Chapter 2 — The Future Without Thanh Mai

Phan Nhat Oanh secretly took a photo of Quy Trach's back, along with the text: 【Personally studying Than Quy from the school next door tutored me, no longer have to worry about taking the entrance exam to the art academy!】 I remember he once mentioned that for each tutoring session you can earn two hundred yuan. He said this is money saved for our future. Turns out that was the beginning for the two of them. In the middle of winter break, I was preparing for the specialized exam and was so worried that I couldn't sleep all night. Quy Trach said he had to prepare for the competition so he couldn't be with me, but in Phan Nhat Oanh's post, he was studying with her the written exam questions from previous years for the fine arts academy. In March, one day before the second round of the Central Academy of Fine Arts, I lost control and burst into tears in the drawing room. Quy Trach appeared again in Phan Nhat Oanh's lens, specially lining up to take her to see the painting exhibition. In the most recent post, Phan Nhat Oanh showed off her aspirations. 【Dream when I was eighteen years old, here I come!】 Someone asked her below: 【Does the account owner only register one wish, which is the Central Academy of Fine Arts? Are you that confident?】 Phan Nhat Oanh replied: 【Hehe, because there is someone who can't do anything, will help me realize my dream.】 My hand kept shaking, I almost couldn't hold the phone. Quy Trach did not reveal his front face in any of the photos, but I couldn't fool myself, couldn't ignore those small, familiar details. When I needed him the most, he stood next to my competitor. Phan Nhat Oanh's latest post appeared. In the photo are two hands clasped with ten fingers. 【The first day we kissed, it was so awkward, hehe.】 My stomach churned, I turned my head to the side, couldn't help but vomited twice. I was just about to turn off my phone when Phan Nhat Oanh posted a secretly recorded video. The caption is: 【Recording someone's honest words after being a little drunk.】 Phan Nhat Oanh smiled and asked: "A Trach, tell me about your childhood friend." Quy Trach's profile shadow moved on the wall. His voice was a bit hoarse but every word was extremely clear. "That's all." "Looking at it for eighteen years, it's boring." He sneered: "I coaxed her that because I was afraid of being teased by outsiders, I didn't take her to meet friends. Yet she believed it, so pitifully stupid." I pursed my lips. But tears still did not obey, silently flowing down his face. The video continued to play, Quy Trach looked towards the camera. "Being with you is still more fun." The camera began to shake, then vague kissing sounds were heard. My fingertips are stiff. I pressed the wrong button a few times before calling Quy Trach. The phone rang three times, finally connected. I asked with a trembling voice: "Qui Trach, from the beginning you lied and toyed with me, right?" He was silent for a few seconds and then impatiently said: "What did you lie to me about?" "What else happened? I was just hanging out with friends. Miss, can you sympathize with me for once?" On the other end, Phan Nhat Oanh's voice rang out in a low voice urging. "Concentrate a little, otherwise I won't let you kiss me again."If you don't find out with your own eyes, Maybe I was stupid enough to think it was the girlfriend of one of his friends. I closed my eyes and said softly: "Let's stop here." There was a hint of anger in Quy Trach's voice. "You have to let me comfort you every time, just right. It's not like I didn't warn you in advance." "Do you have to act childish?!" In the end, tears still fell. I laughed softly. "You're right." "You're being childish." "Qui Trach, you and I are done here."4 Quy Trach was the one to hang up.

front machine. He smirked: "Okay, if you like to make trouble, go ahead." The sound of disconnection rang out on the phone, like raindrops hitting my heart. The whole body lost all strength, the phone fell on the table with a "thump" sound. I dried my tears, opened the computer and logged into the college application registration system. After reloading the page, the first aspiration became the China Academy of Fine Arts in Hang City. Hang City and Beicheng are more than a thousand kilometers apart. On Quy Trach's last birthday, he wished for God's blessing so that we could study at university in the same city. But now, he chooses to let me give this position to another girl. My fingers on the mouse suddenly trembled. After a while, I finally clicked on the edit wish button. Looking at the message "Last chance to edit", I clicked confirm. Turning off the computer, I started packing my things. My belongings are not much, clothes only fill a suitcase. I didn't touch the concert tickets he bought for next week, which were kept in a drawer. I used scissors to cut the photos we took together in half. Finally, when I went to the door to change my shoes, I turned my head to look at the living room once.