Chapter 1 — Whose Seat Belongs To

As soon as I squeezed into the first row of the concert, I saw a boy about ten years old sitting on my chair. I patted his shoulder: "Little brother, you're in the wrong seat, this is my chair." It glanced at me with disdain, didn't bother to answer, and was still busy taking pictures. I had to emphasize my voice and repeat it again. At this time, his mother pushed her way forward, raised her hand to push me away: "What are you yelling at? You're scaring my child!" I held up the ticket in my hand: "Sister, this is my seat. Please tell your child to return to the right seat." She put her hands on her hips, her voice was louder than the stage speakers: "It's just a chair! My son is a big fan, can't he sit a little closer to his idol? Since you're an adult, you should be a little more generous and let him go, shouldn't you?" "You're still young, but why are you so petty! Don't have any compassion at all!" I laughed coldly, pointing at the ticket in her son's hand. "You have such compassion, why don't you buy a front row ticket for your child to sit on, again? let him take the ticket to the top of the stage to take someone else's seat?"... The woman's face immediately turned red like a pig's liver. She grabbed my hand, pointing at the ticket stub, and aggressively threw it away. "What kind of things is this girl talking about? Don't you know how difficult it is to buy tickets in the front row? Tieu Vu, my family, can't even eat this concert! Now it's so difficult to sit here, do you have to chase her away to be satisfied? ah!” Her voice was high-pitched, causing many people around to turn and look. The boy named Tieu Vu, probably about eleven or twelve years old, saw his mother stand behind him, making him even more arrogant. He made a bad face at me, then bounced his butt hard on the chair as if rubbing it on purpose, his eyes full of provocation: "I'm not going anywhere! This chair is mine now!" I looked at its shiny face and my stomach flipped. I won this ticket, not to pursue my idol, but because of my stupid younger brother - Co Hoai. Today is his first performance at a stadium of thousands of people. As his only relative, I must be present. This seat, area A, row 1, number 1, in the middle of the stage, is the position that it used my personal information to lock before tickets were even opened for public sale. It said: "You must sit there, the first person I want to see is you." I looked at the unreasonable mother and daughter pair in front of me, a big lump in my chest. "I repeat again, this is my place. Please leave, you two." My voice turned cold. The woman named Giang Lam crossed her arms in front of her chest, clearly intending to act like a scoundrel. "I'm not going, what can you do to me? If you have the skills, call the security guard! If you see the security guard coming, he will listen to you or listen to me!" She seemed to have seen through everything in life. "Everyone knows, these kinds of things will eventually be calmed down, the only loser is those who don't have power like you." As soon as she finished speaking, two uniformed guards rushed in. came. "What's going on? This is the VIP area in the yard, please don't be noisy." Giang Lam immediately changed his face to a pitiful look, pointing his finger to accuse me: "Security, quickly look at this person! My child is a big fan of Co Hoai, still young, just wanted to sit a little closer to the idol, but she insisted on chasing him away! And scolded us for not being able to buy tickets, being poor!" "Look at my child being scared to cry by her!" She squeezed hard. Tieu Vu's arm, the boy immediately screamed and cried bitterly. The eyes of everyone around me immediately turned to me, full of scrutiny and reproach. "If you're still young, why bother with a child?" "That's right, looking at her dressed normally like that, she probably bought a ticket on the black market for free, where are the seats different?" "Girls these days, don't have any compassion for others."

"The security guard obviously felt that this was just a small matter, looking at me with a bit of impatience in his voice. "Can you look at this and change places with the boy? Or can we help you find an empty seat nearby?" I sneered: "My ticket is area A, row 1, number 1, where are you going to find me?" Based on what? Just because the boy is young and knows how to cause trouble, is it okay?" The security guard was speechless when I asked him, his face looked a bit ugly. Seeing this, Giang Lam became even more proud: "Did you hear that?" Even the security guard said so! What else do you want? Do you want to make a fuss and lose everyone's face?" I didn't pay attention to her, I took out my phone and dialed a call. The phone only rang once and was picked up. "Hello, sister?"