Chapter 3 — Two-Face Roommate

"You were disqualified from competing. I was added to that position based on my ranking. It's not up to me to decide." "You clearly understand what I'm saying." I pulled my chair forward half an inch, deliberately speaking slowly. "Before I used the electric cooker, you had just received a score for a subject, your ranking was just outside the boundary for competitive consideration. Your average score is 0.15 lower than mine. If you don't drag me down, you can't get in the way." up." 5 Tong Huynh's breath stopped. "That's why you took so long to prepare." I continued to say: "First you proactively bought ingredients to approach me, created evidence that I regularly use an electric cooker, then took photos as evidence." "Finally, you waited until exactly one day before announcing the list to file a complaint, deliberately blocking the time, leaving me with no chance of salvation." "Don't talk too much." This program is for my good. If you were really for my good, from the beginning you should have reminded me that the school was very strict and told me to put the pot away. But from beginning to end, you just waited."Tong Huynh's eyes turned red again, but this time she didn't cry. Her lips pursed into a white line, her fingertips tightened the fabric on her knees, her knuckles turned white. "On Tu, do you know how to reason? You used an electric cooker, you violated the rules, on what basis..." "Based on the letter of accusation you sent during the group meeting." I took out the printed piece of paper from my pocket, spread it on the table and pushed it towards her. "This letter says that my spirit is suddenly excited." often, suspected of using drugs, and also mentioned that I had twice stayed to talk privately with Mr. Luc." "The time, location and content of these two conversations were only known to people in the research group. Among those who knew that I had met the instructor twice in private, besides me, was only you."Tong Huynh's face turned pale. She opened her mouth but couldn't make a sound. "To drag me into the water, you even made up the story about me using stimulants. You don't care about me. You want to make it impossible for me to continue staying in the department and the research group." Advisor Tran raised his hand, interrupting me. She looked at Tong Huynh, her voice calm: "Tieu Tong, was that letter written by you?" Tong Huynh bowed his head. After a long time, she nodded slightly. "I know." Advisor Tran put the two documents together and closed the file. "You two go home first. I will report this to the Student Affairs Office. The results will be available in the next two days." When Tong Huynh stood up, the chair leg scraped the floor, emitting a shrill sound. She didn't look at me, nor at advisor Tran. She just bowed her head and quickly pushed the door open. I was still sitting in the chair, not moving. Counselor Tran leaned back in his chair and looked at me for a moment, then suddenly said: "On Tu, at first I wanted to say that you should be more careful, but what you did today was carefully calculated, so I won't say it anymore." I smiled: "You are not unjust about being disciplined. But you still have to demand things that should be reclaimed." "Don't worry." Counselor Tran waved his hand. "Go back and wait for the announcement first." The news of Tong Huynh's denunciation spread much faster than I expected. many. That evening, while I was wearing headphones to write my thesis, a message from Quy Lang Han appeared: "I heard that Tong Huynh cried all afternoon with his senior in the office, saying you forced her to go to the advisor to admit her mistakes, and also said you wanted to destroy her." At first, I didn't intend to push things to the end. Tong Huynh accused me of violating the regulations, I accepted. I did indeed use an electric cooker and was unfairly disciplined. But when she falsely accused me of using stimulants during a group meeting, this was no longer on the same level. She wants to ruin her professional reputation

my subject. In the academic world, once being labeled mentally unstable or drug abuser, it will be a hundred times harder to clean up than being disciplined. If she dared to write this letter, she must be mentally prepared to be nailed to that crime. On Thursday afternoon, advisor Tran called and told me and Tong Huynh to come to the office again. I arrived ten minutes early, but Tong Huynh arrived even earlier. She sat on a chair in the corner of the office, looking down at her phone. The thumb continuously swipes quickly across the screen, as if chatting with someone. Next to a half-drunk cup of milk tea, the straw was bitten until it was deformed. Advisor Tran sat behind his desk, with several documents spread out in front of him and an open laptop. She looked at me, motioned to sit down, then cleared her throat and said: "The department has an initial opinion on the matter between you two." Tong Huynh's finger stopped. She raised her face, her lips pursed very tightly. "Let's talk about Wen Tu first. The story of using illegal electrical equipment is true, the disciplinary action cannot be canceled, the eligibility for emulation and honors for this school year are also canceled. The original decision remains intact." I nodded, without too much emotion. I soon accepted this result. Admitting defeat is admitting defeat.6 “Next is Tong Huynh.”