Chapter 4 — Scoreboard in front of Tsinghua Gate

Mac Vien Kieu frowned. "How do you know?" "Yesterday in class, we celebrated his eighteenth birthday, the cake was cut by me." The reception room became quiet again. Van Te Nguyet added in a low voice. "Because Dan Tri Hanh cuts the cake most fairly, every piece is weighed."6. Mac Vien Kieu's face was sometimes red, sometimes white. Uy Minh Chau said nothing more. Tham Hac Nien pulled Luc Hoai Xuyen to the corner of the room and lowered his voice. But the reception room is only that big. "Quickly go back to school and deal with the office." As Luc Hoai Xuyen walked away, police officer Khuong blocked the door. "No one needs to rush to handle anything now." Ms. Chu's phone was still disconnected. She said to the other end: "Yes, it is related to document falsification and an irregular nomination process. Please send someone to Giang Hoai First High School for an on-site inspection." Tham Hac Nien's face turned gray. Mac Vien Kieu started calling. One fight after another. But by the third call, his voice had dropped. "Hello, Chief Luu... No, it's not what it said on the internet..." I caught a word. "On the internet?" The security guard standing at the door raised his phone. "There are so many people in front of the gate, the story has been spreading for a long time." Lieutenant Minh Chau immediately raised his head. Ms. Chu frowned. "Please don't spread information about minors." The security guard quickly put away his phone. "I'm not posting, just watching." My mother was impatient. "So will my son's name be seen by everyone?" Van Te Nguyet gave the phone to my mother. "Miss, there are many people speaking up to help him." My mother didn't know many words, so she squinted her eyes. The more she looked, the more her hands shook. She was not happy. She was afraid. An ordinary family being pushed into the public eye, their first reaction is not happiness but worry about how they will live tomorrow. Tham Hac Nien also grasped this point. He walked up to my mother, his voice softening. "Dan Zhi Hanh's mother, growing up is not necessarily good for the child." My mother raised her head. "What do you mean?" "She still has to return to Giang Hoai First High School to study, she still has to take the university entrance exam." Tham Hac Nien sighed. "If the school is negatively affected, how will teachers and classmates view her? How will the comments in the file be written? How will the university perceive her?" Lieutenant Minh Chau also spoke up. "That's right, Dan Tri Hanh just didn't qualify for the interview this time, it's not like he can't take the university exam." The words fell lightly. Tears immediately welled up in my mother's eyes. "Just?" "Every day he wakes up at four-thirty to memorize lessons, and still does the test at one o'clock in the morning." "His father passed away early, I sold wontons to support him in school." "He never dared to ask me to buy expensive things, a pen was so used that he couldn't hold it until he gave it up." She pointed at me, then at the pile of documents. "You guys just use the word 'just' to take away everything he worked so hard to get?" Lieutenant Minh Chau turned around. face away. Mo Vien Kieu lost patience. "It's okay to understand the parents' feelings, but don't use personal hardship to force the school's decision." I looked at him. "Isn't your daughter struggling?" Mac Vien Kieu was stunned. "What?" "She's also having a hard time." Mac Thien Thien's tears stopped for a moment. I said seriously: "Every day he has to memorize the self-introduction lesson that you guys prepared, wear my badge, afraid that I will find out, afraid that the teacher will scold him, afraid that he will be disappointed." "He struggled not because of studying, but because of lying." Mac Thien Thien covered her face and cried. Mo Vien Kieu was so embarrassed that he became angry. "Don't pretend to be a good person!" "I'm not pretending." "You!" "I was originally like that." The corner of Van Te Nguyet's mouth twitched. Professor Manh directly laughed out loud.

As soon as the atmosphere calmed down a bit, the reception room door opened again. A security guard at Tsinghua University brought a middle-aged woman in. In her hand she carried a black garbage bag. The woman gasped. "Miss Chu, this is scrap paper that the security guard of Giang Hoai High School No. 1 just brought in. They said it was taken out from Miss Uy's office this morning." Uy Minh Chau immediately stood up. "Who told him to bring it?" The woman looked at me. "A student named Dan Tri Hanh called the security room yesterday, saying that if he doesn't return to school today, please uncle, the security guard, don't let anyone dump trash in the tenth grade office. two.”Everyone looked at me. I said: "I was afraid that the review would be blown away by the wind, so I asked in advance." Van Te Nguyet held his forehead. "At that time, did you feel that something was wrong?" "No." "Then why did you call?" "Miss Uy said my mind is not good. I want to keep some evidence of my good mind." Officer Khuong put on gloves and opened the trash bag. Inside were strips of scrap paper rolled into piles. The top piece often reveals my name. Uy Minh Chau grabbed the table, his nails digging deep into the wood grain. 7. Scrap paper piecing is a slow job.