Chapter 10 — The First Foundation Stone

Proving that the real purpose of his request for management was not to "protect the rights of minors", but to try to use the house as collateral for a loan or turn it into cash. After listening to both sides, the judge asked my father a question. "Plaintiff, do you currently have a debt dispute or economic difficulties?" My father's lawyer quickly replied: "This is not related to the case..." "It is related." The judge said, "If there is a risk in the economic situation of the person applying for management, the court needs to evaluate the reliability of that person managing the assets on his behalf." My father bowed his head. "...There are a few difficulties going around." The judge looked at the documents, then looked at me. "Defendant To Van, do you have anything to say?" I stood up. "Judge, I just want to say one thing." "A year and a half ago, they asked me who I would follow after the divorce. I said I just wanted to say something." needed the house. Then both of them breathed a sigh of relief." "That was the handover they left me. Now he wants it back." "I don't agree." The court was silent for a few seconds. The judge announced a recess for consultation. Half an hour later, the results came out. Reject all of the plaintiff's lawsuit claims. The house's condition remains intact and belongs to me. Leaving the court gate, my father stood on the steps. "To Van." I stopped. He looked at me, his lips moving. "Dad... sorry." I looked at him for three seconds. "Don't aim at me from now on." Turn around. My mother waited for me next to the car. "It's over?" "It's over." She reached out to pat my shoulder, hesitated for a moment, and finally patted me. "You're much more resilient than I thought." "It's not resilient. There's no turning back." She didn't say anything more. I got on the bus and went home. After the lawsuit ended, my life completely took on a new trajectory. In the final exam of the second semester of grade 11, I ranked first in the grade. Not a close win, but a crushing victory, the total score was fifty-two points ahead of second place. All subjects are in the top three of the entire grade. The account surpassed three million followers. Brand cooperation invitations received so many, I started choosing customers. Only receive good quality products, only receive content that suits my style, quotes under one hundred thousand are not considered. After my summer exams, I made a decision: to set up my personal studio. Do not sign MCN, become a legal entity yourself. Tran Doa helped me run business registration procedures. The day the business license was issued, she took a photo and sent it to me. "Content Studio To Van, legal representative: To Van. So cool." "It's just a piece of paper." "Can you have a little sense of ritual?" "The feeling of ritual doesn't make money." She rolled her eyes. During summer break, I hired a part-time assistant, a third-year student, to help me handle daily branding and calendar management. I can finally spend more time studying again. Grade 12 already. The goal is very clear: top 2 nationwide. The first day of school in September, new classrooms, new deskmates. But some things don't change. For example: "Friend To Van? I'm a new art teacher. I want to ask for your help in making a propaganda video to celebrate the school's founding." Again. "Teacher, I'm in 12th grade now, time is urgent." "Remuneration can be negotiated..." "It's not a matter of remuneration." I pulled out a business card from my desk drawer. It's my studio's email. “Send a business email, your assistant will reply.” Art teacher receives business card, magical expression. Tran Doa behind him laughed so much that he crawled on the table. The days of grade 12 were simple but strict. During the day, study, take questions, and practice exams. At night, I come home and handle studio work, no more than two hours a day. On weekends, spend half a day filming and accumulating content according to the schedule. The remaining time is spent studying. November exam, standing

single block. At the end of January, ranked first in the block. First test in March, ranked seventh in the whole city. Second test in April, third place in the whole city. The day the grades came in, the homeroom teacher banged the table in the office. "To Van, following this trend, you'll definitely get into a top school." I didn't say anything. Sure or not, only after taking the exam will we know. But I really have faith. For the past year and a half, I've done everything myself. The university entrance exam is just the final question. One week before the university entrance exam, my father suddenly appeared at the school gate. Long time no see. He was much thinner than a year ago, and his spirit was not very good. "To Van." I stopped. "What's the matter?" "Just... wanted to visit my child. I'm about to take the university entrance exam." I looked at him. In his hand he carried a bag of fruit, just like more than a year ago when Truong Vy was still with him. But this time he was alone. "Where is Truong Vy?" His expression stiffened. "...We broke up." "When?" "Last month." I didn't ask why. There is a high possibility that the company will completely collapse, the money will also be lost, and Truong Vy will immediately leave. Third marriage, once again the whole body withdrew. As for my father, in the end there was nothing left. "Dad, where are you now?" "Rented house." "Is the living expenses enough?" He smiled a little, very forced. "Enough, enough, don't worry."