Chapter 5 — Two-Face Roommate

I leaned against the back of the chair and said, neither too fast nor too slow: "I was disciplined because you denounced me. The debt between you and I is considered a public matter, but what I owe to you is a private matter." Tong Huynh's shoulders were tense, his lips pursed into a line, as if he was biting down on the words he wanted to say. I continued: "You accepted my scholarship, the department does not handle this matter, because in terms of process, it is not a problem. So you will not have to pay a single penny, and I am still the one whose status is revoked." The wariness in her eyes was like a layer of ice cracking, revealing a trace of exploration: "So what do you still want?" "I didn't rob you of your money." Tong Huynh was stunned, as if he didn't expect me to say that. "My money is untouched." in, but I want you to tell everyone clearly how that money got to you." Her face gradually changed: "What do you mean?" "What do you mean, you understand." At seven o'clock the next morning, I woke up. Tong Huynh's bed is as neat as if no one had ever slept. The blanket is folded squarely, the pillow is placed right in the middle, even the slippers are arranged parallel under the bed ladder. I didn't think much, after cleaning myself, I went to the restaurant to buy a cup of soy milk. When I went to the teaching building, I met Quy Lang Han. She stood in front of the faculty building, phone in hand. Seeing me, she seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and quickly walked over. "On Tu, last night Tong Huynh posted a message in the small group of the faculty, saying you forced her to drop out of school, and also said you wanted to go to her house to cause trouble." I looked at Quy Lang Han for two seconds, crushed the cup of soy milk and threw it in the trash. "She really knows how to win the main role." "A lot of people in the group saw it, and some people asked her what happened." Quy Lang Han said. voice. "She didn't reply, after posting that message she immediately left the group."Leaving the group, this is a very powerful tactic. Say half of it and then run away, leaving the whole room to guess. The version that everyone guessed is ten times more unique than the original lyrics. I took out my phone, opened the small group, and saw that the message was still there. "Maybe everyone has heard about the recent events. I just want to say one thing, I didn't do anything wrong, but someone forced me to quit school, and said they would come to my house. I have no choice but to leave the group first." Below are three question marks and two voice messages. One person asked what was wrong, the other said it wasn't that bad. I put the phone in my pocket and patted Quy Lang Han's shoulder: "It's okay, just let her act." There was no class in the morning. I sat in the library until eleven o'clock, finishing the last two paragraphs of the literature review. The phone vibrated three times, all messages mentioning my name in the group. I don't reply to any messages. When returning to the dormitory, Tong Huynh's bed was still folded squarely, but there was an open suitcase on the table. She sat next to her suitcase, folding a sweater in her hand. The movement is very slow, after folding, I shake it out and fold it again. Hearing the door open, she didn't raise her head, but her hand movements stopped for half a beat. I went to sit in front of my desk and opened the computer. On the screen was a reflection of her sitting on the edge of the bed, her head bowed, turning her sweater over and over, folding it four times. "You want to move?" Her folding of the shirt finally stopped. She raised her head. The rims of my eyes were still swollen, but the tears in my eyes had dried, replaced by an emotion I couldn't describe. "What does it have to do with you whether I move or not?" "If you move, no one will pursue the scholarship matter anymore." I turned around to face her. "Are you planning like that?" Her eyelashes trembled slightly, not denying it. 8 "After you leave, the money you received will become clean. No one will mention it again, after all, you will no longer living

here.” “On Tu!” She threw the sweater into the suitcase, her voice suddenly becoming shrill. “What do you want? I have been disciplined. In the future, the civil service exam or the payroll exam will all be affected. Is that still not enough? Do you have to make me kneel down and beg you?" "You were disciplined for writing a defamatory letter, not because of me." "So why do you have to put that letter up? He clearly knew what consequences doing a handwriting assessment would have. You want to destroy me." "When writing, you should know the consequences." She looked at me for a few seconds, the corner of her lips suddenly curled up. The smile was like a cracked porcelain bowl. "You thought you won? You are disciplined, I am also disciplined, no one is better than the other. You lose your eligibility to compete, but the money I received does not need to be returned. You've been so busy, haven't you received anything in the end?" I leaned against the back of the chair, my hand on the keyboard, not answering. She knew what she said was right. In terms of process, the money she received was completely legal. I couldn't touch it. The silence filled the room, so heavy that it made one unable to breathe. She suddenly stood up, slamming the suitcase lid. The zipper was pulled from one end to the other, the sharp sound of the teeth closing. cut through the air. “Okay, I'll move. Are you satisfied?”