Chapter 2 — The third person is my biological sister

After hanging up the phone, I sat in the staircase of the experimental building, watching the number of people in the livestream room increase from fifty thousand to one hundred and twenty thousand. Ninh Chi cried once, and under my account there was another batch of curses. Every time she says "I just want the truth", someone rushes into her private message and tells me to get away from Lan Dai. In the afternoon, the anonymous wall posted new news again. "Additional evidence: the so-called biological sister received a transfer of 520 yuan from the groom's family, met in private late at night." Attached photo is Quy Van Chau transferring 520 yuan to me. The video is ten: forty p.m., he walks into the Materials Academy building and hands me the file bag. The comment section immediately boiled over. "Sisters transfer to 520? How romantic." "Sending documents late at night, who would believe it?" "After being beaten up with evidence to this extent, they still make it out to be sisters." I opened the full chat history. That 520 was the tuition fee I advanced to Quy Van Chau, 519.8 yuan, he was lazy to calculate and converted it into round numbers. I handed in the documents late at night because the next day I had to interview for Professor Lac's group, the application form was forgotten in the dormitory, it was conveniently brought over from the library. The first ten seconds of the video were cut. In the original video, Quy Van Chau walked into the hallway, the first sentence was: "Sister, you left things lying around again." Now all that remains is the scene of him handing over the file bag, me taking it, the two of us standing very close to each other. Tran Mieu was so angry that his hands were shaking. "They did it on purpose!" I asked: "Who operates the anonymous wall?" "It seems to be a male student at the Media Academy, named Phuong Trach. Based on the account accepting posts to earn ads, there are quite a few followers."I wrote that name in the notes. At night, someone came downstairs to the dormitory. Two students stood in front of the door, one of them holding a livestream phone. "Classmate Nguyen Duong, we are the Campus Observation Club. With such a big online controversy, are you willing to respond?" Tran Mieu blocked the door. "Who let you into the livestream women's dormitory floor?" The girl holding the phone spoke very eloquently. "We're just asking for everyone. If you're innocent, what are you afraid of?" The remaining male student stuck his head out to look at my table, the lens scanning. through the computer and my bed. "Some people say you relied on the context to enter Lan Dai, and also meddled in other people's feelings. You still don't show evidence, are you guilty?" I picked up my phone and turned back. "First, entering the dormitory area to livestream without permission is an invasion of privacy. Second, I have declared Quy Van Chau as my younger brother. Third, now go out." The girl laughed coldly. "Your attitude is so bad, No wonder people don't believe it." I looked at her. "My bad attitude doesn't mean you have the right to barge into my dormitory. If you ask for the truth like that, why don't you livestream your ID number first?" Tran Mieu almost laughed out loud. The aunt in charge of the dormitory rushed over and chased people out. But the livestream was cut into a new video. The title is: "Being questioned to no end? Female first-year graduate student angrily scolds her classmates in the dormitory." That night, Professor Lac sent a text message. "Tomorrow morning there will be a coordination meeting at the academy. If there is still no proof of relationship, the process of joining the group will continue to be paused." I looked at that text, my palm turned cold. This is no longer just a sentimental gossip. It started biting my way. At three o'clock in the morning, Quy Van Chau sent a photo. He sat in the waiting room of the high-speed train station, his eyes were pale, his hands tightened on his file bag. "Sister, see you in the morning." At nine o'clock the next morning, the academy meeting room was filled with people. Academic advisor, graduate secretary, academy deputy secretary, professor Lac, and anonymous wall operator Phuong Trach. Ninh Chi also came. She sat near the window, next to it

There were two girls accompanying, the phone lens pointed down, but clearly filming secretly. Phuong Trach was wearing a hoodie, with an impatient look on his face because he was forced to come. "Teachers, our anonymous wall only accepts submissions, does not represent opinions. Students have freedom of expression." I asked him. "Are the words 'interfere', 'third person' in the title also the original text of the submission?" He spread his hands. "Netizens all say that, we just generalize." Ninh Chi opened his mouth in a small voice. "Me too. I don't want to make a fuss like that. But Nguyen Duong still refuses to apologize directly, I really can't stand it anymore." I asked her: "Why do I have to apologize?" Tears immediately fell from her eyes. "You clearly knew Van Chau had a girlfriend, and you ordered him to do this." Professor Lac looked at the time. "Nguyen Duong, where are the documents to prove it?" Just as I was about to open my mouth, the conference room door was pushed open. Quy Van Chau stood at the door, his hair blown by the wind, his jacket still carrying the cold air of the early morning. Behind it is a woman wearing a black vest. Lawyer Manh. The person in charge of our family's legal affairs. Quy Van Chau placed the file bag on the conference table. "Here." He spread out each document section. Copy of household registration book. Birth certificate. Notarized relationship certificate. Paper explaining the child's surname signed by the parents.