Chapter 2 — One bite, famous throughout the school

“Nothing else, the effects are too bad.” While resting, I heard the girls next to me whispering. My heart fell straight to the bottom. Detention? Is it that serious? "Ha Mat, what are you so confused about?" Kieu Vu Huyen nudged me with her elbow. "I..." "You don't really feel guilty, do you?" Tham Nac's words hit the nail on the head. I didn't say anything, taking it as a tacit admission. I really feel guilty and want to die. I just wanted to be lazy, but I didn't expect it to turn into such a big deal and involve you. No, I have to do something. After turning off the evening lights, I crawled down from the bed and rummaged through my things. "Mat Mat, what are you looking for?" Kieu Vu Huyen asked dreamily. "Looking for medicine." I finally found a tube of erythromycin ointment in my small medicine box. Anti-inflammatory drugs. Surely... it works. I held the tube of medicine, feeling uneasy. How should I give it to you? Did you come directly to the coach's dormitory to find me? No no no, that's too obvious, probably before we even got to the door it was blocked. I changed my clothes and gingerly snuck out of the dormitory. The campus is very quiet late at night, with only the occasional flash of a patrolling security guard passing by. Relying on my memories of the day, I groped my way towards the temporary housing area of the coaches. It is a separate row of small houses, with a guard standing guard in front of the door. I can't get in at all. Be? I walked around the block and discovered a small forest behind me. The forest is dark and looks a bit scary. I was hesitating when I suddenly heard footsteps. I was startled and quickly hid behind a large tree. A figure walked out of the building, walking straight towards this small forest. Thanks to the moonlight, I recognized that silhouette. It's Co Dien! Looks like you're not locked up? He wore a black t-shirt and long pants. Compared to when he wore his military uniform during the day, he was a little less cool and a little more lazy. He walked to the edge of the forest, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and lit one. Bright red fire flashed across his face for a moment. He seemed to have something in mind, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, and he just quietly smoked. My heart beats very fast. The opportunity has come. I tightened the tube of medicine in my hand, took a deep breath, and stepped out from behind the tree. "Coach... coach." My voice sounded especially abrupt in the quiet night. Hearing the sound, he slowly turned his head. There was no expression on Co Dien's face. Eyes deep in the night quietly looked at me, as if they had already guessed that I would come. He didn't say anything, just clamped his cigarette, took a breath and then slowly exhaled a smoke ring. Cigarette smoke lingered, blurring his handsome features. I was scared by his gaze, stubbornly walked forward, holding out the tube of medicine in my hand. "That... your lips..." I didn't dare look into his eyes, my voice was as small as a mosquito, "This... anti-inflammatory." He lowered his eyes to look at the tube of medicine in my hand, then his gaze fell back to my face. He still didn't say anything. The air seemed to freeze, so stuffy that I couldn't breathe. I felt my cheeks get hot. "If you don't need it then don't!" I was a bit embarrassed and turned angry, turned around and was about to leave. But his wrist was grabbed tightly. His hand was very large, very hot, like a piece of red-hot iron. "What are you running?" His voice was very low, carrying a bit of hoarseness, like sandpaper rubbing across the tip of my heart, making my legs weak and incomprehensible. Before I could react, he pulled me hard and was staggered into the small forest nearby. "Ah! What are you doing?" I cried softly in panic. It was even darker in the forest, I could barely see my fingers. He pressed me against a large tree trunk, his tall figure completely engulfing me. I smell cigarettes

faintly on his body, mixed with his characteristic pleasant smell of green grass soap. Dangerous but captivating. My back pressed tightly against the rough bark, my heart beating like thunder. “Coach… you… you let me go…” “Let me go?”