Chapter 1 — Love the Wrong Way

My mother is a military instructor. To demonstrate how to aim a gun, she personally tied me to a mobile target. "Mom... don't... rope... I can't breathe..." The beauty queen sneered: "In the magazine there are only gas bullets and colored bullets, shooting at me won't even scratch the skin." "Moreover, the rope doesn't tie me up. Khuong Minh Chau, what exactly are you pretending to be?” Mom suddenly turned her head, her eyes sharp as knives: “That year I performed an international rescue mission in the Amazon rain forest, was hit six times and still managed to kill three armed men! "I'm a combat hero, why would I give birth to a coward like you?" When I was three years old, chasing a thief, she left me alone in a shopping center. I was kidnapped by human traffickers into a deep mountain, hung up and beaten for three months. After that, even they couldn't bear it, saying that if I were only willing to be gentle, I would untie them. But I remember my mother's advice, absolutely no compromise. The ropes on my body had never been removed, my flesh was rotten, blood and pus flowed down my clothes, my back was covered in maggots, my bones were exposed when touched. Three months later, my mother finally found me. But I was left with severe stress disorder when tied up. Just touching the rope would make my throat feel like it was being choked with iron clamps, making it impossible to breathe. My vision gradually became blurry, until it fell completely into darkness. When I opened my eyes again, I was floating in mid-air. Out in the yard, the mother patiently adjusted the student's shooting position, her face serious. No one noticed, the girl on the beer rack had already stopped breathing. Sorry mom. In the end, I still cannot become my mother's pride. 1I bowed my head, and the stele also shook a little. The dissatisfied beauty queen shouted loudly: "Don't move! My aim was wrong, but it was wrong!" Seeing that I did not follow her request and did not straighten my back, she did not hesitate to pull the trigger. The bullet grazed my ear, red exploded on my cheek, filling my face. Bach Mat Ly sighed: "What a pity, it was just a little bit off, almost hit right in the middle of the mark, ten points." She waved the barrel of the gun, turned her head and shouted at me: "It's all because of you moving! If it hadn't been for this shot, it would have been ten points!" A classmate in the back row joined in: "Khuong Minh Chau has a lot of courage, being tied up on a beer rack but still so calm." Bach Mat Ly laughed coldly. "It's all practice bullets, There's only a little color inside, it can't hurt anyone, what is he afraid of?" Immediately someone continued: "His mother is our general military instructor, I heard that that year, being hit by six bullets in the rain forest can still kill." Bach Mat Ly sneered, her voice rising: "Khuong Minh Chau is not worthy of being Coach Ly's daughter at all!" I'm scared too, what a useless thing." Everyone's eyes looked at me with contempt. But I no longer feel heartbroken. I just looked at my mother blankly. "Khuong Minh Chau, straighten your back!" Mom finally turned around, her eyebrows furrowed. "How many times have I told you, raise your head, stick out your chest, pull in your stomach, you must have the spirit of a soldier!" She took a few steps in front of the stele, her finger almost poking the tip of my nose. "How many times have I taught you how to overcome fear, why?" You're not making any progress at all?" "You really make me so disappointed." Bach Mat Ly immediately approached and smiled flatteringly: "Coach Ly and Khuong Minh Chau don't cooperate like that, it will definitely affect our company's test results." "You're the general coach who has won so many honors, you can't let one person pull their hind leg and lower the ranking of the whole class, right?"

"She held the gun, her chin raised very high: "Just now he made a threat, saying that if anyone dares to shoot a bullet at him, he will find someone to 'teach' that person after class." "Khuong Minh Chau said he was a Taekwondo black belt, very powerful!" I saw the tattoo on the back of Bach Mat Ly's neck. I knew why Bach Mat Ly always aimed at me. I wanted to tell my mother, but I couldn't say anything. I was very impatient. Mom pulled out a spare rope from her belt. "If you can't stand up straight, I'll help you." The rope immediately tightened on the skin of my neck, forcibly straightening my head, fixing it on the beer rack. Mother pulled the rope tightly. "I taught you to be resilient, not to bully the weak." "I can't even do this, you make me so disappointed." I was forced to stay in that position, my eyes bulging. I stared at her. Mom suddenly raised her hand and slapped me hard in the face. "What are you looking at? You're not convinced, right?!" Her fingertips poked my forehead, every time she said a word, her knuckles would hit the bone hard. "My Ly Thuc Lan has been standing up straight and sitting upright all my life, glorious feat, how could I have given birth to something like you?!" "Bullying classmates, habitually lying, not having any courage, what else can you do besides cry?!" "I really regret giving birth to you!" My mother was once the strongest scout in the Western war zone. Nam. After she became pregnant, she was forced to take off her military uniform. She placed all her life's wishes on me. From the time I was three years old, every day at five o'clock in the morning, she dragged me to practice, forcing me to climb trees, fight, and practice military posture. But she forgot that when she was six months pregnant, she had to carry a heavy weight for two months. I was born two months prematurely, and my heart and lung function was weak mountains, my ribs were broken, my internal organs were engorged with blood. My body had long been unable to withstand all of her methods of forging steel on the battlefield. But she just thought I was lazy, said I was a coward, scolded me for the blood she had shed. "You are my daughter, you must be stronger than me!" That day, I lay on the ground vomiting blood. She forced me to starve for two days. After I fell asleep, she sneaked into the room and lifted my sore back to apply ointment. Under the moonlight, I heard her crying, tears falling on my wound. But as I grew older, my organs turned more slowly The target she set, I couldn't even complete one percent. Her eyes turned from stern to gloomy, and in the end there was only disgust. Luckily, I passed the university entrance exam and passed the exam to a good school. She asked her to transfer to be the head coach, saying she wanted everyone to see that Ly Thuc Lan's daughter was not a useless person. Seeing that she was about to get angry again, Bach Mat Ly stepped forward and pretended to persuade her said: "Minh Chau, listen to me, straighten your back, try just a little longer, the shooting training session is about to end." Bach Mat Ly tiptoed closer, holding a tissue in her hand, helping me wipe my face. "Oh my god, Khuong Minh Chau, look at your dirty face, the color is all clumpy, it's so unsightly." The tissue wiped the corner of her mouth, suddenly she hugged her wrist, tears talking about it. come. “Ah! Khuong Minh Chau! Are you crazy?!” “I, I was kind enough to help you clean your face, why did you bite me?” “It hurts so much, what should I do at the live shooting competition this afternoon?” But I'm already dead, how can I bite you?

Is she okay? The classmates immediately rioted. "Due to the fact that my mother is the head coach, she's usually used to being stubborn, now she doesn't even bother pretending anymore?" "Bite someone and still keep that dead look, it's really embarrassing our class!" Mother's face turned pale, she suddenly turned around. "Everyone present! Stand in formation!" "One hundred bullets each, use Khuong Minh Chau as the target, focus. shoot!" She turned her head and glared at me, with no warmth in her eyes: "Let him calm down, understand what discipline is!" My heart felt like it had been stabbed hard by a blunt knife, the pain made me tremble. Mom, how could you punish me for a few lies from Bach Mat Ly? I really want to tell mom who she is. As soon as the coach next to him heard that, his face immediately changed and he quickly stepped forward: "Coach Ly, no! Using students as living targets is a violation of the training regulations, in case something happens..." Mom didn't even bother to lift her eyelids, interrupting him: "Previously in the reconnaissance company, I could endure something ten times worse than this, why can't it?" "That's a battlefield!" The opponent was so impatient that he was sweating. “This is school!” Mother laughed coldly. "I used only air bullets, just colored ones. I have lowered the standards, not even the skin is scratched, what kind of punishment is that?" Another young coach wanted to open his mouth, the coach next to him quickly pulled him back, vigorously shaking his head. "Don't talk anymore! That's her biological daughter, coach Ly Tu has moderation in his heart." As soon as my mother ordered, the sound of gunfire rang out. Bullets clattered against the beer rack. Everyone's skills are terrible, few shots can even graze the forehead. Bach Mat Ly's one hundred shots alone, each shot stuck right in the middle of my path. Red was all over my face, running down my chin, looking like I had just been taken out of a vat of blood. My mother looked at that perfect ten, rarely nodded: "Not bad, has talent." Bach Mat Ly proudly waved the barrel of the gun. "Coach Ly taught well." She did not look at me again, turned around and waved her hand: "Disband the team, go eat, compete in the afternoon." The crowd scattered, leaving me alone tied up under the hot sun. Sweat mixed with red flowed into my eyes, I was neither in pain nor hot. I just bowed my head and looked at my injured body, feeling a bit sad. He had never been happy, even after he died, he was still tormented like that. People from other classes gathered around, pointed at me and laughed loudly. "Is this Khuong Minh Chau bullying others? Was he personally taught by coach Ly?" "A tiger mother gave birth to a dog, coach Ly is so tough, how did he give birth to such a coward?" Someone frowned: "If it's this hot, if you tie him up here, aren't you afraid of heat stroke? Untie him." Someone immediately objected: "What are you taking off? Didn't you see that Coach Ly didn't care? It must have been a big mistake." "Damn it, let him pretend..." I heard those words, my self-pity choked in my chest. I don't bully others, nor am I lazy. It's my body that broke down first, it's not that I don't have the will to progress. I flew up, away from that body exposed to the hot sun. In the dining room, mother was holding chicken thighs for Bach Mat Ly, smiling gently: "Have you ever held a gun before?" Bach Mat Ly obediently nodded: "My grandfather used to be a shooting god." Mother's eyes lit up: "The general's children are different, no wonder they have natural talent." As if I was crazy, I rushed forward and shouted loudly: "No! She lied to her mother! She has a snake tattoo on the back of her neck!" But no one heard. The dean of the department quickly ran over: "Coach Ly, where is Khuong Minh Chau? At the commendation ceremony this afternoon, she is the representative of new students giving a speech."