Chapter 5 — My Fiance Punished Me To Stand In The Sun

The video in the article is the part where I walk through the military parade, cut into two minutes, with background music, and in just one night it had more than a hundred thousand views. The comments section from the initial "Oh my god, so cool" comments gradually turned into a publicity conference. Someone found a photo of Lam Vi's golf course post three days ago, placed it next to the diagnosis of "pollen allergy" and posted it in the same comment: "Everyone, see for yourself. People allergic to pollen come to the golf course, their face reflects light without being reddened by the sun. Is it reasonable?" There are more than three thousand replies below. "That's reasonable, she's clearly faking her illness." "So coach Luc was tricked by her, right?" "Fool what? Coach Luc did not read the certificate of exemption from training. This is not called cheating, but called abuse of power Coach Luc's fiancee? Trieu Van's three people sat around my bed, chirping non-stop. "Dao Dao, you're famous, really famous! Look at this comment, more than four thousand likes: 'Recommend Tong Dao to debut in the center position. What is a typical military training student, the female lead role in a military movie already exists'." Giang Ngu Nam held up the phone: "There are also people telling you to become a trainer, it's so funny—I could die laughing." To Manh lay face down on the pillow laughing so hard that he hit the bed: "You guys look at Lam Vi's latest post. She posted the sentence 'Pure people are automatically pure', below were all the comments 'Where are you pure, please explain', then she deleted it, ha ha ha." Trieu Van suddenly leaned close to me: "Dao Dao, coach Pho is so handsome... How old is he? Does he have a girlfriend?" I turned around: "You're young Take a look at my brother." "Your brother?" Trieu Van opened her eyes wide: "His last name is Pho, my uncle's last name is Tong. What kind of brother are you?" "The son of the Song family's comrades, he grew up in my house." I answered casually: "Considered half a brother." Trieu Van's eyes rolled around: "Half a brother... so they are not related by blood, right?" I picked up a pillow and threw at her: "Go to sleep tomorrow! practice!” The next morning when gathering, Pho Tu Hanh stood in front of the formation and blew the whistle. Trieu Van's eyes stared at him. I nudged her with my elbow. Deputy Tu Hanh did not pay attention. He looked down at his phone, then looked up to find me in the crowd and waved. I ran over: "What's going on?" He showed me the phone. That's the forwarded screenshot. Luc Tram just posted a new post: "For errors in the training exemption approval process, I will take responsibility accordingly. But please do not personally attack others, rumors that are not related to the truth should stop spreading." Attached is a photo of the conversation between him and Lam Vi, the content is the diagnosis paper and application for exemption from training that Lam Vi sent him. The meaning is very clear: I was tricked by her, I am also a victim. I looked twice and then returned the phone to Pho Tu Hanh: "Just let him post. He can explain however he wants." "You're not angry?" Pho Tu Hanh raised his eyebrows: "That's like he pushed all the responsibility onto Lam Vi." "What does that mean?" I brushed the dust off my hat: "The more he explained, the more it proved that he completely ignored my application at that time. I'm a

coach, he turned a blind eye to his fiancee's fainting from heat stroke, but another female student's coaching exemption form didn't need to be read and approved. Is this called work negligence? Obviously my heart has gone down to my heels." Pho Tu Hanh laughed: "Okay, the little princess of the Song family has grown up." I glanced at him: "I'm only three years older than you, don't act like a superior." When the afternoon training session ended, Luc Tram came again. This time he stood straight in the path we had to go through after our formation dispersed. In his hand he carried a paper bag, looking at the packaging, it was cheesecake from the sweet shop in front of the school gate. In the past, I liked eating cakes from that store the most. Every time he came to visit me at school, he brought one. He stood under the street light. Seeing me coming, he took a step forward: "Tong Dao, let's talk." I stopped, turned to my roommates, "You guys go first", then crossed my arms and looked at him: "What are you talking about?" He handed over the paper bag: "What you liked before." I didn't accept: "I liked it before, but now I don't like it." Luc Tram's hand stiffened in midair. He pursed his lips, collected the paper bag, his voice much lower than before: