Chapter 7 — Two-Face Roommate

"State of anxiety and sleep disorder. This type of diagnosis only requires registering for an examination at the hospital, telling the doctor that you have insomnia and nervousness, filling out an assessment form and you can be diagnosed." "What I mean..." "I'm not saying she faked it. I'm just asking, has the department verified it?" Counselor Tran didn't answer, but I saw her eyebrows furrow. I stood up and left a copy of the camera photo on her desk: "The evidence about the bulletin board is here. You will consider and handle it." Stepping out of the office, I stood in the hallway and sent a text message to Quy Lang Han: "Tong Huynh asked to reserve his studies, do you know?" The reply came very quickly: "Just heard. She posted a post on her personal page, saying she was isolated by her roommate, forced to the point of having to reserve her studies, and also posted a photo. in the hospital hallway." "Send me a screenshot." Three seconds later, Quy Lang Han sent the photo. Tong Huynh's post included a very long paragraph, the general idea being that she was always diligent during her three years in college, but because she was targeted and bullied by her roommate, she was forced to ask to defer her studies. Thank you to those who care about her, she will adjust her status and come back. The attached image is the hospital hallway. The light is white, photographed like a scene in a movie, the angle is carefully chosen, looking at it makes people immediately feel pity. The comment section below exploded. "Oh my god, who is so outrageous?" "Baby, are you okay? Do you need help?" "Which roommate is that, so disgusting." I finished looking at the photos, put my phone in my pocket, and didn't answer Quy Lang Han. This move by Tong Huynh is really beautiful. She knew she couldn't gain an advantage over me, so she turned the battlefield to public opinion. In school, she lost a game. But as long as she puts on the hat of being bullied by her roommate to the point of having to reserve her studies on my head, after leaving school, who will remember the truth? What she gambled on was sympathy. Humans have a tendency to side with what appears to be the weaker side. Tuesday night, I looked up documents in the library until half past nine. On the way back to the dormitory, I received a phone call from advisor Tran. "On Tu, Tong Huynh's application to reserve her studies has been temporarily withheld by the faculty." "Why?" "The letter she posted on the notice board was reported to the Student Affairs Office by me. Combined with the previous letter of defamation, the two things were combined. Before her matter is clearly investigated, the application to reserve will not be approved."10I leaned against the lamppost. on the street, raised her head to look at the dim yellow light above her head. "Miss Tran, thank you." "There's no need to thank me. The camera you provided has worked." She paused, then continued: "But I have to remind you, the content she posted on her personal page has gone viral. There are some students from other departments inquiring about you." "I know." Hanging up the phone, I stood under the lamp thinking for a while. Tong Huynh posted on her personal page to show how pitiful it was for her. She didn't give her name or last name, but every word and sentence hinted at being bullied by her roommate. This kind of thing, if I sue her for defamation, she can say she didn't mention anyone. If I confronted her, she might say she was just expressing her personal feelings. The ferment of public opinion is worse than I thought. Although Tong Huynh's post did not specifically name anyone, the attached photo is the back of me and her. No matter how slow-minded a person is, just a little questioning can tie my name to that cruel roommate. Someone even posted anonymously on the school's confession page, vividly describing the story of me claiming to be king and dominating the dormitory, forcing my roommate to be so depressed that they had to reserve a reservation.

learning. When walking in the restaurant, I felt eyes behind me like needles. Some people whispered, some pointed at me. Quy Lang Han was angry and wanted to help me reply to the post, but I stopped him. "If you respond now, even jumping into the Yellow River wouldn't be able to wash it off." I said while eating noodles, "She wants to act tragically, so I let her act enough. The longer the play lasts, the more beautiful it becomes when it collapses." "But she has already portrayed you as a pervert on the outside." Quy Lang Han put down his chopsticks hard. "You can't stand this." Why?" "Forbearance?" I laughed, pulled out a tissue to wipe my mouth. "I've never kept this evidence to be patient." Wednesday afternoon, counselor Tran called me to his office again. This time Tong Huynh was also present. She was wearing a loose gray hoodie, her face was pale, and her lips were bloodless. She sat very far away from me, as if I had a virus on me. Advisor Tran's face turned pale. On the table lay a stack of photos of the conversation and printed personal page posts. "On Tu, this is new evidence submitted by Tong Huynh, saying that you mentally bullied her in the dormitory for a long time." Counselor Tran pushed the documents over. "See for yourself." I picked it up and glanced at it. All are photos cut out of context.