Chapter 1 — Back when I was 18 years old, I clung to you and never let go

I was born again on the day my class chose my desk mate in my third year of high school. Thanh Mai, her childhood friend, suddenly changed her mind and successfully paired up with a beautiful transfer student. He glanced at my red eyes and mocked: "Who can stand the loudspeaker that keeps chirping in my ear every day, let alone in my ear for eighteen years? My ears are about to cocoon." Everyone thought I would be sad because of that. But in the next second, the homeroom teacher announced that my poor classmate and I had successfully chosen each other to be table mates. The shy, introverted teenager sitting in the corner of the room was slightly stunned. He looked up at me in disbelief. Touching those familiar and delicate eyes, I immediately burst into tears, my mouth chattering non-stop: "Husband, I knew right away that you would choose me too, we are working towards each other together! Husband, just now you looked at me twice more, I understand, deliberately pretending to be indifferent! Ah ah ah! Love, you have to say it out loud~" 1 The homeroom teacher just said that Ky Tu and I successfully chose each other, Ky Tu was slightly stunned. person, a trace of surprise flashed through his eyes. Without hesitation, I carried my backpack and walked straight to the seat next to him, pulled out the chair, and sat down, a series of smooth, seamless movements. Tilting your head slightly, you can see the quiet, introverted teenager in the memory. Old, faded uniforms. The five senses are deep and beautiful. Just a bit skinny. But it's okay, eighteen years old, it's truly the best. Perhaps because he noticed my burning gaze, he moved slightly, trying to keep his distance from me. Looking at the way he both wanted to refuse and couldn't bear it, I felt itchy and wanted to do something wrong. With a "pop" sound, my hand slapped straight on his butt. Ky Tu suddenly stiffened, turned away, his face turned blue and then purple. The classmate in front heard the movement and turned around with wide eyes: "Ha Thu, did you just pat your new deskmate's butt? No, do you think your new deskmate is Japanese?" I pulled my hand back, belatedly realizing a big problem. It seems that now Ky Tu is still not the husband who used to argue with me about dirty stories all night... He is just an eighteen year old boy, extremely pure... Really... The opening scene is devastating. 2 In my previous life, Ky Tu always made fun of me talking nonsense in bed. We specialize in fighting in bed. He mocked me and only said some shady teasing words. I coughed lightly, trying to salvage some image: "It's really not because I'm excited, it's just that the flowers are blooming like this, and if I don't try to touch them, I won't know how to appreciate them." Close friend Co Thi gave a thumbs up and praised: "What a cultured person!" I looked at Ky Tu apologetically: "It's common sense, you understand, right?" Ky Tu's lips pursed into a straight line, his face not at all pleasing to the eye. "It's not a mistake, is it? Yet someone also chose Ky Tu as a table mate?" “Ha Thu doesn't like Giang Tham?” "Maybe she knew that Giang Tham didn't choose her, so she deliberately chose Ky Tu to get angry." … I glanced at Ky Tu's eyes gradually becoming gloomy, suddenly I deliberately raised my voice: "Why are there so many mosquitoes buzzing in my ears, the noise is louder than mine." "Can you burn some kind of mosquito incense that's a little stronger? The kind that can make hundreds of pounds of mosquitoes shut up in one shot." The school bell rang. Those talkative people are angry eagerly returned to his seat. Listening to Math class, I started to feel sleepy and my mind wandered. I covered my face with a book, used a pen to poke Ky Tu, lowered my voice and asked: "That's right, can you tell me why you chose me to be your deskmate?" “I'm really curious.” “Could it be that you secretly like me?” Ky Tu paid no attention to me, bowed his head and diligently did his homework. As a talkative person, I can accept the other person not responding, but I absolutely cannot stand the situation of no one listening to me! I was impatient, grabbed his sleeve: "Husband, please say something~" The words weren't finished yet. He tilted his head, his face red, his eyes looking at me in disbelief. Just like the look of a little husband being teased. Being stared at by those eyes, I slowly let go of my hand: "I just want to know, just tell me." Maybe he couldn't stand my babbling, Ky Tu threw the paper at me: 【I filled it in haphazardly.】 I nodded: "Oh, that means there is fate between us, never mind." At this time, Co Thi secretly turned her head and asked me: "Ha Thu, did you also fill in the wrong answer? I was worried that you would choose Giang Tham." Giang Tham. I followed her eyes and looked over. Even though Giang Tham was sitting next to the class beauty, her eyes kept staring at me. That kind of look is enough to give me nightmares at night. There must be a disease. I calmly withdrew my eyes and shook my head at Co Thi: "No." “I'm very serious, I want Ky Tu to be my table partner.” Co Thi was curious: "What's wrong? Haven't you and Ky Tu only said 'good morning' before? You say the same thing to everyone!" I laughed: "Because he is my future husband!" 3 In my previous life, although Ky Tu and I were high school classmates, our relationship back then was not very good. My impression of him was also very vague, I only remember that he spoke very little. Later, as luck would have it, I became husband and wife with him. At that time, I gradually understood why he was so quiet in high school, and also understood why his body was full of old scars. But when I started to feel pain for that past, the wound inside him had long since scabbed over, and he could even leisurely tell me about those things as jokes. I looked at him, my eyes gradually turning red. In my heart I silently made up my mind. If Ky Tu at the age of twenty-five had pulled me out of the abyss, then now, I can also overcome this most difficult time of life with Ky Tu at the age of eighteen! 4 During the entire class period, not a single bit of Math knowledge entered my mind. I was just busy staring at Ky Tu. It turns out that in high school, his eyelashes were already this long and thick. Cold white skin is exactly the type I've wanted all my life. The pale blue veins are also extremely beautiful. Although skinny, his arms have clear muscles. Eighteen-year-old Ha Thu really should gouge her eyes out and look again to see if she was swapped with someone else. How can you like that ridiculous name Giang Tham? Obviously Ky Tu is even more handsome now. As I stared at him without blinking, Ky Tu's ears turned red. The heat gradually spread to my neck. Twenty-five year old Ha Thu looked at this scene, her mind was full of dark thoughts. Even reflexively, he unconsciously leaned closer. The next second—— “Ha Thu, please answer this question.” Eke ruler in homeroom teacher Lao's hand Truong slammed on the blackboard. All eyes in the class immediately turned to me. Or rather, everyone was looking at my hand that was about to touch Ky Tu's neck. “What are you doing, Ha Thu!” "I let you choose your own table mates, not for you to whisper loudly, and not for you to use excuses to harass your table mates!" “I want you to know how to help each other and study well, is that clear?” “If you can't solve this question, then come to the back of the class and stand there for me for an entire period!” As soon as he finished speaking, the whole class was silent. I looked at the question on the board, my face grimacing. From the age of twenty-five to eighteen, who can still remember those parabolic conical curves? I glanced at Ky Tu for help. But he just bowed his head and did his homework, with absolutely no intention of helping. Eighteen-year-old Ky Tu is still not the husband who knows how to comfort me anytime, anywhere. When I was about to grit my teeth and make something up, suddenly a piece of paper was pushed in front of me. Ky Tu withdrew his long, cold fingers, his face unchanged. On the paper is the entire detailed explanation. I happily shouted: "Teacher, I did it!" “Teacher.” At the same time, another voice rang out from the other side of the classroom. Giang Tham raised his hand. But as soon as he heard me speak, his voice suddenly stopped. Faced with Giang Tham, such an exemplary student, Lao Truong also lowered his voice to a much gentler tone: "Friend Giang Tham, is something wrong?" Giang Tham glanced at me, and the words he was about to say suddenly changed direction: "Teacher, I think this test is not too difficult." He went straight to the podium and corrected the problem. The difficulty level was immediately raised a notch. He chuckled lightly: "This question is suitable for 12th grade students to practice their skills." I'm speechless. When walking down the podium, Giang Tham deliberately circled far away and passed next to where I sat. The tone was neither high nor low, falling directly into my ears: "Ha Thu, please beg me, I will help you answer." Still the same, arrogant and obnoxious. I yawned, voluntarily pulled up my chair and stood up, walking slowly to the back of the class: "Then I'll just stand there as punishment, I'm sleepy." From childhood until adulthood, I was not the obedient type. People even cursed him as an illegitimate child with no one to teach him, because he made others angry all day. But I didn't consider it humiliating. On the contrary, I felt even more proud, and the more I spoke, the more enthusiastic I became. I finally silenced those who used to gossip. After that, it was as if he had won, happily chewing gum and going home. It's just that now standing in front of Ky Tu, I feel a little embarrassed.