Chapter 7 — The First Foundation Stone

When leaving the principal's office, there was a person standing in the hallway. Tu Tu Money. Her face was as white as paper. Seeing me leave, her lips trembled. "To Van, you..." I stopped and looked at her. "From the first day, you bullied someone you didn't understand at all." Her hand tightened. I walked past her. “You will regret it.” Her voice came from behind, carrying tremors. I didn't turn my head. Three days later, Monday morning. All-block congress. Tien Tu Tu stood on stage, holding a piece of paper in his hand, his face ashen. "I... would like to sincerely apologize for the hurt I caused to classmate To Van. I should not have ordered others to post untrue information on the forum..." Her voice was shaking. More than seven hundred people under the stage were so quiet that you could hear the hum of the air conditioner. I sat in the third row, my expression calm. Tran Doa next to me held my hand, his palm was hot. Tien Tu Tu finished reading that paragraph, bowed his head, and got off the stage. When she passed in front of me, she didn't look at me. But I saw her fingernails digging into her palm. After dispersing, someone surrounded me. "To Van, you're really great." "You've been tough enough to confront her alone for so long." "I've followed your account!" I nodded and quickly left. No need for these. What I want is not crowds and praise. What I want is: No one dares to touch me anymore. At noon, my father called. "Are you talking about things online?" "Yes." "You make so much money in a month?" "What does it have to do with me?" The other end was silent for a few seconds. "To Van, it's such a big deal, why don't you tell your family?" "Which house? Dad's house or mom's house?" He was silent again. "Truong Vy said... if you don't live in that house, it's better to rent it out, my parents help you manage the rent..." "No need." "Listen." Dad said it all..." "Dad, if you keep mentioning the house, I'll go online and say why you divorced." The phone was completely quiet. "One million five hundred thousand people are watching, do you think they're interested?" He hung up. I put down the phone. From then on, I no longer received any calls from him regarding the house. In the afternoon, Co Ngon stopped me in the hallway. "Congratulations." "Thank you for what?" "You won." I looked at him. "This doesn't count as winning. Just to make others stop bothering me." He nodded. "So what are you going to do next? Your account is public, everyone in the school knows." "Live your life how you want." "There will be many people coming to find you, brands, media, classmates... your life will change." "I know." He looked at me for a moment. "If it's too much trouble, you can find me." "Why did you find me?" "Because before you went public, I already knew and never bothered you." This sentence made me stunned for two seconds. "...Okay." He smiled a bit and turned around. The first week after my account went public, I refused eleven interview invitations, three variety show invitations, and six contract invitations from MCN. There was also chaos in the school. Every day, someone I don't know comes to talk to me. "Sister To Van, can you help me film a video?" "Senior, teach me how to do personal communications." "To Van, do you accept advertising now? My sister opened an online shop..." I answered unanimously: no acceptance, no teaching, no help. Tran Doa helped me block many people. "Don't come anymore, don't come anymore, she has to review." "People are very busy, if you have something to do, just send an email." But what really gives me a headache is not these people. It's the backstory on Tien Tu Tu's side. After publicly apologizing, she remained silent for three days in school. On the fourth day, her mother arrived. A well-groomed middle-aged woman drives one

Red Maserati, go directly to the principal. That afternoon, the homeroom teacher called me to the office. "To Van, Tien Tu Tu's parents hope you delete all online content related to this." I looked at the homeroom teacher. "I have never mentioned anyone's name online." "But netizens have dug it up, now in many comments there is Qian Tu Tu's name. Her mother said this constitutes cyber violence." "Netizens' behavior has nothing to do with me. I can't control other people's comments." "The homeroom teacher awkwardly rubbed her hands. "Her mother said that if I don't delete it, she will sue me." I laughed a bit. "Let her sue." "To Van..." "Miss, in the video I posted, there are no rumors, no defamation, no disclosure of anyone's name or privacy. Legally, I don't have any problems. On the contrary, Tien Tu Tu ordered others to spread rumors, follow and take photos, if she wants to go to court, I'm ready ready to follow.” The homeroom teacher opened his mouth, unable to say a word. I stood up.