "I have proof. On Le and Mr. Ha have known each other for a long time, she came into contact with the problem first so she could win."

all the way.” Dad stood up: "Little girl, you can eat rice indiscriminately, but you can't speak indiscriminately." Lam Nhuoc Duong projected the image on the phone onto the screen. That's the photo I wrote last year for Ha Vien Son in the noodle shop. I don't know who secretly took the photo, the angle was very skewed, I could only see me bowing my head writing, Ha Vien Son sitting opposite. It was indeed chaotic down there. "She really knew the examiner for a long time?" "That's not fair." Teacher Chu was also sitting in the back row. Hearing this, it was as if he had caught the last straw, and immediately stood up: "This matter must be investigated clearly!" Ha Vien Son sat at the judges' table, his expression very solemn. Lam Nhuoc Duong cried and said: "I know I did wrong, but I can't watch someone who is truly unfair be raised up." I went to the side of the stage and asked her: "Where did the photo come from?" She stiffened her neck: "You don't need to know." "If you don't say it, I'll say it instead." I looked at the screen. “This is a photo taken from the camera in my house. The original video is on my dad's phone, only people in the shop can extract it." Dad frowned: "I've never given it to anyone else." Hua Kieu suddenly said: "Yesterday Mr. Truong came to the shop to cause trouble. Did he ever peek at your phone?" Lam Nhuoc Duong's face changed. Teacher Co immediately told the staff to extract the full video. Lam Nhuoc Duong panicked: "You guys help her again!"