Chapter 11 — The First Foundation Stone

I took out an envelope from my briefcase. "There's twenty thousand in here, take it and use it." He was stunned. "To Van..." "Don't think too much, I just let you borrow it. Wait until I can turn it around and then return it to you." His hands were shaking. When he received the envelope, he bowed his head, not looking up for a long time. "Dad, I'm sorry." "I know." "In the future I... pass the university entrance exam, have a good life." "Yes." When I turned around, I heard him say a very quiet sentence behind me. "To Van, you are the most at fault dad in this life." I didn't turn my head. But after walking more than ten steps, I finally stopped for a moment. Take a deep breath. Then keep going. Not forgiveness. Just no need to hate anymore. I'm so tired of hating, I have more important things to do. June 7, first day of university entrance exam. I met Tran Doa outside the exam center. She was so nervous that her palms were sweating. "To Van, I'm so scared." "Don't panic. Just act normally like a practice exam." "Why aren't you nervous at all?" "Waste of energy." She took a deep breath. "Okay, I'll learn from you, it's a bit cold-blooded." "It's not cold-blooded, it's keeping your emotions to deal with after the exam is over." The bell rang. Enter the exam room. Two and a half days, six subjects. When writing a literature essay, my pen never stops. The last question in math is a bit difficult, it took twenty minutes to do. The third reading for English class was a bit confusing, I woke up and did it again. The natural science complex operates normally. After finishing the final exam, walking out of the exam room, the sky outside was very blue. Tran Doa rushed to hug me. "It's over!" I patted her back. "It's over." On the day I get grades, I don't sit in front of the computer. It was Tran Doa who helped me look it up. When she called, her voice was almost shouting. "To Van! Seven hundred and three points! Second place in the whole city! Fifth place in the whole province!" I said "yes". "You just 'yeah'? Seven hundred and three points!" "I see the wishes." "What other wishes do you see! This point can go wherever you want!" She was right. Seven hundred and three points, top ten in the entire province. The two best schools are chosen arbitrarily. That evening, I posted a status. Don't show off your scores, don't show off your admission notice. There is only one sentence: "At the age of seventeen, two adults breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. At the age of eighteen, I breathed a sigh of relief myself." The comment section exploded. The old followers all commented: "Channel owner, you have finally grown up." "From one million followers to three million, watching you go step by step to today, crying." "You deserve all the good things." I turned off the phone and stood on the balcony. The city's night lights are as bright as day. Eighteen years old. Everything has just begun. At the end of August, enter university. I went to that best school. On the day of admission, Tran Doa helped me pull a suitcase. She took the entrance exam to another university in the same city, not far from me. "In the future, if you're too busy and forget me, I'll come to your school to block the door." "Okay, remember to make an appointment in advance." She rolled her eyes. When we said goodbye in the dormitory, she suddenly hugged me. "To Van, thank you for the past two years." "Thank me for what?" "Let me know how a person can live." I patted her shoulder. "You yourself are not bad." She smiled, let go, and pulled her suitcase away. I turned around and went upstairs. Four-person dormitory, roommates still haven't arrived yet. I chose a bed near the window, finished packing, and turned on the computer. In the email there are more than ten unread messages. In it was a message from a platform I have been following. They invited me to be the first group of guests of the “Young Creators Plan”. No need to sign exclusive rights, no percentage, for resource placement. There is only one condition: maintain the quality of the original content. I answer with two words: Accept. In the afternoon, take a tour around the grounds

campus. Very spacious, very quiet, very beautiful. As I passed the library gate, a voice rang out next to me. "Same school." I turned around. Co Ngon stood under the sycamore tree, holding a book in his hand, smiling at me. "Before, when I said we'd meet in September, I thought you would go to that school." "I told you, I want to go to the best place." "Yes, you can do it." He walked over. "Invite you to dinner tonight." "Why?" "Congratulations to the new students." "I'm already a second year." "Then use your status as a senior to welcome the new students." I looked at him for three seconds. "Okay. I'm invited." That night, We ate a meal at a small restaurant next to the school. Talks a lot. About high school, about the future, about the days of having to hide. He said: "When you were suffering the most, I really wanted to help." "I already helped." "What help?" "You knew my secret, but didn't take advantage of it. For me at seventeen years old, that was the biggest help." He looked at me, smiling. "So what about later?" "Let's talk later." "Okay. No rush." In the second semester of my first year, my account exceeded five million followers. The studio expanded from one part-time assistant to three people: one operating, one filming, and one in charge of commerce. Annual income exceeds two million.