Chapter 3 — The First Foundation Stone

“What if it's a pervert secretly filming?” Tran Doa sent me a private message: Isn't she talking about you? Me: The video I posted is a behind-the-scenes propaganda video officially authorized by the school, the school has already signed the consent form. Tran Doa: Does she know you posted it? I do not know. She is casting bait. Tran Doa: So what do you think? Me: Not moving. Tien Tu Tu has no evidence, she just feels that "that video and To Van's shooting style are similar." But she couldn't find my account. Because I never show my face, I don't show my voice, all content uses AI to change my voice. Two days later, this matter suddenly subsided. But new trouble comes again. Thursday afternoon, my father suddenly appeared at the school gate. Not alone, but bringing along the other woman, his new wife, Truong Vy. Over forty years old, takes very good care of himself, drives a white Porsche. She stood next to the car, wearing sunglasses, observing the school gate. My father waved at me. "To Van, come here." I stopped walking. "What's going on?" "Aunt Truong wants to see you." "Why?" Truong Vy took off her sunglasses and smiled. "You're To Van, right? Your father often talks about you, saying your academic performance is especially good." I looked at her. "If you have something to say, say it." Her smile stopped. My father frowned: "To Van, please pay attention." "You're in a hurry to go home and do your homework." Truong Vy pulled my father's arm, signaling him not to get angry. "That's it, we're about to move to a new house, want to ask if you want to move in with us? The room is already prepared for you." I looked at my father. "You have a home." "That area is too old, the environment is not good, it's not safe for a little girl to live alone." "Living for half a year, no." There's nothing wrong." Truong Vy's smile remained very professional. "To Van, I have good intentions. You live alone, if something happens..." "If something happens, just call the police." My father's face darkened. "To Van, can you not be so stubborn?" "Can you not do this act in front of the school gate?" He opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything. I turned around. Behind her, Truong Vy said something in a low voice, probably something like "slowly". I don't care. But I know this isn't over yet. She didn't come to be a good person. No one would be "good" to a stepdaughter like that for no reason. When I got home, I checked it out a bit. This house of mine currently has a market value of three million eight hundred thousand yuan. Three years ago, when my mother bought it, it was just over two million. School district houses, prices increase very quickly. The name on the real estate certificate is my name, the only thing that makes me feel like I can profit when they divorce. If I move there, how will this house be handled? Leave it alone? Or "temporarily leave it to dad to manage"? I'm not stupid. The next week, my father called four times in a row. I listened to one call, hung up three calls. When I heard it, he said: "Truong Vy is really kind to you, you can move over there, you don't need to worry about anything." I said: “I don't worry about anything now.” Then hang up. He sent WeChat again: "I'm a high school student, what if I go to college later? An empty house is a waste." I don't answer. Friday, things escalated. The school's disciplinary education department came to talk to me. "Friend To Van, someone reported that you are currently living alone, without a guardian by your side?" I looked at the director of the disciplinary education department. "My legal guardian is my mother, she pays living expenses every month, and contacts me periodically." "But she doesn't live with me?" "You're seventeen years old, you can take care of yourself." The director pushed his glasses. "A parent called to protest." Considering that my situation is not suitable to live alone, I request the school to pay a little attention.”Parents. I asked: “Which parent?” Homeroom no

say the name, but I already know. Either my father, or Truong Vy. The purpose was very clear: through the school to put pressure on me to "actively" transfer there. "Teacher, my achievements are at the top of the grade, there are no records of any disciplinary violations, my psychological state is normal, there are no economic problems. If necessary, I can provide my mother's guardianship certificate." The homeroom was silent for a moment. "You go home first, we will find out more." Leaving the office, I called my mother directly. "Someone reported to the school." about you living alone, let the school investigate you." My mother's voice tightened. "Who?" "Guess." She was silent for three seconds. "Tomorrow I'll go to school to explain the situation." "I don't need to come, I'll just send the school a guardianship declaration, with my signature and a copy of my ID." "Okay." Before hanging up the phone, she suddenly said one sentence: "What does your father want to do?" "Look at your house." Another three seconds of silence. silence. "To Van, don't touch that house, don't sign anything if anyone says anything." "You're not stupid." "I know you're not stupid." Her voice was low, "When I first gave the house to you, I was afraid that this day would come." This was the most sincere thing she said in the past half year. Hang up the phone, I sit in front of the desk. It was dark outside the window.