Chapter 5 — The First Foundation Stone

That was last month when I met the person in charge of the brand and discussed a cooperation worth fifty thousand yuan. But in the mouths of these people, it turns into a different story. Friday afternoon, I was called to the disciplinary education department for the second time. This time, there was not only the head of the disciplinary education department, but also the group leader and the psychology teacher. "Friend To Van, you know about what happened on the forum, right?" "Know." "Do you have anything to explain?" I looked at the three of them. "The person who should be called to explain is not you, but the person who posted. Don't you have to face the consequences for spreading rumors?" The block leader coughed. "We will investigate, but you also have to understand, the school has responsibility to find out the situation." "What do you want to find out?" "My income source. Some classmates reflect that my consumption level does not match my family's situation." I took out the tablet from my bag and opened the banking application. "This is my personal account cash flow. All income sources are legal freelance jobs: content creation, video creation, brand cooperation. If necessary, I can provide tax payment papers and contracts." Three people looked at the above numbers screen, all froze. The psychology teacher's mouth opened. Head of the glass pushing block. The head of the disciplinary education department cleared his throat. "You... have that much income a month?" "In recent months, the average has been about fifty to eighty thousand." Five seconds of silence. "I don't want this story to be known to the other students?" "I don't want to. This is my privacy." "So about the forum..." "The teachers will investigate the person who spreads the rumor. My documents can be provided together. But I have a request." "What request?" "Next." When there are investigation results, make a public correction." The principal nodded. "Reasonable." I put away the tablet and stood up. "One more thing." I paused for a moment. "If the teachers find out who posted the post, please let me know. I don't take revenge, but I have the right to know." Leaving the office, there was a person standing in the hallway. Co Ngon. "What are you standing here for?" "The student council is passing by on business." He looked at me, "Are you okay?" "Pretty okay." "I heard all those words." "Eavesdropping?" "The door wasn't closed tightly." I looked at him. "So what did you hear?" The corner of his lips curled up slightly. "To Van, you're better than I thought." I didn't answer this question. But the string in my heart that had been tight for a long time suddenly loosened a little. Next Monday, the investigation results of the disciplinary education department are available. The IP of the forum post is traced back to the school's computer room. The time of posting was four-thirty last Wednesday afternoon, during which time seven people used the computer room. One of them is Liu Giai. Tien Tu Tu's errand boy. The disciplinary education department called Luu Giai to ask about the matter. An hour later, Luu Giai walked out crying. I heard she confessed everything. It was Tien Tu Tu who told her to post it, the content was pre-written by Tien Tu Tu and given to her, and the photo was pre-written by Tien Tu Tu who arranged for someone to follow and take the photo. In the afternoon, the class head called Tien Tu Tu over. But the result was beyond everyone's expectations: Tien Tu Tu denied everything. "It was Liu Jia who wanted to post it, it has nothing to do with you. Those words were all made up by her." But Liu Jia has no chat history. Qian Tu Tu told her to use the self-destruct reading application to send instructions, leaving no trace. Final results: Liu Jia was recorded with a disciplinary violation, Tien Tu Tu was given a "verbal warning". Tran Doa was so angry that he slapped the table in class. "That's it?" I sat on the chair, my face calm. "It was expected." "Aren't you angry?" "What's the use of being immediate? Without evidence, there's no evidence." "So just let her go like that?" I opened the textbook. "Who said let it go?" Tran Doa looked at me. "Mr.

What are you going to do?" I didn't say. That night, I made a decision. Opened the computer, logged into the platform. Posted a status line: "Guess what the channel owner's identity is? The answer will be announced tomorrow." The comment area immediately exploded. "Isn't that a celebrity?!" "Wait, are you about to reveal your identity?" "The real portrait of the channel owner with one million five hundred thousand followers? I bet a billion you're a college student!" I looked at those comments, the corners of my mouth curled up. Not a college student. An 11th grader. Tomorrow, everyone will know. I don't intend to hide anymore. Hiding is for safety. But when someone uses my "hiding" to fabricate, to defame me, then concealment turns into concession. I don't give in. The next morning, when Tran Doa saw me, he clearly realized there was something wrong. Something's wrong. "Your aura is very different today." "Is that so?" "It's like I'm about to do a big deal." I laughed a little, not denying it. I didn't miss any classes in the morning, I still took notes, everything was still submitted as usual. But the data on my phone was increasing like crazy. Yesterday's status had more than ten thousand views. At noon, I recorded a video in class.