Chapter 8 — Scoreboard in front of Tsinghua Gate

"Dan Tri Hanh, the school made a serious mistake in the nomination process, causing hurt to you and your parents. We sincerely apologize."After speaking, he bowed. Below is extremely quiet. It's not that no one wants to applaud. It's that people don't know whether to clap or not. Van Te Nguyet stood in the first grade line, waving at me. The fingerprints on her face have faded but have not completely disappeared. The day Lieutenant Minh Chau was taken away, she also came to do an injury assessment. It's my turn to go on stage. The vice principal gave me the microphone. "Dan Tri Hanh, please say a few words." I looked at the crowd of people on the school grounds. Many classmates bowed their heads. There were also people who looked at me with guilt in their eyes. The people whose signatures were forged, the people who said I didn't understand, the people who clearly knew something was wrong but didn't dare speak up, are all standing in the sunlight. I only said one sentence. "From now on, whoever's name will be signed." The schoolyard was quiet for a second. Applause suddenly rang out. The first is Van Te Nguyet. Then there's first grade. Next, the whole schoolyard echoed with applause. My mother stood under the stage, using her apron to wipe her tears. After that day, Giang Hoai First High School changed its nomination rules. All nomination lists must be made public within three days, students and parents must sign for confirmation, and the entire meeting process must be recorded. My twelfth grade life didn't immediately turn into a feel-good revenge tale. There are still people saying behind my back that I'm too stubborn. Some people also say I make the school lose face. Every time Van Te Nguyet hears it, he will refute it. "The person who loses face is the one who steals someone else's path, not the one who rediscovers his own path." Mac Thien Thien transferred to the regular class. Before leaving, she gave me a letter. The letter did not ask for my forgiveness, but only included a copy of the witness statement. She said she would take the university exam, relying on her own scores to move forward. I put the letter in my file bag. Put it together with the fake signature. After that, because of falsifying documents and violating students' rights, Uy Minh Chau was found to have to bear corresponding legal responsibility and was permanently banned from continuing to teach. Mac Vien Kieu was dismissed. Tham Hac Nien never returned to the principal's office again. Luc Hoai Xuyen was transferred to the logistics department, in charge of warehouse registration. It is said that now he is most afraid of paper shredders. The day the admission notice from Tsinghua University was sent, my mother was wrapping wontons. As soon as the postal worker called my name, her hands shook and she poured a spoonful of salt into the filling. The last pot of wontons was so salty that the neighbor had to drink three kettles of water. But my mother laughed all day. In the evening, she placed the admission notice in front of my father's photo. "See, your son is the age of the door latch." "The door latch is good." "The door latch can hold the door and also prevent bad people." Before the first day of school, I went to the gate of Tsinghua University again. The security guard is still there. As soon as he saw me, he happily said: "No more paper scattered this time?" I gave him a bag of wontons. "No scattered, come give me a gift." "For you?" "There's also the cleaning lady's share." The security guard took it, smiled and waved his hand. Professor Manh came out of the school gate, in his hand holding an admission guide for new students. "Dan Tri Hanh, you went to the wrong gate, new students came in from the other side." I looked at the school gate. Then I looked in the direction she was pointing. "But last time I entered from here." Professor Manh sighed. "Okay, so you entered from here." The moment my feet stepped through the school gate, the phone rang. My mother

sent a voice message. "Son, are you there yet? Remember, when you go to college, don't be too stubborn, you have to learn how to turn." I held the record button. "Mom, I entered the gate." "The gate is straight." "I also went straight." Professor Manh, standing next to him, heard it and laughed so much that he had to hold on to the glass. The security guard shouted at me: "Dan Tri Hanh!" I turned around. He pointed to the ground. “Don't kneel this time!” I bowed my head and looked at my knees. Then seriously nodded. "No more kneeling." End.