The Women's Counterattack
Episodes 10

At that moment, the two of them were taking the elevator to the floor.

Song Yao hugged the skateboard on her waist, hesitating for a long time before speaking: "Sister, do you still remember me?"

"Huh what?" Van Ne turned his head to look at him, the tense teenage expression speechless.

Song Yao pursed her lips and asked, "During the summer holidays, we met at the police station. Do you remember?"

OH.

Van Ne still remembered, so he nodded and replied, "I remember, what's wrong."

Song Yao scratched her head and said in a very low voice: "My family didn't know about it, I still hid it from them, so ..."

The meaning was very clear, Van Ne did not discuss further, but simply replied: "I know, I won't say it."

Song Yao sighed in relief: "Then ... Thank you." Thank you."

"No."

...

Second, having to go back to school, most of the classmates were still immersed in the echoes of the holiday that had just ended, in the classroom, everyone was out of focus.

Last night, Van Ne worked part-time at a barbecue restaurant and just got home late last night. As soon as he entered the classroom, he crawled to the table to make up for it. He slept so soundly that teacher Van lifted the book above his head without even realizing it.

Most of the subject teachers understood roughly the situation of his family.Seeing that, they did not say anything more, waiting for the self-study class asked Phuong Mieu to wake him up.

Phuong Mieu gave Van Ne a box of cow's milk, anxiously saying: "Is it too difficult for you to work part-time at the grill?"

"It's okay, I'm not usually busy." Van Ne rubbed his sore eyes, tilting his head back, feeling that the whole person was uncomfortable.

"Then pay attention to yourself, if it's not good then rest."

"YES."

"That's right, Liu Haoyu had the subject of high jump and weightlifting to go to the training stadium in the self-study period the first Tuesday and Thursday nights."

Van Ne sat down, sighing: "... Can't go?"

Phuong Mieu bit the straw, shook his head and replied, "No."

Sports festivals cover many categories, some of which are professional and difficult. Schools are afraid of accidents, so it will set sports teachers to take the lead for a while.

Van Ne and Phuong Mieu were in two different categories, after arriving at the stadium, the two separated. High jump located in the southeast of the stadium, many people came to the open field.

Among them were boys and girls, from the tenth grade to the twelfth grade.

At about six or seven, it wasn't too dark. The stadium had several towering lights shining, everything around it was clearly visible.

Van Ne chose a corner to stand on, took out the folded exam paper in his pocket, and examined every sentence in his head.

Ly Thanh Dam passed in front of him three times without him noticing.

For the last time, he stopped, dodging his shadow, his figure blocking some of the light from the exam paper.

Van Ne raised his head.

Ly Thanh Dam stood two steps away from him, he was wearing a spacious white T-shirt, holding a uniform in his hand. The light from the lamp next to him made him appear tall and skinny.

He slowly walked over and asked, "What makes you so focused on watching?"

"A test." Van Ne put down the paper: "Why are you here? Don't you have self-study lessons at night?"

"Are you not like that?"

Van Ne looked at him and replied, "I'll practice."

Oh" He reacts as if he just found out: "Sports festival?"

"YES."

"What category are you applying for?"

Van Ne: "High jump, 800m woman run."

"true peak." Ly Thanh Dam laughed: "You know how to jump high?"

"..." - ".Van Ne still looked at him indifferently, he replied: "If I had known, I wouldn't be here."

Ly Thanh Dam turned his head and laughed, not saying much.

Van Ne stood shoulder to shoulder with him, looking into the distance. When night falls, the sky is like a black curtain hanging to emphasize a good game.

Moments later, a self-study bell rang outside the stadium.

At this point, Van Ne seemed to be recalling something, opening his mouth to ask: "Are you here to train as well?"

Ly Thanh Dam replied: "Yes."

Van Ne asked back and forth: "So, what category did you list?"

At that moment, a rally whistle sounded in the distance. Ly Thanh Dam put down the phone, used his hand to describe the running motion to gain momentum and then jumped: "Like you."

"OH."

"Let's practice together."

...

The sports teacher briefly discusses the four steps in the high jump, then asks each student present to jump once in a beam sequence.

Suddenly, a short groan sounded around.

"Thank you?"

"We haven't danced yet."

Truong Dat laughed and said: "You have to dance to find out where your problems lie. Just listen to me, what's the point, you have to practice. Here, starting from 12th grade."

Van Ne did not fully understand the process, when everyone had finished marching, there was only one friend left in front of him.

I don't know when Ly Thanh Dam went to his side, stood with his arms crossed and said: "At first, don't run too fast, don't stretch when jumping or it will fall easily."

"Do you know how to dance?" Van Ne turned around to look at her.

As the two stood close together, the difference in height between Ly Thanh Dam and him became apparent. She looked at him: "It's okay, I've danced before."

Van Ne sighed: "I've never jumped high before."

Ly Thanh Dam smiled and said: "Usually, no one wants to play high jump."

"..."

The lady friend standing in front of Van Ne danced twice. When it came to his turn, Ly Thanh looked down and reminded: "You lost your shoelaces,"

"Huh? Oh, thank you." Van Ne tied his shoelaces properly and stood at the starting line, thinking of the four points the gym teacher had just said.

Run for momentum. Small problem.

Jump around

He suddenly stopped in front of the crossbar, his entire body hitting the crossbar with inertia, causing it to fall to the ground, he also had to grab one of the beams to be able to stand.

It is true that we are confused.

Ly Thanh Dam stood at the back looking clearly, he could not help but bow his head and laugh.

It seemed that Van Ne felt something, turning to look over here. He immediately stopped laughing, then used his finger to describe his running and jumping movements.

He did not say anything, turned around to roll up his sleeves and began to try a second time.

The result is still the same.

Ly Thanh Dam laughed until his face was numb, raised his hand to pinch a few times, then went around to pat Van Ne's shoulder: "Senior."

"What?" His face was slightly red, unsure if it was due to the heat or from embarrassment.

"Are you free after school tomorrow afternoon?"

"I don't know, maybe." Van Ne turned to look at him and asked, "What's wrong?"

"You go to the stadium, I'll teach you to jump high."

Van Ne felt it was very inappropriate, so he said: "No need, I will keep teaching."

"I feel there are so many, can you teach everyone one by one?" Ly Thanh Dam looked at him, his jet-black eyes sparkling: "As a thank you for helping me solve that problem."

Van Ne was about to say something, but he spoke first: "Just like, tomorrow afternoon after school, I'll be waiting for you here."

After saying that, he immediately turned around and returned to the ranks of the 11th grade.

From Ne: "..."

...

The next afternoon, Phuong Mieu also invites you to the stadium to practice weightlifting. After school, Van Ne brought his cell phone to go there.

There is only one high jump field.

The man, wearing a black and white basketball jersey, ran with momentum, jumped, crossed the crossbar and landed. The entire process was as smooth as flowing water, its figure was like a beautiful parabola.

There was loud cheering all around.

Ly Thanh Dam jumped down from the mattress, picked up the water bottle Jiang Yu gave him, put the lid on and drank it. Looking at Van Ne at a glance, he closed the lid and walked towards him.

"Senior sister."

He answered flatly, looking around: "How do we train with so many people?"

"We don't need to use this area today."

"What?"

Ly Thanh Dam held the water bottle with one hand and said, "Train running and gain momentum first."

Van Ne fully complied with his arrangements.

Ly Thanh Dam found a running track in the form of a red bow and had Van Ne run along that bend: "Usually, you only need to run ten steps. At first, you can take a few steps back. Just try to run.to find the feeling first."

"Just run like that?"

"YES." Ly Thanh Dam crouched down on one side, pointing: "As you run, count, from one end to the other should not take more than fifteen steps."

After running back and forth seven or eight times, Van Ne felt a little suspicious that Ly Thanh Dam was teasing him. Just running like that, can't you run and flower?

His motor cells were inherently not good, after he ran back and forth for a while, his breathing became irregular. He leaned over, placed his hands on his knees, panting.

Ly Thanh Dam's white sneakers appeared before his eyes.

He crouched down, placed his hands on his knees, raised his head slightly to look at it, held out the water bottle in his hands: "Can you continue to train? Drink water."

The water bottle was screwed, Van Ne took it, straightened up, took a sip or two and said, "Thank you."

Ly Thanh Dam stood up and followed him, his figure blocking his eyes, partially blocking the sunset, and some sunlight shining down on the end of his hair.

He waited for Van Ne to breathe flat, then said, "Let's go."

"What?" Van Ne asked: "Don't practice?"

"Just come here today." Ly Thanh Dam walked across the grass next to him to pick up his uniform jacket and water bottle, then turned to look at Van Ne: "Have you eaten?"

"Not yet."

He put his uniform shirt on his shoulder, stood there lazily, and said casually: "Then, remind me, can I invite you to dinner tonight?"