Chapter 2 — It Turns Out It's Still You

6 The next class, his seat was empty again. Hearing what his classmate said, Luc Da was caught smoking, the homeroom teacher was very angry. I looked at that empty space, deep in thought. I... Looks like I indirectly harmed him again. At noon, Giang Thu turned to look at me again. “Shall we change places?” I took the book and very consciously walked in front of him. "… Correct." His arrogant expression stiffened a bit. He probably didn't expect me to be so decisive today. I sat down at his place, it was quiet for a while then someone poked me in the back. “I want to eat spicy noodles.” I turned back to look at Giang Thu, not understanding what he meant by that. “I haven't had lunch yet.” He smiled slightly, as if I was definitely going to buy it for him. I sighed inwardly, still standing up: "Wait a minute." After speaking, he took his wallet and walked out of class. Giang Thu had low blood sugar, I was afraid he would faint. Actually, I also know that Giang Thu just wants to torture me. I like him, have liked him for two years, and my friends say I'm lowering myself. Only I know, he also liked me, but temporarily couldn't accept the fact that I became his step-sister. What about me? I'm not willing either, but what can I do? Even I couldn't find a way out for myself. “No green onions, no garlic, just chili oil, thank you.” I told my aunt to sell. “Girls are really picky eaters, aren't they?” Aunt grumbled a sentence. I just smiled slightly. I ran back to class as fast as I could, but ended up seeing Giang Thu and my deskmate sleeping on the same table. Their arms were still wrapped around each other, and my uniform was draped over their heads. I quietly placed the bowl of noodles in the table drawer. Just doing some exercises, suddenly there was a noise behind me. Maybe he hasn't slept yet? I just turned around, intending to give him the noodles— "She, she just brought it to the door herself, to be honest, it doesn't mean anything." "You're so short, kissing makes your neck tired." “I still prefer kissing you, you smell better…” …My heart felt like someone was tearing it apart. I was stunned on the spot, cold sweat poured out all over my body. By the time Giang Thu and Tu Khiet climbed out of their uniforms and stared at me, I could no longer react. “San San.” Tu Khiet looked at me, his eyes filled with pity. I turned around, took the bowl of noodles from the table and brought it to the back: "Your noodles." The smell of noodles drifted past from behind, and I suddenly couldn't help but cry. When I happily gave my first kiss, I hoped he would cherish this feeling. When I remembered his every habit, on the way home I was worried that the noodles would get cold, afraid that his stomach would hurt again. When I was afraid of being abused by him, but ended up hurting myself... He hugged another girl and talked bad about me behind my back. At this moment, I really can't find any words to say about myself anymore. I really am so vile. 7 I wiped my tears and started doing my homework. But the words on the notebook were blurred by tears. I angrily threw the pen away, not knowing what to do next. In the afternoon during class, I sat there dumbfounded. Luc Da leaned on his crutches, limped back to the classroom, and stood on the podium. The homeroom teacher followed behind. Then, right in front of the whole class, he lazily started reading the review. "In short, don't smoke, don't fight like me. If anyone wants to fight with me, as long as you can withstand the beating, that's fine." His no-nonsense style made the whole class burst into laughter. The homeroom teacher was so angry that she couldn't help but make him shut up immediately. After angering the homeroom teacher, Luc Da was banished to sit in the last row of the classroom. "After deep reflection, Luc Da said that from now on he will reform and study hard. Is there anyone who would volunteer to sit with him and help him?" Children

The boy in the class quickly lowered his head. Every girl wanted to try, but in the end they were all scared away by Luc Da's eyes. I stared at Giang Thu's back, my heart still aching. As long as his desk mate is a girl, he wants to flirt with her, just thinking about it makes me feel desperate. Then on impulse, I raised my hand. The whole class looked at me with surprised eyes. Giang Thu also frowned at me. “I don't agree.” Luc Da glanced at me and flatly refused. I was so embarrassed that I didn't know whether to lower my hand or not. “You have no right to refuse here.” The homeroom teacher glared at him. “Teacher…” His voice trailed off with dissatisfaction, “I'm not a prisoner.” “Here I say you are a prisoner, then you are a prisoner!” The homeroom teacher was so angry that she blushed and threw chalk straight at him: "You smoke, skip class, fight, tell me, what right do you have to refuse?" Luc Da didn't say anything, glanced at me again, and faintly said: "She's disturbing my sleep." The whole class burst into laughter again. The homeroom teacher's face was red. "Shut up, it's decided. If you dare to choose again, I'll copy the rules 10 times!" The homeroom teacher decisively finished the matter, not giving him any chance to protest. So I moved the table and chairs to the last row and sat next to him. After sitting for a few minutes, the more I thought about it, the more I felt sorry for myself and burst into tears. “Don't worry, I will absolutely not disturb your sleep.” Seeing me cry, his face changed a bit: "Do you want to sit next to me so much that you have to cry?" I: ? “Don't cry anymore, I won't accept this trick.” He seemed unconcerned. “Are you still a boy?” I looked at him with red eyes. He really doesn't have any manliness at all. He was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed: "Yes or no, what's the matter? Do you want to try the men's restroom with me?" "Uncle…!" I was so angry that my face turned red. "You're good, Luc, this short girl is cute, why do you make yourself miserable..." Next to Luc Da's friends also joined in to tease. Luc Da replied with a calm face: "You second-class scoundrel is under 1m73 and still dares to call others short." The other guys were scolded by him until they were speechless. “If you're good, you should be taller, you're not even 1m80.” “Do you think I'm no longer an adult?” Everyone was silent. 8 Luc Da is really not easy to mess with. Vaguely, I began to feel a little regretful, and became even more determined not to get involved with him anymore. After that, he just slept on his own, I listened to mine, and there was no more communication between the two sides. When I got home that evening, Giang Thu walked into my room again. "Are you just giving up like this? Sitting at the same table with a scoundrel like him, what benefits do you get? Do you think you're a Holy Mother, able to influence that type of person? When your academic performance declines and you can't get into college, it's too late for you to cry." … He stood there, looking arrogant and blaming me for a while. "If I don't sit with him, then I have to sit right behind you, watching you lovingly and lovingly every day!" “Giang Thu, I'm also human, I'm not your dog!” He was stunned. This is the first time we have argued so loudly. Both were so angry that they couldn't breathe, standing in place trying to calm down. A long time later, he sighed, lowered his voice and said: "San San, I told you, don't like me anymore, everything is over, I don't like you anymore." "Don't like me? Then why did you know me before?" I cried and questioned. He replied nonchalantly: "Just playing around." Finally he turned and left. And I burst into tears. Mom heard the noise, rushed up to the room, saw me crying so miserably, hugged me, and asked what was going on. “Did he bully you?” “Mom… why did you marry dad?

of Giang Thu?” I cried and asked my mother. My mother was stunned, hugged me and comforted me: "Haven't you always wanted a father? Now you have one." “But I don't want to be him!” I've imagined countless times that if I hadn't become Giang Thu's step-sister, perhaps the two of us would still be studying together and moving towards our goals together. But now what, he tortures me every day. I feel like I can't breathe anymore. "Uncle Giang is a very good person, gradually you will understand when you get to know each other..." My mother kept repeating those words over and over, but I couldn't hear a single word. Uncle Giang is truly a good person. But... I'm about to not be able to stand it anymore. 9 Every day I still go to school as usual. But after changing seats, I actually felt much more relieved. Luc Da looked very fierce, but I didn't provoke him, and neither side bothered the other. To make the boundary clearer, I even drew a dividing line in the middle. "No one's belongings must cross this line. If they cross it, it will be considered as belonging to the other side." "Okay." He agreed very emphatically. The next second, he threw the Physics exercise book over, smiled and said: "There you go." “Do it for me.” "You..." "Today you are not allowed to touch your tables and chairs, tomorrow draw a dividing line, furniture cannot cross the boundary, do you think I - Luc Da - am such an obedient person?" He asked back. “So what do you want?” “I heard your request, please help me with my homework.” He smiled evilly: "You can't always take advantage of me." “Of course, I'm very generous. If you definitely want to take it, I don't mind letting you take... other types of benefits.” “I do your homework!” I immediately grabbed the notebook and blocked his mouth.