Chapter 2 — Return to Save Yourself

"Tell me clearly, what do you call grandma tearing up my admission notice? What is fake?" Pho Dien lowered her eyes, as if she couldn't bear to look at me. "Thanh Hoa, do you have to force me to say those harsh words in front of everyone?" "Grandma always thinks girls shouldn't study so much. She told me to advise you, but I still support you to go to school. However, we can't fool others." I was almost angered by him. came to burst out laughing. "Since when did my grandmother not let me go to school?" Pho Dien immediately raised his head, his eyes filled with disappointment. "Look, you're starting to deny it again." "I endured everything you said to me at home." "You said I wasn't cultured, said I wasn't worthy of you, said people like me could only roll around in the mud all their lives." He threw dirty water on me one sentence after another. "I don't refute, because I love you." "But you can't step on other people's lives because you want to escape a life of poverty." The faces of the new students who had just entered the school all changed. Someone frowned and looked at me. "I don't know why, but this man looks very miserable." "If the notice is real, why did he have to attack his own girlfriend?" I looked at Pho Dien's face, feeling nauseous in my stomach. I coldly said: "Pho Dien, aren't you afraid that after I go to college, someone like you who can't even pass the college entrance exam won't be worthy of me?"4. The crowd was silent for a moment. Pho Dien's face turned red. The next second, he suddenly burst out laughing. "Yes, I didn't pass the exam." "Since I was young, my family was poor, no one sent me to take extra classes, and no one cared about my studies." "I'm not like her, I passed the entrance exam to a prestigious university, and am about to become a city person." Having said that, he bowed again to the people around him. "I'm very embarrassed." "A person like me who didn't pass the university entrance exam standing here talking about fairness, is probably very funny." "But could it be that it's only students from prestigious universities?" Is it worthy to talk about conscience?” As soon as this sentence was uttered, sympathy appeared on the faces of many people around. I took a step forward. "What you said is fair is ruining my admission?" He immediately showed self-pity. "Look everyone, even now she is still insulting me." "She completely doesn't care about the truth." "She only cares about whether she can get into this school or not." I tightened my backpack strap. A proud look flashed in Pho Dien's eyes. He walked in front of me, lowered his voice, but deliberately let the people around hear. "Thanh Hoa, now that you admit it, you will at most have to go back." "If you wait until the school investigates, the nature of the incident will no longer be the same." "I'm saving you." At this moment, a teacher in charge of welcoming new students interjected. "What's going on?" Pho Dien immediately turned around, speaking very quickly but extremely coherently. He said the admission notice at my house was torn up a long time ago. He said the paper I was holding was of unknown origin. He said I refused to show him because I had a devil in my heart. He said he didn't want me to make mistakes again and again, and also didn't want the school to suffer losses. After listening, the teacher frowned. "Hua Thanh Hoa has completed the admission procedure, the admission information in the system completely matches. Without evidence, you cannot arbitrarily check again." I looked at Pho Dien. "Did you hear that?" But Pho Dien seemed to have been waiting for this sentence. He suddenly raised his voice. "I have proof!" He took out his phone and opened the photo album. In the photo, an admission notice is torn into several pieces. Next to it appeared an old hand. That hand was full of wrinkles, and on the wrist was a red string. Just like my grandmother's hand. Pho Dien's voice trembled: "This is it

I took the photo with my own eyes." "Grandma Hua Thanh Hoa tore up the original admission notice." "If she still has another one now, then it must be fake." I stared at that photo, coldly said: "The photo is fake." Pho Dien immediately objected: "I know you won't admit it." "Thanh Hoa, your grandmother doesn't want you to go away. But you can't use a fake notice to take someone else's spot because you can't go to school." The person in charge of the school also ran over. She looked at the photo, then looked at me, with a serious expression. "This photo needs to be verified. Please come with us to the office, we need to check the authenticity of the admission notice." I said: "Your admission information is all on the system, and it has just been checked. Why do you have to check me again just because of a photo of unknown origin? The person in charge's voice was still relatively mild. "Don't get excited. The original admission notice has anti-counterfeit signs. If the paper in your hand is real, a little checking won't affect your admission." 5. Pho Dien looked at me, a look of satisfaction flashed through his eyes because he had achieved his goal. I understood. What he really wanted was to force me to take out the "admission notice" from my backpack in front of everyone. As long as I couldn't take it out.