Chapter 1 — It Turns Out It's Still You

1 I have secretly loved Giang Thu for two years, but because of low self-esteem, I never dared to talk to him. I wrote the secret of liking him in my diary. Unexpectedly, the next day, the diary was passed around the class. I was so worried that I burst into tears, but Giang Thu stood up domineeringly, snatching the diary from someone else's hand: "Sorry, I wrote this diary, the person I secretly like is her." During the self-study session that night, he kept holding my hand tightly and not letting go, asking me: "So, classmate San San, do you agree to let my unrequited love come true?" I was extremely happy, my face turned red and I nodded. Giang Thu and I are officially together. But after only a week of dating, my mother suddenly brought home a man, saying he was my new stepfather. I was so surprised that my whole body was numb. Because... that person is Giang Thu's father. It was Giang Thu who proactively proposed to break up. “Du San San, do you know, just thinking about you being my sister makes me feel disgusted.” He hates my mother, he also hates me. After breaking up, he started hanging out with girls around me, showing off his love in front of me without any hesitation. 2 Lunch break. “Switch places with me.” Giang Thu turned around, her long fingers tapped on my desk. “Um, okay.” I held the test and obediently moved to sit in front of him. Recently he noticed my tablemate - Hua Thien. Every lunch break he wants me to change places with him. “Brother Giang is flirting with girls again.” "Flirting with girls yourself, asking your ex to be your eyes and ears, that's really cool." “Why do girls feel like they've been poisoned by him?” … The friends around me teased me, but I have long been immune. Half a minute later, I heard the laughter of him and Hua Thien in my ears, my spine tensed up straight. "Don't kiss..." "Just a little..." Halfway through the sentence, someone poked me in the back, but I didn't have the courage to turn around. “Help me keep an eye on the teachers.” His voice was cold, like an order. My heart fell straight to the bottom of the abyss. When we were still in love, he used to gently comfort me: "San San, my first kiss is for you, you can't kiss anyone else anymore." And now, he kisses someone else, and not just one person. Thinking of that, I immediately lost my spirit, and in the end I only uttered one word: "Okay." Lunch break lasted an hour and a half, yet I couldn't do a single simple math problem. 3 The moment the homeroom teacher appeared in front of the window, my nerves were immediately tense like a guitar string. “Giang Thu.” I quickly reached back and gently pushed my deskmate, lowering my voice to remind him: "There's the homeroom teacher." I pushed it and there was no response, behind me it was still making a mess. I started to get impatient. Pushed again: "There's a teacher." The next second— Next to me, a guy with messy hair raised his head from behind a towering pile of books. His black eyes were filled with frustration. “It's so noisy!” His voice was hoarse and low, carrying an irritated look after just being woken up, making me so scared that I didn't dare breathe loudly. His name is Luc Da, he is Giang Thu's new deskmate, and is also a transfer student who just arrived. I heard that when he first moved in, his head and legs were wrapped in bandages. It was rumored that he had caused injuries to others so he was forced to change schools. His eyes looked at me like he wanted to kill someone. “I… sorry…” I was so scared that my teeth were chattering. In the end, I carefully pulled the uniform shirt back over him, telling him to continue sleeping. Right after that... The homeroom teacher pushed the door open and walked in. Looking at her about to walk towards me, I was worried about being discovered changing places so I was so panicked that my head was smoking. The first unconscious reaction is to hide. In a frantic moment, my mind

Temporarily stopped working, so he pulled up Luc Da's uniform, crawled inside, and pretended to sleep. Feeling movement, he suddenly turned his head. The result was—under that tight uniform, he and I lay facing each other. In the dark, his eyelashes gently touched the tip of my nose... I looked into those sparkling black eyes, my heart suddenly pounding. “What are you doing?” His voice was gentle, mixed with a bit of teasing. The distance was so close, his breath blew straight onto my face. “Shh…” I lowered my voice to beg. Because the homeroom teacher's footsteps were heard in my ears. The sound of footsteps got closer and closer, my heart felt like it was about to jump out of my chest. He didn't say anything more. About a minute later, the teacher's footsteps disappeared at the classroom door. I just dared to breathe a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to lift his shirt and get out, his hand was held tightly. My heart skipped a beat slightly. “Let go, your grip will hurt me.” I almost want to cry. But he laughed again, a smile like a demon. "Oh? So what do you want me to do to make you... more comfortable?" 4 “You…!” I was both embarrassed and angry, and on impulse I bit him. He cursed softly, it was too painful so he let me go, lowered his head to look at the clear teeth marks on his wrist: "Are you a dog?" “It was you who hurt me first.” On his white wrist, the marks of my teeth were indeed a bit too obvious, making me feel guilty and not dare to speak out loud. “Huh.” He sneered: "So who is the one who suddenly crawled into my uniform, trying to play tricks on me?" Knowing I was wrong, I didn't dare argue back. With both anger and sadness in my heart, I stood up and turned around to change places with Giang Thu. The rest of the day I didn't say a word. After school, Giang Thu pulled me back. He looked at me with a dark face: "Du San San, are you so lacking in men that you've gone crazy? Does anyone dare to enter the uniform?" "He's just a scoundrel, do you think you're cool?" With a superior look, he pointed his finger at me and scolded me. “What does it have to do with you?” I angrily pushed his hand away, picked up my backpack and left alone. Turning the corner of the hallway, I suddenly saw Luc Da leaning on crutches, holding a cigarette, and a group of special students in the school smoking and chatting. His eyes suddenly looked at me, making me scared and unconsciously walked faster. “Boss, is it this girl?” “Didn't the ex-girlfriend listen to Giang Thu's words?” “A dwarf, bit you like this?” "Looking at that height, I can't imagine how he could bite his hand." … The people behind him laughed loudly. I listened and was both embarrassed and confused. "If you don't know how to talk, you won't be able to speak in the future." A familiar voice rang out. It's Luc Da. I was stunned. After the terrible screams, a scuffle was heard from behind. I didn't dare turn around, I could only bend my legs and run quickly. 5 The next day, Giang Thu's deskmate didn't come to class. Third day, still not there. While I was going to the bathroom, I accidentally heard some classmates talking—"That guy Luc Da just arrived and started a fight and was picked up by his parents." “Why?” "And why else, there can't be two tigers in one mountain, he has to fight 'big brother' for a while to calm down." … I admit I was a little scared. Standing next to me listening, I suddenly remembered what happened that day. I kept feeling like Luc Da was fighting because of me. I couldn't help but feel a little guilty. Hesitating for a few seconds, finally couldn't help but ask: "Is he seriously injured?" A group of people then noticed me and turned to look at me. At that moment, a voice suddenly rang out above my head—“Since you're so concerned, why don't you ask

Can I go straight?" Turn around—Luc Da! “I…” The first reaction in my mind was: Is he still alive! Breathe a sigh of relief. “Feel sorry for me? Are you afraid I'm dead? He seemed to see through me, smiling and playing with the metal lighter in his hand. “From now on, when you fight, don't drag me into it.” I finally said what was in my heart. I don't want to get involved, nor do I want anyone to fight for me. He was stunned for a moment, his face expressionless: "I don't even know your name, how can I drag you out? Kid.” “That's best, I don't want to get involved with those bad students.” I bit my lip, my face full of shame because my throat was blocked. “Okay, give me a cigarette, bad students won't bother good students from now on.” One sentence left me speechless. “You…” I stood there hesitantly. Since I was a child, my mother told me not to get involved with thugs on the street. But right now I just want everything to be over quickly. “Really?” “Trick you for what?” He looked at me, looking like he wanted to laugh. I took the risk and took the lighter in his hand. Press it a few times until it burns, then bring it in front of him. He relaxed, bowed his head, and took a deep breath. The blue fire reflected in his eyes as he suddenly glanced towards me, his throat moving slightly. My heart also trembled accordingly. Two seconds later, he immediately regained his expression and tilted his head to one side, not knowing what he was thinking. “I'm leaving.” He leaned his arm on the railing and groaned lazily. I returned the lighter to him, turned around and hurried back to class. “Luc Da! What are you doing?!” The homeroom teacher's voice rang out from behind. I was startled and ran faster.