Chapter 6 — The third person is my biological sister

He stood there, his lips moving. "Your family has the law, I can't provoke you. I admit defeat." I laughed. "You don't have to know it's wrong." "You're just scared." I walked around him and went upstairs. Traffic is not free. When swallowed, it is more refreshing, but when vomited, it is even more harmful. Graduate life is finally back on track. Group meetings in the morning, experiments at noon, data editing in the evening. Quy Van Chau still comes to bring us meals from time to time, but we are all much more restrained. Friday, for the first time, I officially participated in Professor Lac's group meeting. In the meeting room sat more than ten seniors. Professor Lac did not mention the storm, just gave me a stack of documents. "Nguyen Duong, you are in charge of checking this data. Give me the draft next week." I took it. "Yes." When sitting down, the senior next to me said in a low voice: "Welcome to the group." I was a little stunned. She smiled at me. “Our group looks at data, not anonymous walls.” I also smiled. In the afternoon, the school held a meeting to regulate the student network platform. I was invited to attend the hearing. During the meeting, Phuong Trach lowered his head to read the review. "As an anonymous wall operator, I did not fulfill my duty to verify, because of the traffic, I used provocative titles, causing serious consequences." He read very fluently, as if he had memorized it before. When the student representative asked a question, someone said: "The anonymous wall is a place for students to speak up. If real names were used behind the scenes, would it make people not dare to tell the truth?" The vice principal looked at me. I took the microphone. "Speaking up can be anonymous, but behind the scenes there must be traces left behind." "Otherwise, today it can speak for the weak, and tomorrow it can also replace the person spreading rumors." The hall was quiet. I continued: "What you are truly afraid of being recorded may not be true." After that, new school regulations were issued. Post anonymously, behind the scenes you must use your real name. Regarding personal status, emotional allegations, violations of disciplinary laws, verification is required. Without permission, photos, dormitory buildings, schedules and other private information cannot be posted. Spreading malicious information affects studies and life, directly enters the school's disciplinary process, and helps protect rights under the law. Tran Mieu finished reading the notice and said: "It should have been like this a long time ago." I said nothing. There are rules, there must always be someone who is stabbed in pain before being able to stand it up. At the end of the month, the lab had a new undergraduate research assistant, named Hua Thanh Le. She stared at me for half a day, then finally asked in a low voice: "Senior, can I ask you a question?" "Ask." "If your boyfriend always tells you to give up the babysitting spot to him, says he puts more pressure on you, says your home conditions are good, there is no shortage of this path, does that count as love?" The liquid straw in my hand stopped. "What do you think?" She bowed her head. "Before, I felt love was sacrifice. After watching About Ninh Chi, I'm a little scared." I took off my gloves. "A relationship that makes you better is worth cherishing." "A relationship that makes you smaller, lower, lose your way, is not called love." Her eyes turned red. "But he said I was selfish." "A person wants to take away your future, of course I hope you are not selfish." Hua Thanh Le was stunned for a long time. Finally, he gently nodded. "I know." After she left, Tran Mieu leaned against the door and exclaimed. "Now you can also be a love counselor." I said: "Don't make me work overtime, my experiment hasn't finished running yet." Tran Mieu smiled. "But this story of yours really made a lot of people wake up a bit." I looked at the countdown timer.

on the centrifuge. "Don't put gold on bad luck. It's best if it doesn't happen." Not more than a few days later, Hua Thanh Le's mother came to find me. As soon as she entered the experimental building, she slapped a piece of paper on the table. "Classmate Nguyen, my daughter came home and said she would no longer give up her position as a researcher, and said it was your advice. You yourself have experienced emotional conflicts, so you can't take out your resentment on someone else's child, right?" I picked up that piece of paper. It's a commitment letter written by that male student. It was said above that as long as Hua Thanh Le gave up her research position and joined him in taking the graduate student exam at this school, he would definitely marry her in the future and treat her well all his life. I asked Hua's mother: "Have you seen this?" She said: "I saw it. My son dared to write a commitment, proving he was responsible." I pushed the paper back. "A person who doesn't even arrange her own future well, uses her whole life as mortgage, telling her daughter to give up the opportunity she has in her hands. Do you feel this is a responsibility?" Hua's mother's face darkened. "Highly educated kids like you are looking down on normal feelings. Our Thanh Le family will have to get married in the future anyway, her boyfriend's family has two houses, isn't it better for her to study so much? Hua Thanh Le suddenly opened her mouth. "Mom, I want to go to graduate school." Hua's mother turned her head to glare at her.