Chapter 1 — Another Day of Our Youth

I am Tong Tram's little sun. Every day, I say some nonsense, do strange ugly things, just to make him happy. Then, the socially anxious girl in class gave him a small cookie. Tong Tram - who is always gloomy and closed - took the initiative to get acquainted. At that moment, I realized: I was never Tong Tram's salvation. One day after our relationship gradually drifted apart, Tong Tram stopped me with red eyes and used hand gestures non-stop. I frowned and interrupted: "I don't understand, you learn to speak human language and then talk to me." Behind us, the cold student was looking at us with an annoyed expression, as if the vinegar jar had just been knocked over. Forgot to tell Tong Tram. Now I'm busy shining for others. 01 When the bell rang for class, the physical education assistant suddenly made a basketball shooting motion in the air. The whole class laughed loudly. I hesitated for a second, then jumped up and made a throw. Then his left foot tripped over his right foot and he fell face down like a dog chewing mud. Amid the resounding laughter, the gloomy teenager sitting at the back of the class - Tong Tram - helplessly raised the corners of his mouth and smiled. Just make him a little happier, then I don't care about anything else. The homeroom teacher frowned at me and the assistant physical education class: "You two attention-seekers, go back to your seats! Luc Yen, do you know you're a girl? Oh my god, it's like that every day..." I chuckled, crawled up, wiped the dust from my face, and ran quickly back to my seat. Before he could greet Tong Tram, a soft, sweet voice rang out from the podium: "Hello everyone, I'm Kieu Mien Mien, nice to meet you all." “I'm a bit afraid of communication, I just want to... quietly be a little mouse…” The transfer student in the class is a bit cute. She's not very tall, has white skin, and has short, obedient hair with a pink hairpin, making people think of a cute little strawberry cake. When I was observing Kieu Mien Mien, Tong Tram was also looking at her. The corners of his lips curled up unconsciously. Those eyes were not the same as when he looked at me - it was always like he was standing from above looking down. Tong Tram looked at Kieu Mien Mien very gently, her eyes seemed to have twinkling stars. It's a look I've never seen before. 02 My childhood sweetheart – Tong Tram – was a gloomy teenager. He is tall and thin, always sits in the last row of class. Doesn't like to talk, has an isolated personality, is always more mature and calmer than boys of the same age, making many girls fall in love with him for no reason. In my memory, his mother always cried. After crying, he was beaten and scolded and not given food. Our houses are opposite each other. So I secretly fed him some dumplings. He also silently protected me many times at school. Then his mother burned charcoal and committed suicide. The man he called his father didn't even come to the funeral, because he was busy with his first wife, who was preparing to give birth to their second child. From that day, Tong Tram no longer spoke, a fierce scar appeared on his wrist. Realizing you were falling into the abyss, I stubbornly rushed into your world. Every day I smile and do tricks, just hoping to make you laugh. Deliberately hovering around, chattering non-stop, making people laugh with nonsense words. Sometimes he even used lies, just to trick him into saying one sentence. I just someone with a cheerful personality, not a fool. I'm also ashamed. But I want to be your little sun even more, warming your world little by little. {Read full at Van Ha love page} The day after school, I couldn't help but tell nonsense to my deskmate Tong Tram: "Today was also a good puppy, Dad: so hungry, so sleepy, I miss you so much!" “If you like me, press 1. If you don't like me, gouge your eyes out!” "Today you are indifferent and don't care, I will still come find you tomorrow!" Tong Tram nodded tearfully, his eyes kept glancing behind me. Behind, Kieu Mien Mien mustered up the courage to step closer. Her face turned red, she gave Tong Tram a bag of cookies: "Erm... from now on... I hope you'll give me more advice..." She really looked like a little mouse. After giving it, he covered his face with both hands, so embarrassed that he didn't dare raise his head. Then I heard Tong Tram softly say "yes". I almost thought I heard wrong. Anyway, the last time he opened his mouth to speak was several months ago. At that time, I saved for a long time to buy him a PS5 game console as a birthday gift. He took it and lazily said one sentence: "Don't do that again next time." But now... are you really talking to Kieu Mien Mien? With a transfer student you just met for the first time? All my doubts were answered at the big break. Tong Tram - who is always alone - proactively walked to Kieu Mien Mien's side. “You're so cute.” "Luc Yen? How could I like such a shameless girl, just a normal classmate." “Let's be friends, Kieu Mien Mien.” 03 When I heard those words, I was preparing to run to class. The large basketball mark is clearly printed on the face. I thought, maybe seeing me being this stupid, Tong Tram would be a little happy. Then I will act like a bitch and force him to teach me how to play football. Every time I see him alone on the soccer field, my heart aches. But everything I did, in his mouth, turned into "shameless"? We… not even you, right? I stupidly held the ball and stood outside the classroom door, my feet frozen, not knowing where to go. Kieu Mien Mien ran out with a red face. Behind him is Tong Tram, hands in pockets, a satisfied look on his face. Their eyes met, he blurted out: "So stupid, Luc Yen, are you a girl?" At that moment, the collapse in my heart came like a tsunami. I threw away the basketball, turned around and ran away, tears blurring my vision. I don't know how long I ran, I bumped into the homeroom teacher. "Oh my, is it you again, Luc Yen? Why are you crying?" I didn't know what to say, I just stood there silently shedding tears. The surprising thing was, this time the teacher didn't scold me, but quietly waited for me to finish crying, then used a tissue to wipe the basketball mark on my face. "You see, she's also a beautiful girl, why do you like to make yourself look bad like that?" "The first day I came to teach your class, I saw that you liked Tong Tram. The crazy things you do every day are just to make him laugh, right?" "I advise you one thing: pleaser cannot exchange for respect and affection. If a boy truly has you in his heart, he will cherish you more than anyone, and cannot bear to let you suffer the slightest bit of self-pity." “Don't waste time time for those who don't deserve it anymore." 04 I blocked Tong Tram. Anyway, he never proactively texted me, whether he contacted me or not made no difference. I even went to the hairdresser, cut off my long hair, and changed it to a cool short style. Because Tong Tram likes long, straight black hair, I've always had long hair over the years. Tying a ponytail is both thick and hot. Every time you wash your hair, you have to dry it for an hour. If you're not careful, it will get messy. Now that I'm in 12th grade, I don't have time to take care of myself. But I originally didn't like having long hair. From now on, I only put myself first. On Monday, when school started, Tong Tram was still as cold as ever, with his head down on the table, not talking to anyone. Before, I always tried to find all kinds of topics to wake him up. But this time, I didn't say anything. After the bell rang for class, Tong Tram kept glancing at me several times, not knowing what was on his mind. Math class, the teacher is teaching the test. The first few questions are quite easy, almost cursory, and the teacher does not allow anyone to make mistakes. “Whoever asks me this question again, this is a graded question, even middle school students can do it.” There was silence in the classroom. Only Tong Tram raised his hand to signal me. He wanted me to ask the teacher to explain sentence number two again. He did it wrong. Tong Tram's achievements were only average. He often fell asleep in class and was absent-minded so he couldn't keep up with the lecture. Every time like that, he will use sign language to ask me. So I stood up, giggled and endured the scolding, begging the teacher to start from the beginning so he could understand the lesson. To help him improve his performance, I once turned knowledge into lyrics, even though my voice was flat, I still sang it over and over again in his ears to "brainwash". When he didn't have enough points to pass the subject, I immediately ran into the office, begged the teacher to change it to 60 points, asking for another chance. When he was isolated during PE class, I held his hand over and over again, pulling him to blend in with the group of boys. … Now, I won't do those stupid things anymore. 【Questions two and three, please help me explain again.】 A text message from Tong Tram popped up on the phone. I paused for a few seconds, then suddenly stood up and shouted: "Don't bother me anymore, okay?" If you make a mistake, go ask the teacher yourself!” 05 The whole class immediately fell silent. Tong Tram was stunned, his face gradually became gloomy, his eyes looking at me seemed to burn with a fire of anger. The teacher asked those who made mistakes to go to the back of the class to listen to the lecture. "This question can be calculated using the Pythagorean theorem. Is it wrong to punish me for standing?"