Chapter 2 — Fall in love with a cold teacher

"Huh?!"

I immediately threw the phone out. Even if I died, I wouldn't have thought that person would be you. The person sitting behind me, the top student in the whole grade, Tan Vu Minh. During his three years of high school, he could count the number of times he talked to his classmates on one hand. The only time he talked to me was because the teacher forced him.

"Tan Vu Minh, after class, please explain the last sentence to Luc Nhan."

To be honest, I've always been a little afraid of you. He is very tall, sitting in the last row like a Buddha statue. Every time I pass by, it seems to bring with it a blast of cold air. That time he lectured me once, I didn't understand. He frowned and lectured twice more. I still don't understand. But other than not understanding the lesson, I really don't have any bad intentions towards you. Just now on the screen, I seemed to see both of his teeth. He is smiling again. So strange. So weird.

“Classmate, your phone fell.”

A kind girl passing by helped me pick up the phone.

“Thank you.”

The video call has ended. M: 【Baby, what's wrong with you?】 Baby… baby… I took a cold breath. Did I send all those pictures and sweet words to you? But the good news is that he is a genius and is not currently studying in the same school as me.

04

Actually, when he first made friends, Tan Vu Minh was not like this. One time, he posted a photo of several male students together in the basketball gym. In the photo there is him and also Co Minh. I thought he was really Co Minh so I called him Minh Minh. Who would have thought? Tan Vu Minh actually has the word "Minh" in his name. After that, I gradually couldn't control myself. 【Minh Minh, we talk so clearly every day. I want to see something more salacious.】 M: 【…】 【I want to see the photo you posted on your friends circle, the shirtless version.】 Tan Vu Minh was silent for half a minute. Then he actually sent a photo with his upper body bare, but without showing his face. At that time I still had doubts. Co Minh looks quite skinny, why does he look so muscular when he takes off his shirt? 【Lower the camera a bit, take another photo.】 M: 【Are you that kind of person?】 I smirked. Pretenders. If you're not that type of person, why did you send the photo so quickly? 【Don't agree? Then I'll post the photo out.】 【You probably don't want your nude photos to be seen by others, right?】 M: 【…】 Under my instructions, except for your face, almost your entire body was seen by me. M: 【On what basis do I only see yours?】 M: 【Let me see yours.】 I went swimming with my best friend that day so I sent him a photo of me wearing a swimsuit. From then on, he started calling me baby. Every day he wants to receive a "reward". If I reply to the message a little late, he will cry and demand "compensation". At this moment, I rubbed my aching temples, not knowing what to do. Isn't directly deleting you too irresponsible? Telling the truth frankly seemed to hurt him a bit. Or just continue to talk, then find an opportunity to break up naturally.

05

The next day, I was eating in the cafeteria. I met Co Dao and Co Minh's girlfriend. She studies Finance, her name is Tong Thi Ham. Even the name sounds amazing. The two of them held hands while choosing food. I carried the tray of rice far away. But the two of them still deliberately spoke loudly story. Co Dao said:

"Tsk, poor people can only eat noodles."

Tong Thi Ham continued:

"This type of person is the most cunning. They only want to rely on their face to seduce men, then marry into a rich family to change their lives."

The students around me, like me, all heard it clearly. I threw down my chopsticks, stood up and walked towards the two of them. I looked down at Co Dao from above, put my hand on her shoulder, my fingers slowly squeezing.

“Is your skin itchy?”