Chapter 2 — Shine in the Right Place

04I blocked Tong Tram. Anyway, he never proactively texted me, whether he contacted me or not was the same. I even went to the barbershop, cut off my long hair, leaving it in a neat short style. Because Tong Tram likes long, straight black hair, for many years I have always tried to keep my hair long. It's thick and hot when you tie it up. Every time you wash your hair, you have to dry it for nearly an hour. If you're careless, it gets messy, and you don't have time to take care of it in your senior year. Actually, I don't like it at all. From now on, I will only put myself first. On Monday, when school started, Tong Tram still had that cold look, lying down on the table without talking to anyone. Before, I would always try to find a topic to bother you with. But this time, I didn't say anything. After the school bell rang, Tong Tram kept glancing at me several times, not knowing what he was thinking. During math class, the teacher is lecturing. The first few questions were very easy, almost just skimmed, and said no one was allowed to make mistakes. "Who asked these questions? This is a graded test, middle school students can do it." The whole class was silent. Only Tong Tram raised his hand to signal me. He wanted me to ask the teacher to explain sentence number two again. He did it wrong. Tong Tram's achievements were not good, he often fell asleep, lost concentration and could not keep up with progress. At those times, you will use sign language with me. So I stood up, smiled and refused to be scolded, and begged the teacher to explain again so he could hear clearly. To help him improve his score, I also turned the knowledge into song lyrics, which even though he sang poorly, they still kept repeating in his ears. Every time he failed a class, I immediately ran to the office to act like a babe, asking the teachers to increase the score to 60 points and give him another chance. When he was isolated during gym class, I held his hand again and again, pulling him to mingle with the boys. … But now I won't do those stupid things anymore. 【Questions two and three, please ask the teacher to explain it again.】 The phone turned on a message from Tong Tram. I paused for a few seconds, then suddenly stood up and scolded: "Can you stop bothering me? Ask the teacher if I'm wrong!"05 The whole class immediately fell silent. Tong Tram was stunned, his face gradually darkened, and his eyes looked at me as if a fire was burning. The teacher forced those who did wrong to go to the back of the class to listen. "This lesson uses the Pythagorean theorem to calculate immediately, so what's wrong with punishing you?" Tong Tram's hand clenched into a fist, as if suffering a great humiliation. He bowed his head, his drooping hair covering his eyes, only his pale, bloodless chin could be seen, trembling in laughter throughout the class. Suddenly, a resolute voice rang out: "Teacher, I did something wrong too, I'll take the punishment myself!" Without raising her head, Kieu Man Man ran quickly to the back of the classroom, almost falling into Tong Tram's arms. Her whole body trembled with fear, but she still stubbornly told him: "Don't be afraid. I'm here with you." "If a 12th grade student can't calculate the Pythagoras theorem, are you two still very proud? Then continue standing, stand until the end of class!"Tong Tram's thin lips pressed tightly into a straight line. As if blaming Kieu Man Man for being stupid and worrying about so many things. How is this supposed to help? It only causes both of them to be punished more severely, so what are you feeling emotional about? However, when I turned around. Seeing the moment Tong Tram held Kieu Man Man's hand. I suddenly understood. Candy you ask for will never be sweet. The person who saved Tong Tram was never me.06Just after school, Tong Tram stopped in front of my desk. The hoarse voice was full of questioning: "Luc Yen, why?" "It turns out you know how to open your mouth, right? Next time you can't, ask yourself, I'm not your mother, I have to worry about everything." Tong Tram looked at me in surprise, instinctively clenching his fist. Oh, I forgot. Tong Tram's mother has always been a thorn in his heart. But that's related

What happens to me? We are just normal classmates. Discovered my coldness. In the afternoon, a cup of iced coffee appeared on my table. Tong Tram stood next to explain, his tone without any warmth: "You're not in a good mood."