Chapter 4 — Secret Explosive Burning of Cow Dung

As a result, an iron box brought out old stories of the village chief's family. She immediately changed direction.

“These things seem a bit out of touch with the topic of today's program.”

“I think it's best not to hurt the privacy of other people's families.”

I glanced at her.

“You told me earlier that I had to respond, why didn't I see you mention privacy rights?”

Bach Nhiem's throat was stiff. Quy Hanh sat next to him and whispered one more sentence.

"Moreover, it was Mr. Nguu who started it first."

Bach Nhiem's face turned red. She said nothing more. Niu Dai Dung's mic on the other side was turned off but his mouth was still moving. Looking at his mouth, he's definitely swearing very dirty. Tham Kieu quickly brought the topic back.

“It seems that Van Duong and Mr. Luc's childhood really had a lot of experiences.”

“However, netizens are still very curious about the principal's bicycle.”

My heart sank. Today's program is truly determined to pull out all my childhood criminal records. On the big screen, a hot search keyword immediately appeared: Van Duong pushed the principal's bicycle downhill. Attached is an illustration of an old twenty-eight bicycle. Along with the rumor line written by an unknown person: *"All of us in elementary school know that Van Duong was extremely bad when he was young, pushing the principal's bicycle downhill, causing him to break his leg."* I looked at that line and laughed coldly.

“Who wrote this?”

Tham Kieu asked: "Van Duong, is this true?"

“Downhill cycling is real.”

“But it wasn't me who pushed.”

Bach Nhiem spoke softly.

“But just now Mr. Luc said, when I was 8 years old, I pushed the principal's bicycle down the hillside.”

Luc Van Da responded very quickly.

“I said it wrong.”

“To be exact, she PIDED the principal's bicycle down the hillside.”

The whole school became silent again. I turned my head to look at the screen.

“Luc Van Da!”

He nodded.

“But before she pedaled, there was no one on the bike.”

“After pedaling, no one broke their leg.”

Tham Kieu clearly looked relieved.

“So why cycle?”

Luc Van Da flipped through his notebook.

“Because there was a cat tied up in the cart.”

My finger stopped. That cat. I remember now. That day, after school, the older kids gathered around the principal's car and laughed. In the cart was stuffed a calico cat. The cat's four legs were tied tightly with rope, and its mouth was also gagged with a rag. They said they would drop the car down the slope to see if the cat was scared to death. I rushed to get it back. Can't win. So I kicked the fallen car out. The car rolled along the slope and got stuck in the ditch. The cat fell out, Luc Van Da picked up a rock and broke the rope, carrying the cat away. Then the principal arrived. Those kids accused me of damaging the car. I was punished by standing all afternoon. Luc Van Da was also fined. Because he had cat hair on him. I looked at the camera.

“The car broke down, I paid for it.”

“The cat is still alive.”

“The principal did not break his leg.”

Luc Van Da added one more sentence.

“The broken leg is the principal's dog.”

I remained silent. Tham Kieu was also silent. Quy Hanh couldn't help but laugh. I held my forehead.

“It was the dog that ran after the car and tripped.”

Luc Van Da replied: "Yes, it's also alive." Commenters laughed and changed directions.

“I'm satisfied, transformed Every bad thing Van Duong does is behind the scenes to protect animals."

“When she was young, she was a permanent member of the village forest ranger department.”

"Bach Nhiem mentioned it again just now."

“Why does she keep trying to make Van Duong look like a bad person?”

Bach Nhiem's face completely turned pale. She put down the glass of water.

“I only rely on the information I hear to ask questions.”

I looked at her.

“Every time you ask a question, it's a coincidence that only half of it is unfavorable to me.”