Chapter 2 — Love the Wrong Way

Mom's smile faded a bit: "It's not worth it." The dean was impatient: "Isn't this already decided long ago? Khuong Minh Chau's university entrance exam score is in the top ten in the whole city, modestly excellent, academically excellent..." The haze on her mother's face was soothed by these compliments, a trace of pride appeared. She casually asked the student next to her: "Where is Khuong Minh Chau?" The other student timidly replied: "Still... still at the shooting range." The chopsticks in her mother's hand stopped, her face turned cold: "If he likes to stand there, let him continue to stay there." "Praise ceremony, change people." The cruel sun, shining straight on my pale, purple-blue body. Flies buzzed around, some people covered their noses passing by: "It's disgusting." I hid under the shade of a tree, watching my body being eaten away, so heartbroken that I cringed. It turns out that in this world, no one loves me. At the opening ceremony in the afternoon, the outstanding student standing on the president's podium was changed to Bach Mat Ly. I was floating below the stage, so angry that I was shaking. Based on what reason is it her? She is completely unworthy! Mom sat on the stage, watching Bach Mat Ly open my statement. Bach Mat Ly read with emotion. At the end, she raised her head to look at her mother, her eyes filled with tears: "I really want to have a mother like coach Ly. You are my hero, my example." The whole hall echoed, the applause was like thunder. The microphone was brought to her mother's mouth. She smiled and held Bach Mat Ly's hand: "I also really want to have an excellent daughter like you. If your parents saw it, they would definitely be very happy." The corners of Bach Mat Ly's mouth quickly raised a bit, revealing cold white teeth: "Yes, they must... be very happy." Mom smiled. "Unfortunately, I'm not that lucky." She turned her head and glanced towards the shooting range, the corner of her mouth pulled out a smile. cold: "My biological daughter has no will to progress, pretends to be sick every day, has no spirit." "Raising her for eighteen years, there is not a day that doesn't make me cold." Bach Mat Ly leaned on her shoulder, blinked those poisoned eyes, gently continued: "Coach Ly, don't be sad, maybe she's just... not grown up yet." Mom patted her hand, the disgust in her voice was not hidden: "The mud can't be plastered." I jumped up like crazy, flew around my mother, screaming hoarsely: "Mom! Stay away from her! She's not a good person!" Bach Mat Ly suddenly covered her pocket and cried out loud: "My phone is gone, it was an admission gift my mother gave me." Mother's expression suddenly changed: "Think carefully, where did you put it?" Tears fell from Bach Mat Ly's eyes: "It's gone... a classmate said she saw it this morning." Khuong Minh Chau searched my wardrobe!” Mom's face immediately turned pale and she strode to the shooting range. She grabbed my hair and forced me to raise my head: "You took Jasmine's phone?!" My face was pale, my lips were purple, and flies were flying in the corners of my eyes. But mother only saw my "silent opposition". "If you don't learn what's good, you learn to steal other people's things? Is jealousy that strong?" Seeing that I didn't speak, her fist fiercely pounded my chest: "I'm talking to you! Are you deaf?!" She roughly pulled the rope out. I was like a piece of rotten wood, falling straight to the ground. Mom used the tip of her foot to kick my shoulder: "Where did you hide the phone? Hand it over!" But I couldn't open my mouth anymore. The school doctor wearing a first aid kit panted and ran over: "I heard that a student was exposed to the sun all afternoon? Where are you?" My classmate pointed at me on the ground: "There." Bach Mat Ly curled her mouth slightly, took advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, and quietly turned around to squeeze out of the crowd. The doctor squatted down and called out "classmate". Seeing that I didn't react, he put his hand on my neck. Mom snorted coldly, crossed her arms and stood there: "Still acting!" Doctor Truong

Panicked, I lifted my eyelids, touched my neck artery, my hands shook so much that I couldn't see anything: "He's dead! He's really dead!" Mom squatted down, patted my face hard, her voice cold: "Get up! Stealing things and want to pretend to be dead to escape? Dream!" She pulled my arm, her voice carrying a command that did not allow for doubt: "If you've done something wrong, you have to admit it. punishment!” “Later, carry the heavy load and run twenty kilometers, then kneel down and apologize to Jasmine, maybe mom can still forgive me!” I didn't react at all, like a puddle of mud. The murderous intent in her mother's eyes rose, and she raised her hand to strike again. Doctor Truong suddenly rushed forward, holding her arm tightly, his voice trembling: "Coach Ly! What are you doing! Khuong Minh Chau is dead! Do you still want to torment a child?!" Mother's hand stiffened in mid-air, the mockery on her face immediately froze, her pupils constricted violently: "...What?" Doctor Truong's eyes turned red, pushed mother away, and pointed at my neck. and the skin had cadaver stains: "Look carefully!"