Chapter 3 — Straight or curved, it's still with you

7 Arriving at the restaurant that Chu Nghien Tham introduced, I stood hesitantly at the door, not knowing whether I should go in or not. Because inside, there are all couples. Intimate position, so sweet it's sickening. To avoid unnecessary trouble, I turned to ask him: "If you go out to eat with me like this, have you told your... boyfriend?" "Leopard? With whom?" — Chu Nghien Tham frowned slightly, and even reached out to pull me closer, afraid that I would be bumped by a passerby. “That guy who went to the bar with me the other day.” "He suggested this restaurant and asked me to take you there. What should I tell him?" — He said very calmly. "Huh? He... told you to bring me here?" — I was stunned. “Is something wrong?” “No, no.” He trusted his friend to this extent, it seemed there was no hope left to "break straight". I went to the bathroom, intending to calm down a bit. But as soon as I turned the corner of the hallway, I saw someone I never wanted to see again in my entire life. ——Trieu Tu Hoa. My ex-boyfriend. For three years, he spent a lot of effort pursuing me. Then it only took me exactly three months to kick him out. He betrayed me. What a "spacious" bed, it gave me an engraved lesson. Back then, it was truly blind eyes that left this stain. I didn't bother stopping, intending to walk straight past. But he suddenly grabbed my wrist, forcing me to stop. “Kha Kha… sorry.” It's been two years since you remembered and came to apologize to me? Even if you eat shit, it won't be hot enough. I didn't want to waste another breath, so I coldly glared at him: "Let go." "Are you doing well these days? I'm not. Since we broke up, I haven't been able to sleep every night..." He held me so tightly that no matter how hard I struggled, I couldn't escape. I suppressed my anger and repeated again: "Let go." He kept muttering to himself: "...Or should we go back?" “——Pop!” A crisp pop sounded, making my hand numb. Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of... clapping. “Good fight.” — Chu Nghien Tham's voice came from behind. Perhaps because he saw someone standing up, Trieu Tu Hoa felt a little hesitant and let go of my hand. “Sister, come here.” — Chu Nghien Tham stood on the other side, his eyes lightly signaling. He is truly arrogant on the outside to the point of making others respect him. I walked around the criminal and walked towards him. Unexpectedly, he suddenly shouted: "Lin Kha, this is the first time I have seen you so obedient! Who is he to you?" "Are you that convenient? It's been a while since we broke up and you're already looking for another guy?" Loud, high-pitched sound. I looked up at him in surprise, as if I hadn't fully recognized this person until today. The old mask of gentleness and gallantry has fallen, revealing an unexpectedly ugly nature. Just as I was about to give him another slap, he was kicked so hard that his whole body hit the wall. Chu Nghien Tham retracted his legs, walked to my side, pulled my hand and placed it under the faucet to wash. “Sister, don't touch dirty things, you'll dirty your hands.” …This little brother really knows how to curse well. Trieu Tu Hoa leaned against the wall and stood up trembling, his eyes full of unwillingness: "I want to report to the police, you guys intentionally assaulted others." “Report it.” Chu Nghien Tham smiled contemptuously, his tone was indifferent, he walked leisurely and pulled out a tissue and gave it to me. I took it, slowly dried my hands, then gently reminded the criminal: "The last name is Trieu, if I guess correctly, you're leaving today." with your girlfriend?" “Do you need me to go out and call her to show her your true face?” He certainly wouldn't dare. All his life he was only good at playing the gentle and humble role to seduce girls. Sure enough, as soon as my words ended, he fell silent. Going back to the dining room, I only saw a girl sitting alone by the window. Garlic hair tied, face bright and innocent. I borrowed pen and paper from the front desk, wrote a paragraph, added a tip, and asked the waiter to help me. After finishing, I turned around and looked at Chu Nghien Tham apologetically: "Sorry..." He immediately interrupted: "Just when I also want to change my taste, do you have any recommended restaurants?" “Can you eat spicy food?” “Can try.” — Chu Nghien Tham tilted her head slightly, tilted her chin slightly towards the door: "Lead the way, sister." Both arrogant and obedient. 8 I led him to turn seven and eight, into an alley filled with the smoke and fire of the world. At the end of the alley is a long-standing hot pot restaurant, with bustling voices and laughter, the smell of spicy chili oil rushed straight into the nose, sweeping away all the troubles from before. “This is the place.” — I pointed, “Guaranteed to be delicious.” Chu Nghien Tham nodded and naturally stepped forward, helping me block the crowd of people. He was tall, extremely prominent in the crowd, attracting many eyes, then glanced at me. For some reason, my face felt a bit hot, so I quietly followed him, finding a hidden corner to sit down. The hot pot was boiling, the red oil was rippling, the heat was rising dimly, causing the face on the other side to become obscured in the mist, leaving only the deep, beautiful eyes hidden behind a thin veil of smoke. “Just now… thank you.” — I opened my mouth to break the silence. These words were sincere, the kick just now was truly too gratifying. Chu Nghien Tham was leisurely putting the meat into the pot. When he heard the words of thanks, his movements stopped and he looked up: "Sister." He called these two words long and vaguely, as if poisonous, causing my ears to suddenly turn red. “Use actual actions to thank me.” "For example?" Just as the beer arrived, he opened two bottles and suggested: "Let's play a game of Truth or Drink?" If you answer, the other person drinks. Be quiet and drink it yourself. “Okay, you first.” Chu Nghien Tham sighed softly: "Sister is really generous." Immediately after that, he changed his tone: "Do you treat others the same way?" "Are not." He was clearly very satisfied with this answer, drinking a refreshing drink of beer. When it was my turn, I responded with the same question: “Do you treat others the same way?” “So… what is it like?” “Does this game allow asking back questions?” Very good, I'll give myself a drink. The next time, he was silent again, just looking at me. That look, strong, direct, just like that time at the bar. I had a bad premonition in my heart and quickly lowered my head to pick up the food to avoid that look. But as soon as I bent down, I heard his voice say: "Sister, you like me... right?"