Chapter 7 — The third person is my biological sister

"What do you know? A girl is too strong, no one will love her in the future." I stood up, took out Hua Thanh Le's transcript. "She ranked second in her major, her research position is solid. Now you tell her to give up, are you choosing the future for her, or for the other male student to keep the way out?" Hua's mother choked, her voice lowered a bit. "I'm also afraid you'll have a hard time in the future." Tears fell from Hua Thanh Le's eyes. "You're not struggling now." If you work hard, it will be harder in the future.” In the laboratory, no one said anything. Hua's mother looked at her daughter, the commitment letter in her hand gradually crumpled into a ball. In the end, she didn't apologize, just said: "Then go on your own. Don't regret it later." Hua Thanh Le nodded vigorously. After they left, Tran Mieu said in a low voice: "You see, the bad thing is over, it's not completely useless." I rearranged my lab notes. "Don't talk like I deserve to be violent." She immediately shut her mouth. After a few seconds, he said again: "Then I'll change the way I say it. Someone went around the hole next to you." I do not refute this question. In the evening, Quy Van Chau came to pick me up and just happened to see Hua Thanh Le running down the stairs. He asked: "Is someone else crying after being scolded by you?" I stuffed the computer bag for him. "You say two less words, I can live another ten years." He took it, raised his eyebrows. "Now you won't even let your biological brother let go?" "The biological younger brother should shoulder the family obligations even more." "Nguyen Duong, you are truly a capitalist." "Thank you, inherited from your mother." He was so irritated that he burst out laughing. Going to the parking lot, a middle-aged man stopped us. He wore a wrinkled shirt, tightening his hat in his hand. Is Ninh Chi's father. Quy Van Chau unconsciously took a half step forward. I kept it. Ninh's father looked at me, his eyes filled with blood. "Classmate Nguyen, I didn't come to beg you to withdraw your discipline." He bowed deeply. "I came to apologize." I said nothing. Ninh's father's voice was hoarse. "Since childhood, he has liked to lie. If he breaks a vase, say it was a cat, if he doesn't do well on exams, say the teacher targeted him. His mother always said that he was still young, afraid he would feel sorry for himself. I also followed suit to protect him." "This time the big fuss happened, I just realized, what we were protecting was not him, but his fault." He raised his head to look at me. "Sorry. Also apologize to your younger brother on his behalf." Quy Van Chau's face was complicated. I looked at Ninh's father. "This sentence should also be given to all the people she led to attack." He nodded, turned and left. After getting in the car, Quy Van Chau did not say anything for a long time. Finally, he said in a low voice: "He is more alert than Ninh Chi." I said: "Being awake too late also has a price." The car drove past Tinh Ha library. Before, I was always afraid of others relating it to me. Now the whole school knows, otherwise there's nothing to hide. I don't rely on it to pass Lan Dai. I won't deny my own efforts because of it. Two months after the opening ceremony, Lan Dai organized a scientific research sharing session for graduate students. Professor Lac asked me to represent the new students to speak. At first I didn't want to go. He said: "Don't talk about family stories, talk about evidence." The hall was filled with new students. I said: "University gives us many channels to speak up. Anonymous walls, livestreams, short videos, all can make a statement heard by many people." "But being heard does not mean it is true." "Crying really does not mean speaking the truth." It was very quiet on stage. I continued: "I almost lost my chance to join the topic group just because of half a video and a few screenshots. Then I proved myself. But not everyone has the time, energy, and resources to save themselves from rumors." "So, before sharing, ask one more question. Before taking a screenshot, leave an inch more. Before judging someone."

Otherwise, first confirm whether what you see is the whole thing or not." Having said that, applause gradually rang out. When he got off the stage, Professor Lac stood next to the stage. He nodded at me. "That's not bad." I was just about to be touched. He added a sentence: "The draft is sent to me tonight." Me: “…” The instructor's gentleness has a three-second shelf life. After the meeting ended, a female student chased me. In her hand she held a notebook, with a sentence stuck on the cover. "Don't use half the truth to destroy a complete person." She asked in a low voice: "Senior, can you sign my name?" I said: "You're not a star." She said seriously: "But you make me not dare to scold people again in the future." I took the pen and wrote my name on the first page. Nguyen Duong. After writing that moment, I suddenly felt that these two words were finally no longer just anonymous stele hanging on the wall. It's back in my hand again. At night, Quy Van Chau stood waiting for me in front of the library door. He carried two portions of fried rice, with a cup of hot soup in his lap. I glanced. "Not bad, progress." He smiled coldly. "Queen Nguyen, now the whole school knows that I am your biological younger brother, do you still dare to give orders?" I held out my hand. "Brother, soup." He brought the soup. "Last time."