Chapter 6 — After the Trauma I Forgot Part of My Memories

14 “Brother Pho…”When Tran Tinh was drunk and called Pho Thoi Du, I was sitting in his lap, playing Angry Birds on his phone. Seeing the call from Tran Tinh, I immediately dialed. "Do you only see me? Tell me, in what way am I inferior to her?" On the other end of the phone, the girl was sobbing. On this side, Pho Thoi Du did not care at all. He gently kissed me from my ear down, while opening the nightstand drawer. "There are 3 more." He chuckled and bit my ear, his voice full of darkness. "That's enough." But this time I was a bit slow, I pushed Pho Thoi Du's hand away, smiling coldly into the phone. "Tran Tinh, you consider your biological sister a competitor, you're really good." The other end of the line immediately went silent. I was angry with my sister who had distorted thinking, preparing to lecture her in a 3,000-word lesson, but Pho Thoi Du lost patience. "Are you finished?" He picked up the phone, cut off the call and threw it aside. "Gia Gia, help me first, okay?" The fire broke out, spreading throughout the mountains and forests, urgently needing an artificial rain to extinguish, until the rain stopped, the mountains and forests revived. Only the rainmaker is exhausted. Early the next morning, when I had just slept for a few hours, I received a call from the hospital. Tran Tinh was driving drunk last night and crashed into a tree on the side of the road. Not only was his driver's license revoked, but his right leg also had to be in a cast for a long time. I still can't forgive what Tran Tinh did to me, but if told me to personally push her down the stairs... I can only say that I'm not as cold as her. This accident is also considered a lesson for her... After that, I went to the hospital to visit Tran Tinh. Her eyes were clearer than before, and she no longer mentioned Fu Thoi Yu, but her words were very weak. "I'm sorry, sister." I couldn't tell her that it was okay, so I just kept quiet. Before leaving, she suddenly mentioned Giang Thieu. "Sister, don't you realize? Giang Thieu likes you." I didn't pay attention to what she said, until I met Giang Thieu again. 15 Pho Thoi Du was invited to a newly opened private shooting gym owned by a gentleman. "I want to go too! Can you teach me how to shoot?!" I excitedly shook Pho Thoi Du's sleeve. I swear to God, if I had known that Giang Thieu would also be there, I would not only not have gone, but also would not have let Pho Thoi Du go and make himself angry. When we arrived, there were quite a few people in the room. Most of the people who saw Pho Thoi Du came over to say hello, only the boy wearing soundproof headphones in the distance did not do so. Giang Thieu was completely isolated from the outside world, only focusing on his shooting angle. "Brother Pho, will you have a competition?" Pho Thoi Du bent down to look at me, I nodded vigorously. "I've never seen you shoot a gun before!" He slightly raised his eyebrows, then agreed. After finishing preparing, Pho Thoi Du raised his gun and took aim. Everyone was silent, holding their breath and waiting. Boom! A bullet hole appeared in the stele. Only hit 6 points. Pho Thoi Du smiled, lowered the gun, and then played with the gun. "Sorry, Mr. Pho." Giang Thieu walked in from outside and apologized without any sincerity. "I accidentally shot at your target." Having said that, his eyes swept over Pho Thoi Du, and finally stopped at me. Pho Thoi Du had not yet had time to shoot a single shot. The 6 points just now were shot by Giang Thieu. This was intentionally humiliating Pho Thoi Du. "Hurry up! Apologize to Mr. Pho quickly." Someone spoke up to remind Giang Thieu. In high society, the class division is expressed much more clearly, Pho Thoi Du stands at the highest level, while Giang Thieu has only just entered this circle. At school, he can be arrogant

arrogant, but here, he is nothing. Pho Thoi Du took off his headphones and walked over to sit on the sofa next to me. Giang Thieu still didn't move. The situation gradually became tense. "I was just being careless, Mr. Pho won't mind this small thing, right?" Giang Thieu leaned against the railing, giving a forced smile, Pho Thoi Du did not answer. Rarely did he light a cigarette, held between his fingers. He took a light breath, then laughed and spoke. "I warned you, but it seems you didn't take it seriously." Giang Thieu smiled faintly. "My sister has returned home, what are you planning to use to threaten me this time? Let's hear it out." Pho Thoi Du seemed to be laughing at his innocence, he tapped the cigarette butt, his eyes relaxed looking at the marble ashtray. "Why do I have to threaten you?" Giang Thieu gradually withdrew his smile. Laughing, seemingly unable to understand Pho Thoi Du's calmness, Pho Thoi Du extinguished the remaining half of his cigarette, then slowly said. "Put his head against the aiming target." He didn't even need to specify anyone, someone immediately walked up to Giang Thieu. Among these people, there was no shortage of Giang Thieu's friends, but no one dared to offend Pho Thoi Du. It's clear to everyone which side they're on. Giang Thieu was a few people and was soon forced to press his head against the target. "Fu, what do you mean by this? Do you want to use my head as a target?" He provoked fiercely. "If you have the guts, shoot me in the head!" As soon as he finished speaking, mocking laughter rang out around him, obviously laughing at Jiang Thieu's incompetence. "Brother..." I was a bit unfamiliar with a Pho Thoi Du like this, gently pulling on his sleeve. he called softly. "Yes." Deputy Thoi Du took the headset and put it on my head. "I'll teach you how to shoot a gun." He pulled me forward, put the pistol in my hand, his hand held my hand and raised it from behind, aiming straight at the middle of Giang Thieu's forehead. I suddenly trembled, his lips almost touched my ear, he smiled softly. "Don't be afraid." Giang Thieu had been shouting challenges from the beginning, but now he was silent and worried. This flip is really quick. Pho Thoi Du did not rush to pull the trigger, but just looked at Giang Thieu again. "Repeat the last sentence you just said." Giang Thieu pursed his lips and said nothing. He was obviously scared but still refused to admit it. Pho Thoi Du still kept a smile on his lips, suddenly pressed my hand, and fired a shot at the top of his head. The bullet grazed Giang Thieu's hair and passed through the aiming target. "I said, repeat the last sentence." Deputy Thoi Du took the gun from my hand, pointed it straight at Giang Thieu, and gently repeated it again. The boy who was pinned down and unable to move on the opposite side was so scared by the gunshot that he regained consciousness. Cold sweat flowed down from his temple, he bit his lip, and then reluctantly bowed his head to admit defeat. "If you have the guts... if you have the guts, shoot me in the head..." "Very good." Pho Thoi Du shot twice in a row, the bullet grazed Giang Thieu's face, Giang Thieu said nothing, but his pale, bloodless face proved that he was quite scared. When the people pressing him suddenly retreated, he staggered, his legs went limp. Even though he knew Pho Thoi Du wouldn't actually shoot at him, he was still afraid that the bullet that grazed a little would hit him. Finding a way to capture another person's power and then use it as a threat is a common strategy between equal opponents. But to Pho Thoi Du, Giang Thieu was worth nothing. He originally had more than enough ability to push him down easily.