Chapter 5 — The Queen Cryes, I Report the Punishment

“If you bring fifty people, you will pay more.” "Don't post sensitive words in group one. If anyone wants to see it, take it to group two." Du Niem Vi also sent a voice message: "Don't post too many photos of yourself, I still have to receive brand advertising." “The title is a bit suggestive, new traffic coming in.” When the police played that recording, Ms. Tran was also there. Her face was as white as paper. I glanced at her. "Miss Tran, do you still think she used her purity to cause chaos?" Her lips moved, but she couldn't say a word. In the afternoon, Du Niem Vi's mother arrived. She knelt directly in front of me. “Miss Tieu, I beg you, give Niem Vi a way to live.” Someone in the hallway immediately looked over. I retreated to the side. “Don't kneel, I don't accept this game.” Du's mother cried and said: "He is also a victim, his photo was also distributed by bad people!" “I admit this point.” I looked at her. "Her photo was distributed, the police will investigate." "The part where she slandered my son must also be investigated." “These two things do not cancel each other out.” Du's mother cried even louder. “You are also a mother, why are you so cruel?” I was so cold that I wanted to laugh. In my previous life, I also knelt. I begged Du Niem Vi not to post. She helped me up and said, I understand. Turning around, I posted a photo of the ten thousand dollar transfer online. When she destroyed my son, no one asked if she was cruel or not. Father Du quickly arrived. He didn't cry. He directly took out a card. “Miss Tieu, there are fifty thousand in here.” I looked at him. “Buy what?” “Withdraw application, write application for leniency.” He spoke like he was discussing business. “Your son's honor was damaged, we will compensate.” I asked: "If my son really died, would you still compensate?" Father Du's face changed. “Don't say such bad luck.” I laugh. “What your daughter did was much more unlucky.” Father Du lowered his voice. "Don't be too great as a human being. Lam Cuu Tham is still young, having another enemy is not a good thing." My son walked out of the room. He stood behind me, looking at Du's father. “I don't reconcile.” Father Du squinted his eyes. “Are you sure?” My son's voice was hoarse, but he didn't shy away. "Sure." “She knows you didn't do it.” “I still want you to die.” Du's mother's crying stopped. Du's father's hand stiffened in midair. I looked at them. “Do you hear me?” “Bring the money back.” “You girls have to bear whatever you have to bear.” 7 The school's official announcement was made on Thursday after public opinion exploded. Slower than the truth. But it finally came. Lam Cuu Tham did not steal, did not distribute, or sell photos related to Du Niem Vi. Screenshots circulating online are suspected of being fake. Du Niem Vi, Tham Kha, Duong Dich and related people are receiving the investigation. The Academy initially handled the matter unsatisfactorily and began the accountability process. As soon as these words were posted, the school's internal network was like a pan of oil being thrown into the fire. People who scolded my son started deleting their posts. Someone changed their name. Someone deleted their account. Someone sent a private message to apologize. “Sorry, I didn't understand the situation before.” “I just reshared, no malice.” “It's all because of the anonymous wall.” After looking at it, I only answered unanimously: "Please keep your account information, a lawyer will contact you later." Deleting a post is not an eraser. Scolding people is not a free experience either. The second time Duong Dich came to find me, it was at the school gate. His eye circles were dark blue and his hair was messy like he hadn't slept in days. “Miss Tieu, I was really wrong.” “I publicly apologize and compensate, okay?” I said: "Of course we must apologize, we must also compensate." As soon as he breathed a sigh of relief, I added: "But that doesn't mean we won't be responsible." His expression immediately changed. “Do you have to force me to die?” I looked at him. "When you put the label 'male pervert and half-image' on my son, didn't you also want to force him to die?" He was frantic. “That's the document Du Niem Vi gave me!” “She said she was being bullied, what's wrong with helping a female student speak up?” “You accept

How much money does she have? He was silent. I said for him: "Eight thousand heating fee, three thousand urgent sharing fee, and traffic sharing." He suddenly raised his head. “How do you know?” “The police know more.” Duong Dich's face turned pale. I continued to say: "You don't have to help female students speak up." “You are helping money talk.” His lips trembled, finally no longer making excuses. Ms. Tran was also scheduled to talk by the investigation team. Then she sent me a text message. Very long. Said she was afraid of Du Niem Vi's thoughts. Say you have no bad intentions. At that time, public opinion was too great and the school's pressure was also great. I just took a look. No reply. She's not the mastermind. But she used the three words "for your good" and almost pushed my son into a pit. Not everyone who gives da.a.o has the right to say their hands are clean. Principal Zhou's problem is even more complicated.