Chapter 7 — Secret Explosive Burning of Cow Dung

“Really.”

“I thought the things from my childhood were long gone.”

"But today, Van Duong keeps forcing people too much, and I have no choice."

I almost laughed out loud. Excessive pressure? From beginning to end, the opinion leader called me pick-me green tea girl first, first her. The person who used the story of burning the wall to imply that I was hurting others was also her. Now that her real name has been discovered, it turns out I refuse to let her go. She bowed her head and wiped her tears.

“At that time, I had just transferred schools.”

“Van Duong led a few boys to block my way.”

“She told me to hide the money, saying that would make the teacher panic.”

“I don't dare not listen.”

Comments exploded.

“This is so evil.”

“If it's true, wasn't Van Duong involved in school violence when he was a child?”

"Bach Nhiem still doesn't dare to speak, no wonder her expression has been so strange just now."

"Luc Van Da is definitely on Van Duong's side, his words cannot be trusted."

I pushed the glass of water away. Fingers are a bit cold. Not out of fear. But because it's disgusting. Bach Nhiem's way of lying is very skillful. She didn't say a single word. Just say you're afraid, just say you don't dare, just say you don't want to repeat it. She left the rest of the blade to netizens to figure out for themselves. I spoke up: "You said I forced you to hide money?" Bach Nhiem looked at me.

“I know you won't admit it.”

I nodded.

“So tell me, where do I force you?”

Bach Nhiem pursed her lips.

“Behind the stadium.”

I asked: “What day?” She replied: "One day before losing money." I asked again: "What time?" She stopped.

“Children's stories, how can you remember them so clearly?”

Luc Van Da suddenly spoke up.

“I remember.”

Everyone looked towards the screen again. He turned over an old diary page.

“The day before losing money, it was raining.”

“After the stadium was full of mud, the school canceled gym class.”

"That day, Van Duong was punished by the teacher for copying lessons, and he never left class at noon."

Bach Nhiem bit her lower lip.

“What can your diary alone prove?”

Luc Van Da raised his eyes.

“It's not just me.”

As soon as he finished speaking, from Tham Kieu's headphones came the director's reminder. Her expression changed.

“The program just received messages from some old classmates of Lien Thuy village primary school.”

"One of them agreed to connect directly."

The screen separates. A woman with short hair appears in the frame. She looked at me first, her eyes red.

“Van Duong, do you still remember me?”

I stared at her for a few seconds.

“Hoang Tieu Yen?”

She smiled.

“It's me.”

Comment again scans across the screen.

“An old classmate has appeared.”

“Today's program has turned into a trial.”

“Speak quickly, speak quickly.”

Tham Kieu asked her: "Do you know about lunch money in the past?" Hoang Tieu Yen nodded.

“Know.”

“That day after finding the money, Van Duong never said who hid it.”

“He just said he found it in a hole in the wall.”

“Then some of us girls secretly saw Bach Tieu Nhiem drag him into the water room, crying and begging him not to tell the teacher.”

Bach Nhiem raised his head.

“You talk nonsense!”

Hoang Tieu Yen frowned.

“What nonsense did I say?”

“At that time you told your father he lost money, the family has no money to pay for lunch.”

“You want to hide the money first, so that the teacher thinks it's an outsider stealing it, so he can take it away after school.”

“As a result, Van Duong found him.”

Bach Nhiem's tears stopped falling. Hoang Tieu Yen continued: "At that time, Van Duong was rough and had a rough temper."

“But he never bullied you.”

“He even stuffed his cornered 2-yuan bill for him, saying that if he really starved to death at school, he would have nightmares at night.”

I heard it with a lump in my throat. I had forgotten that saying.