The Women's Counterattack
Episodes 11

Van Ne was pulled out by the Ly Thanh Dam from a small alley, staggered over ten meters. From beginning to end, he never let go of her hand. The cold palm of the hand was close to his wrist, slowly catching the heat.

The edge of his hat obscured most of his sight. He lowered his head to look at the collapsed shadow on the ground, and his heartbeat followed.

In the alley outside the alley was like two worlds.

Beyond the sea of humans poured out, the setting sun covered the sky and covered the earth. Inside the dirty and torn, countless evils with catastrophic germs proliferated and spread in the dark corners.

Van Ne and Ly Thanh Dam stand on the corner.

At the end of the alley not far from the police car park. The police lights flickered like sharp swords, tearing apart the false and empty serenity outside, the unrest and chaos hidden within.

The audience surrounded each layer, layer by layer. It has nothing to do with me, everyone is always very interested.

Ly Thanh Dam averted his gaze, turned his gaze to his hand, and asked in a low voice, "Is this the gift you prepared for Tong Chi?"

"What?" Van Ne seemed to have just regained his spirit, and also lowered his head to look: "Bought it before. Can you help me give it to her?"

He extended his hand to her.

"What did you buy?" Ly Thanh Dam picked it up and casually asked the question.

Van Ne: "Pulpen. I don't know what to give the little girl any better."

"Very good. His handwriting was so bad, he had to practice." Ly Thanh Dam raised his hand to put the hat on his head, the brim of the hat covering his face.

He turned to look at the alley again, then turned to face Van Ne and said, "Do you still not want to go to your night self-study class? Come back."

"Yes, I'll be back first. Can you help me wish Tong Chi a happy birthday?"

He said "Yes" once, thinking of something else: "That's right, I'll lend you my phone for a while."

Van Ne didn't think much, took out his phone from his pocket and gave it to him: "What's wrong?"

"Save a sequence of numbers." Ly Thanh Dam quickly dialed a series of numbers. After calling, he returned the phone to her: "I don't use QQ very often. In the future, if anything goes wrong, call me directly."

"OK."

"It's okay, you go back to school." Ly Thanh Dam waved the box in his hand: "I'll thank you for your gift on behalf of Tong Chi first."

He smiled and said, "There's no need to be polite."

Ly Thanh Dam said nothing more, stood on the spot and watched her get into the school, then turned to the bus stop.

...

Van Ne returned to class, back to school, when what was happening outside was transmitted to the school.

Phuong Mieu put down the phone, excitedly saying: "I heard Duong Di Van say that there are people fighting outside the school, the police also came. Did you see him outside?"

Van Ne's face did not change, he nodded: "So."

Are you a student of our school?"

Van Ne recalled the previous glance, the others were not wearing school uniforms either. As for the people on the land ...

The situation back then was too rushed, Ly Thanh Dam suddenly appeared, he did not see clearly. So he could only half guess and half confirm and say: "Maybe not. In recent years, few students have fought in Tam Trung."

"really. Then if we really are Tam Trung's students, we won't have a good life in the future." Phuong Mieu lamented: "With the personality of the other principal. Oh."

Van Ne opened the book, a little distracted.

After the night's self-study time was over, the students scattered to the schoolyard like a tide. Van Ne and Phuong Mieu led the car outside the school, he subconsciously looked through the small alley.

About what happened in the dark, the truth has been completely spread.

It was vocational school students who could not charge the "Protection Fee" of the next school student, so they pushed people into the alley to fight over the match.

If not for someone passing by and informing the police, perhaps the nature of the problem would have been worse and more serious.

Van Ne was happy, thinking about it but scared. Separated from Phuong Mieu at the intersection, he turned to go to the barbecue shop.

Perhaps because something like this had happened before, so the night barbecue business became much slower. Therefore, he was released from work early.

On the way back from cycling, Van Ne clearly felt that Lu Thanh's air temperature had dropped. In the cold night breeze, the hands and face are also cold to red.

Arriving at home, he took a shower. When I'm sitting at the desk doing homework, I'm always bothered by what happens at night.

Van Ne remembered that wobbly road.

The young man's back was tall and sturdy like a high wall, standing firmly in front of him, blocking the countless rain and wind because of him.

He ruffled his slightly wet hair, throwing out all the jumbled shadows in his mind, forcing himself to concentrate on his learning state.

The next day's Sports Festival continued as usual. It's just that now the main topic of conversation is not the match, but about the disaster that happened yesterday.

Some say that some hitmen escaped, not all of them were caught.

Those arrested, no matter what happens, will not admit that there are others. The beaten man also kept his mouth shut and refused to admit being beaten for not paying protection fees, only saying noisily because of a slight contradiction.

All kinds of versions of the battle were scattered, no matter what.

Phuong Mieu could not help but ask: "How are you? Since last night, your attention has been distracted. Did something happen?"

"none. Maybe it's been too exhausting lately." Van Ne took off his uniform jacket and asked Phuong Mieu to pin the number plate on the back of his shirt.

If not, then don't do it too. Now the last class, the heavy program, the time is not much. Until then, don't drag your body down." . You are reading in || TR ⁇ tr ⁇ en . ME ||

Van Ne "Yes" one voice: "I'll pay attention."

Phuong Mieu knew that there was no point in giving advice, saying nothing more, taking his clothes and walking to the side: "Do your best. If you really don't jump, go. Falling face down is so embarrassing and it won't be worth it."

"..."

Van Ne went into the player's position. The early autumn sun is not very harsh, but the rays are very bright. He turned his head to face the light, and saw a familiar figure in the crowd again.

Their eyes met in the air.

Ly Thanh Dam smiled at him, his lips moving. Not too far away, Van Ne clearly saw him saying come on. He slightly nodded, closed his eyes, and heaved a sigh of relief.

Although Van Ne had no experience with high jumping, the results of his previous attack training were considered effective, with no unintended consequences.

The competition ended, Phuong Mieu took his coat and ran over, smiling happily: "I just asked teacher, you are ranked 5."

Obviously, this result was unexpected. Van Ne was wearing a coat, subconsciously looking into the crowd, where a strange face appeared at first.

He lowered his head to tighten the zipper: "Let's go. Aren't you waiting for the 400m relay to start?"

"Ah, that's right. I almost forgot about the pepper!" Phuong Mieu very hurried to where he was present. Van Ne was pulled by him and ran slowly.

The wind blows from all four directions.

Ly Thanh Dam returned to the classroom tent, Jiang Yu retreated in an unsightly game situation, leaving: "Have you finished watching the seniors compete? How, is it above?"

Ly Thanh Dam recalled, not paying attention to say: "It's okay."

Jiang Yu leaned over to find a bottle of water in the suitcase next to her: "I asked about the fight yesterday afternoon. It was true that there were some people running, plus the person who was beaten did not even admit it. Cho so maybe in the end, they'll still use fights that cause social destruction as an excuse and then lock them in for a few days, the impact might not be great."

Speaking of this, Jiang Yu was still a little skeptical: "Are you really reporting it to the police?"

"Caught by chance." Ly Thanh Dam took a tangerine on the table and peeled it, not saying there was a second person there at the time.

Jiang Yu anxiously asked, "They haven't seen your face yet, have they?"

The other party's vocational school wasn't very good. Calling them bad students is not enough to be able to imagine those names. Ordinary students are often evasive, afraid to establish a relationship with them.

"Not sure." Ly Thanh Dam lowered his head to tear off the white veins on the tangerines, until it was clean to throw them into his mouth: "Just die slowly. Observe if there's a situation lately."

Jiang Yu was strong and rude: "Do you want me to invite the bodyguards for you?"

Ly Thanh Dam happily: "Not really."

Jiang Yu shrugged, her appearance arbitrary.

...

The women's 400m relay run was the last game of the morning.

Initially, Phuong Mieu was not good at running, let alone short distance races like this that required a big bounce.

"I really don't want to run anymore." Phuong Mieu's entire body hung on Van Ne's shoulder, panting: "I really want to live."

Van Ne supported him, thinking about 800m in the afternoon, his legs started to soften.

"Oh." He took a breath.

During the day, Phuong Mieu had no taste. Van Ne took her to class, I was too lazy to go out. He took the uneaten morning bread from his pocket and casually handled it throughout the afternoon.

The female students in the class were still chatting about the fight yesterday. Van Ne put on headphones, leaning over the table to make up for it.

The lunch break was about to end, Luu Nghi Hai came to class once, instructing everyone to go home early in the evening, not to wander outside.

Van Ne was shaken by Phuong Mieu: "Let's go, go to the gym."

He had not slept enough, his eyelids were covered by Phuong Mieu. The afternoon sun was slightly stronger, revealing even sleepy people.

More than 4 hours to start 800m test. Phuong Mieu and a few female students sat and played cards in the camp. He found a secluded spot, covered his face with his uniform, and slept until it was dark.

When I woke up again, more than an hour had passed. I don't know where Phuong Mieu went, the messy cards on the table were blown off to the ground.

Van Ne sat down slowly to regain his consciousness. People paced outside the tent, wherever they went, filled with laughter.

Suddenly he was too tired to talk. Burying their heads on the table, the whole person was in no mood.

It is not known how long it took, when the radio announced that the participants of the 800m princess went to the place of a roll call. Van Ne raised his head, got up and came out.

The sports festival has ended, not as exciting as it originally was. It sank with the western sun, somehow still a little quiet.

After Van Ne was present, Phuong Mieu ran off the field of play: "Why is it so fast that you already have a presence, didn't you say it started at 4 o'clock?"

"It looks like the other matches ended early, so everything was pushed forward." Van Ne wise