Chapter 7 — It Turns Out It's Still You

Having finished speaking, he stopped by, took a pen and wrote on my scratch paper several different solutions. I was surprised to see his serious expression. Looking at the solution again, the method is simple, the reasoning is clear, making people admire it. “You usually sleep all the time, right?” I asked in surprise. “Listen while sleeping.” He picked up his pen and tapped me on the head, "Someone like you, looks at the teacher all day and then gets dumbfounded." How did he know? It's true that I often absent-mindedly listen. “What's more, you're really good!” I almost applauded him. “Is that a bit good?” He leaned closer again, "I'm even better, want to try?" “Okay, what is it?” He leaned close to my ear and gently uttered two words. My face immediately turned red and I couldn't hold the pen anymore. Because he said: “Kiss on the lips.” Luc Da kept teasing me all the time, just thinking about that scene made my face turn red and my heart pounded. I doubt more and more whether he likes me or not. But at this time, no one clearly pointed out that window, my mood every day was like riding a roller coaster, about to explode. One day, the homeroom teacher started talking about early love. "For now, you should hide your love in your heart and turn it into motivation to study. That's what a student should do. Once you pass university, your psychology is more mature, and then you fall in love, I will definitely bless you." The class started to talk about who liked who, who was playing with both hands... all sorts of things. I also hid in the crowd. At night, while chatting on QQ with Luc Da, I suddenly blurted out a question: "Do you like anyone?" The time waiting for an answer seemed endless. He never answered, I regretted asking that stupid question a hundred times. What if he knows this little bit of my thoughts, and even my friends can't do it anymore? Only then did I receive a text message from him: "Yes." My heart immediately jumped. "Who is that?" I held my breath waiting for the answer. “That's it, you already know.” Seeing the message, my head went blank. The whole person seemed to fly into the sky, a bit shy, his face turned red and he looked at the ceiling, finally realizing that the corners of his eyes were wet. My name also starts with Y, does he like me? This is my happiest moment in the past 17 years. After that, I didn't text him any more. Faced with such a straightforward confession, I was scared to death. But I thought I couldn't, I had to keep pace, wait until the exam was over before talking about love. 21 The next day when I went to school, I didn't dare look at Luc Da. Because of his confession, I feel like something has changed between the two of us. He glanced at me, gave me the pencil, his fingers gently touched my hand, my heart pounded. In every small action he makes, I can feel the gentleness and affection hidden in it. But at this rate, my heart beats so fast that it affects my studies. Reason told me to stop. “Luc Da.” "YES." “We can… after taking the university entrance exam…” “What?” He looked at me, funny. “Well…” I hesitated, feeling like it was difficult to say these words, “For now, let's just focus on studying for the exam.” I gently told him not to fall in love for the time being. "Okay." His eyes glanced down at me, "But you're dressed like this, how do you expect me to study?" I followed his gaze and quickly used my uniform jacket to cover it. That's right, I'm wearing a dress today. Last night I was so excited that I couldn't sleep. I rummaged through the closet to find the dress I thought I wore best. I think he won't notice. The result was still discovered by him. It's really embarrassing. “It's hot so I wear a dress.” I lie very clumsily. He's still staring at me,

as if any of my little thoughts couldn't escape his eyes. He smiled slightly: "It suits you very well. You should wear it more in the future." I bowed my head and said no more. “Are your girls' feet that small?” He stretched out his long fingers to measure, "It feels like I can hold both legs with one hand." "Uncle!" My face turned red. Seeing me like this, he laughed until his shoulders shook. It seemed like he was taller, with a thin figure, and his uniform was a bit loose. But I found it just right. Anyway, I don't like guys with muscles or six-pack abs. As long as it's him, I like it. Just accidentally hearing someone mention his name is enough to make my heart pound. In order to pass the university entrance exam with him, I tried harder to study. He's the same, he sleeps less, no longer hangs out on the internet, works hard every day. “Master Luc, go ahead and smoke a cigarette.” His friends called. “Don't go.” "What's wrong?" “Can't you see I'm studying?” Luc Da seriously looked at me while I was copying down some important parts of the teacher's instructions. "Study? Are you crazy?" His friends were so shocked that they thought they had to take him to the hospital. "Variable." Luc Da conveniently threw the dictionary and hit them. “When does Young Master Luc go to school again? Does the sun rise from the West?” “That's right, do boys and girls also have to pretend to study?” “You're really great, Luc.” "Pretending to study, you're really skilled." … They all sat around and teased. Luc Da looked visibly uncomfortable. Just when I thought he was about to get angry, he suddenly laughed and said: "If you know, then go away, don't bother me and my friend at the academic exchange table." I almost choked on my saliva. Even though this sentence was very effective, they all made "I understand" faces and retreated, but... is this okay? 22 In the last physical education session before the university entrance exam, the teacher told the whole class to go out to the yard to jog and relax. The girls in the class ran around, the boys played basketball. As I passed by the soccer field, suddenly a ball flew straight towards me. Because I was running fast, the ball hit me straight in the face, causing my eyes to darken and me to fall onto the track. I don't know what happened after that. About a few dozen seconds later I opened my eyes, my head hurt like a hammer. “It's not that bad, is it? Being hit by a ball makes you act so serious?” The person speaking was the girl Ngo Kieu from before. “Whoa, people have boyfriends now, they have to know how to pretend a little.” Another girl continued. “Du San San, do you have no eyes on the road?” There was an unpleasant voice above my head. Ngo Kieu's new boyfriend. Now I understand, these two were intentionally targeting me. "You play football and throw it on the track. You're so technical but you still want to play football? If you're that bad, stop playing." I tried to prop myself up and respond. They probably didn't expect me to dare to resist and stood frozen in place. “That's just fine, whatever kind of person you are, whatever kind of person you are, it's okay if you have bad technique, it's all worthless.” I left that sentence behind, intending to go to the infirmary. But they refused to let go and tried to attack me. Suddenly there was a shadow in front of me. “Do you think I'm dead?” Luc Da held Ngo Kieu's boyfriend's hand tightly, pushing him to the ground. He turned around and asked me impatiently: "Did they hurt you?" "I'm OK." I forced a smile in response. I was also angry, but when I saw Luc Da's eyes filled with murderous intent, I was very scared. I'm afraid he'll cause something bad because of me before the exam. Bad people will have their retribution, I just hope he is at peace, don't bring trouble because of me. "Hey man, can you defend anything? Even trash can defend you?" Ngo Kieu's boyfriend stood up and tried to rush forward again. I saw Luc Da's eyes change clearly. “Luc Da, don't get attached to him, let's go back to class.” I choked and pulled his hand.

“You stand aside.” His calm appearance is even more like a storm signal. The next second, he rushed up to fight that guy. Half an hour later, I returned to class. Latest news: Luc Da was asked to go home and was not allowed to go to school before the exam. Hearing the news, I was both worried and helpless. Last night's self-study period, he returned. His face, neck and hands were full of wounds. I was both heartbroken and mad. I don't know if I'm angry at him for not listening and insisting on standing up for me, or angry at myself for being so useless and always involving him. He even laughed and teased me, but I ignored it and didn't pay attention anymore. After school at night, he still sneaked out of the wall and quietly followed behind me. I turned around and asked: "Why do you like to fight so much?" “They dare say you.” He reluctantly shrugged. “If I say I don't lose any meat, my mouth grows on me, so why do you have to interfere?” I'm really worried. He was also angry, his voice was harsh: "I lost a piece, right here!" He pointed to his chest. When he yelled at me, tears immediately fell from my eyes. I cried and said: "Luc Da, there are many things that cannot be solved with our fists." He's injured himself like this, and now he's banned from going to school before the exam. I'm really worried about his exam results. The last two weeks are all focused review and exam questions. If he's not present, what will we do?