The Women's Counterattack
Episodes 17

It had been more than ten days that Van Ne had not met Ly Thanh Dam, suddenly seeing him today, he still felt a bit fuzzy. When he reacted, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have lost quite a bit of weight.

He was a little surprised, not understanding why he was paying attention to such a small detail. He subconsciously poked his nails and calmly replied, "Yes."

Ly Thanh Dam was unaware of his disorder, he asked: "Are you okay today?"

"Pretty good." Van Ne remembered Tuong Du, who sat on the bus with him every night and wanted to ask if it was arranged by him, but then he was afraid of his own illusions. After thinking for a while, he still did not mention it.

"You didn't tell the police about the vocational school, did you?"

"No." Van Ne tilted his head to look at him: "How are you going to finish it?"

Ly Thanh Dam smiled and replied, "I'll tell you once I'm done with it."

"..."

The two did not speak for long. After classmate Van Ne finished the 800m run, the top five and three rolled onto the field. Ly Thanh Dam's class also called him to focus.

He replied, then turned to Van Ne: "Then I will return first."

He nodded, saying nothing more.

After the PE class ended, Van Ne and Phuong Mieu walked past the basketball court. Ly Thanh Dam was sitting on a chair in the corner of the football field, diagonally to the door.

He tilted his head to drink water, his throat protruding, the lines from his neck to his jaw were neat and clear.

There were two female friends pushing each other to sit on the empty chair next to her. He suddenly stood up as if frightened.

His actions and appearance were equally unexpected.

Van Ne could not help but bow his head and laugh, Phuong Mieu suspiciously asked: "What are you laughing at?"

He stopped laughing, didn't look there anymore, shook his head and said, "Nothing."

Van Ne and Phuong Mieu went to dinner outside the school.

On his way home, he stopped at the grill where he worked part-time. This time he was injured, had to suspend tutoring and work here.

His hand was injured, for a while it had not healed yet, definitely unable to work on the grill anymore. Moreover, after Van Lien Phi learned that he did not approve of his part-time job at night, Van Ne decided to stop by today and ask for a leave of absence.

It was dark and there were not many customers in the restaurant. The landlady saw that she wanted to resign, even though she made some complaints, she still paid her full salary.

Van Ne also felt very guilty, intending to ask his owner to cut some money.

The landlady said: "Come, you've been hurt so far, I can't cut your pay. Be careful in the future."

"Thank you, Aunt Duong."

The landlady waved her hand and replied, "OK, you should come back soon, I'm busy."

He had just walked out of the restaurant when he saw Phuong Mieu, who was waiting by the roadside, running past: "What's up, have you received your salary?"

"I got it." Van Ne sighed softly: "Mrs house is very nice, she doesn't cut her money, but she doesn't say anything."

"It's okay." He pulled Van Ne's hand out of habit, and as soon as he touched it, he saw Van Ne almost rubbing it.

He exclaimed, "Geez, I forgot your hand was hurt, are you okay?"

Van Ne sighed and replied, "It's okay, let's go."

Phuong Mieu was afraid to touch her, so he went to the right: "Is it okay for you to stay home alone? Otherwise, tell me, I'll stay at your house at night."

Van Ne smiled and replied, "No need, I can take care of it myself."

They both laughed and came back. While crossing the street, Phuong Mieu accidentally saw a young man among the crowd, he was wearing a Tu Trung uniform, with wounds on both cheeks and corners of his mouth.

He was about to show Van Ne, but when he turned around, the figure disappeared.

Van Ne asked: "What's wrong?"

"I just saw a boy friend give you a basket of fruit." Phuong Mieu frowned: "But when I turned around, I was nowhere to be seen."

"What?" Seeing him say that, Van Ne also turned his head to look at the crowd.

Phuong Mieu stopped looking and said: "But it's okay. I saw him wearing Tu Trung's uniform. A person with such a face could not help but become famous there, let me ask you about it."

"OK."

...

Grade 12, division 2 there is an English exam in the evening, they have to sit for three periods of self-study. Van Ne was lucky that his left hand was injured.

After class, Phuong Mieu helped her put things in her bag and said, "Let's go."

Since the student was hit outside the school, Phuong Mieu's family arranged for the driver to pick him up every day, only his house and Van Ne's house were in two different directions.

Previously, he had offered to take Van Ne home, but he refused.

As the two walked out of the school gate, Van Ne walked towards the bus stop. A few nights ago, when Van Ne arrived at the bus station, Jiang Yu was already standing there.

But he's not coming tonight.

Winter nights are darker than other seasons. Ly Thanh Dam was wearing a black tree at the bus stop, his right hand was in his pocket, his other hand was left outside, his fingertips were red from the cold.

He was looking down at his phone, his long, empty neck making others feel cold when looking at him.

Maybe he noticed something, Van Ne didn't even approach him, he raised his fist staring at him, then put the phone in his pocket.

"Friends." When speaking, the mouth breathes.

Van Ne pressed on and moved forward, where he was now, wanting to ask something but not knowing how to ask.

When the car arrives, Ly Thanh follows it to the car.

This time in the car without many people, Van Ne and him sat in the number two seat. The street scene outside the window suddenly flashed, the cake was covered with paper lines.

He took off the gauze and rubbed it on his finger, his nails took a while to ask: "Young friend Jiang Yu, are you protecting him?"

Lng Thanh did not deny: "I'm worried that vocational schools won't cause problems with you. After all, the last time when they were evaluating--" Kata, n, his daughter Diem. Somebody, we're in trouble. "

Ever since Van Ne had an accident, Ly Thanh has unceasingly regretted his involvement in today's Chung Diem affair.

If he's a little faster today, I have the school gate in front of him, or if he gets the text early.

But if I have so many "If" above, then why is there such unrelenting hatred and so many tears?

...

Van Ne said: "You touched me for me."

Ly Thanh laughs.n n b tht rt p, p n n t t p n n t t t all these mi ths become ordinary: "You tell me n, how are you."

Van Ne opened his mouth, stopped c.

"As if you were." He said so.

Ly Thanh let out a cold snort, then turned around and did not look at him. Like time, Van Ne felt that he had love and innocence.

He said nothing, turned around and looked out the window, a faint smile on his lips.

When the car stopped for the third time, Van Ne and Ly Thanh went down one after another. By 00:00, there were very few people in front of the gate and c.

Van Ne asked Ly Thanh what kind of.

He put his hand in his coat pocket, did not immerse his head in his collar, his face was sharp: "I'll take a cab home."

"Your house?"

Ly Thanh said his only home, but after thinking about it, let's propose: "I live in Chiang Du's place, right near Tam Trung."

"Please note about me, safe note." Van Ne thought again, then continued: "Now that I don't study anymore at night, I will go home after school. I'm sure there won't be any problems."

These words for later you don't need me to talk about anymore

He was afraid Ly Thanh would think too much when explaining: "I just saw him running back and it's a bit complicated, there's still time left."

"Not."

"Gk?"

"Not for the umpteenth time." Ly Thanh said: "Wait a while, at least when everything is settled, then I can be sure."

Van Ne felt very satisfied, but the atmosphere again became strangely unusual. He rubbed his face with his hands, flatly saying: "So .. Then you come back to me, remember to be careful."

"I know ri, I want to come to you."

"YES."

Ly Thanh Van Ne entered the residential area and then turned around and looked towards the taxi. After getting into the car, he sent a message to Jiang Yu.

[This way, I'll move in with you.]

Think quick repback.

[What? The matter with you has failed so you want me to have no place to seek my salvation?]

"..."

[Do you want this, I've made you look after you * Sunken face*]

[I slept on the couch, feeling]

[*:) *]

...

Van Ne returned home, went out and sat at the table to pay the bills, which he received today. He was constantly distracted by other things.

It took half an hour to complete the calculation without completion for several minutes.

Tomorrow is Saturday. He lost two previous tutoring sessions to injury. Trinh Van Hoa finds out about his accident through Dong Van. The nurse was not Lu Thanh, but asked Duong Van to buy her a tonic.

Van Ne called Trinh Van Hoa during the day to say that he could teach Tong Chi on Saturday.

Cheng Yunhua asked him a few questions, saying that it was not urgent to learn more. But Van Ne thought about it in the end, so he still made a definite decision.

At this moment, after Van Ne finished counting, he took out the tutoring materials for Tong Chi and saw the progress of learning the previous day.

He sat down to write, about to give me a drink, when the QQ message appeared.

Written by Ly Thanh m.

[Sleeping well senior.]

Van Ne glanced at him for a bit, then also left a good night message. But after sending it, he could not write any more words.

He wrote a few lines and then fell asleep.

The next morning, Van Ne rarely overslept. When she was exposed to the sun in her room, she woke up and dreamed of skin on her face.

Seeing the lake was 10:30, this morning was too early but early too late.

He sat in the book, I didn't go to the gate of the residential area until 11am to eat a bowl of noodles, then went to the bus station to start from the Song family.

Trinh Van Hoa and his wife work together, only two brothers.

Tng Chi had just completed the test weeks before the week. While Tong Chi worked, Van Ne could watch weekly exams for him.

The room was silent, only the rustling of a pen rubbing against the paper.

Open the door and outside the chatter flows into the ties. Tong Chi stopped writing and said: "Like Mr. Thanh, I will go out and look."

Van Ne does not press: "I i i."

The window opened, Tong Chi adjusted it, another small gap. Van Ne heard Tng Chi calling him "Anh Thanh", then saw him saying "Yes".

He had a pen, his eyes fixed on the page. Letters and numbers were alternating, but he could not put the meaning together.

A few moments later, with the user logged in.

Van Ne is back, Ly Thanh's window, wearing a white shirt and colored sweatpants. The collar is rather wide, revealing the collarbone.

He still looked as lazy as before, calling him: "Senior."

Van Ne pressed back. Song Zhi returned home, slipped next to her, and wanted to close the door first: "My brother left me, you learned."

Ly Thanh narrowed his eyes, recorded the little girl and said: "Kids."

Medium shining, shrinking beyond sound.

Van Ne's high school sighed, putting aside his thoughts, continuing to train in class.

He took some lessons, so he purposely taught an extra hour today, helped Tong Chi complete all the math tests, and then came back.

In winter, it's dark earlier, it's only 6, but it's already n.

As Van Ne left the room, Ly Thanh sat down to watch the shadow competition with Tong Nghiao. He heard the window open and looked up: "Done?"

"YES."

He said: "You called outside, I'm done."

He subconsciously wanted to refuse: "No need."

"I called four people." Ly Thanh took the legend to see: "Just a few minutes away. If you're busy, you can hold it in your hand."

When he said this, Van Ne was also afraid to decline further: "Thank you."

He chuckled, "Nothing."

I was in the room listening to the situation and ran out to have Van Ne look at the Ly exam for me: "Second, I would ask any friend.

This reason sounds a relief. Van Ne did not think much, following the girl into the room.

Having just finished writing the sentence, Ly Thanh entered the call window. Van Ne stopped the pen and said: "Eat first, keep giving it to me later."

"Yes." Yeah."

Van Ne really didn't want to, so he was very slow.

On the table, especially Song Yao and Tong Chi quarreling, in the light test Ly Thanh would press back a few sentences. He looked towards Van Ne, saw that he had a few bowls of chicken soup and fell in front of him.

Van Ne got up, but he couldn't see any more singing.

After half an hour of eating, Ly Thanh and Tong Nghieu cleared the table, while Tong Chi took the exam to the living room, watching TV while copying.

At 8, Van Ne had just left the Song family home.

Ly Thanh is comfortable to drive, but still driveable. Before I search: "If you get home, SMS me."

Van Ne nodded.

I get the milk box from in ti ra and he: "I think it's too dark, please hold it vertically."

"Thank you." Van Ne took it. Previously, milk cartons had always been on his chest, so slightly, their fingers touched each other.

His eyelids twitched, he unnaturally looked away: "I saw me first."

"OK." Code Ly Thanh as if oblivious to nothing, put his hand in his shirt pocket, and wait until his car slides before he leaves.

Above, Ly Thanh received a conversation. After listening to others, he did not have a great response, then removed the pressure: "Then they came."

...

By way of.

I am very few people who live between classes, which I drink water or I protect are born calm.

In the afternoon, at the end of two hours of math class, Van Ne crawled to the table to make up for it. He was sleepy, hearing the phone ringing in the desk drawer.

He was completely sleepy, sleeping straight for the next period. He temporarily kept the phone, when he didn't notice, took it out to look.

[Ly Thanh m: sister.]

[Ly Thanh m: Tonight after school, we will go from the gate to the North.]

Tam Trung faces North, turning South. The South Main Gate with and Tu Trung. North Port a little further. Except for biological knowledge and teachers who live on the left, most students move south.

Come to think of it, ask if something is wrong, the English teacher will pay attention here, he will answer it later.

Today, after school, Ly Thanh is the same every day, takes his car to the gate n residential area, then gets lost.

Van Ne discussed with him that it was not him about ordinary days, Ly Thanh opened your mouth, but there was no need to wait.

Even if he doesn't work, he will randomly ask if anyone at the vocational school has complicated things, or he can handle the transfer.

After a long time, Van Ne asked again, thinking he wouldn't do it.

Before school ended, Luu Nghi Hai called Van Ne.

Luu Nghi Hai: "This version has a scene calling out to a teacher. They temporarily did not know about the female student who bullied me. Near me, the girls were terrified.

"Yes I know."

Luu Hai's resolution repeated a few stories before saying, "OK, I'll be right back."

"Thank you, Mr. Liu."

"Em, you."

When Van Ne left the classroom, the 12th-grade building was still empty. Class is looking for the bottom of the officer. He remembered Ly Thanh's words, I went upstream towards the North Gate, suddenly meeting him again.

My sister was so fast, I just saw a familiar.

"Ly Thanh - m." Van Ne called back. At that moment, the phone in his pocket shook, he took it out to take a look.

That guy called you.

When Van Ne replied, the owner sat down and explained: "Teacher called me back to talk, so it's still morning."

He's holding "Yes" a voice.

"Next time I'll tell you." He covered his clothes, subconsciously speaking in a voice to his disciples: "Why are we returning from the North Gate today? Am I driving?"

"YES." He just pressed one word back, like a child.

Van Ne laughed.

Waiting for the gate, Ly Thanh immediately went to the street. Van Ne also noticed, seeing him pick up a colored insurance shirt in his hand the location of a motorcycle of the same color.

He had just turned around, and he put his helmet back on his waist, lowering his eyes to help him adjust the straps.

The teenager lowered her eyes, long eyelashes blurred the emotions in her eyes, lifeless fingers touching her chin, cool.

He's shrinking.

Ly Thanh washed his eyes and asked: "Cut?"

"No." Van Ne calmed down to catch his breath.

He smiled, one of the panels lowered the protective glass on the lid, then turned to get into the car, putting one foot down r: oh.

Van Ne was sitting on top, his legs were good, but he didn't know his hands.

Ly Thanh didn't do anything to you, nor did he turn around and say: "Take my clothes, or I'll fall, I don't care."

"..."

Van Ne clamped down on his jacket and said sadly, "OK."

It was as if he was dreaming of his laughter amidst the sound of "Rom".

Ly Thanh does not drive too fast, but still saves more time than waiting for a car. Van Ne got out of the car, covered himself, looked at his messy head and ears that were swollen from the cold, and returned his clothes.

But he didn't me, hung it to a hand drive, watt shivering cold wind.

A few days later, Ly Thanh drove Van Ne home. But starting the next day, don't know he found another helmet.

On the last Saturday, the day before Christmas, it unfortunately fell on Lan Thanh. Van Ne was still teaching Tong Chi Nhu earlier, while he accidentally heard him update the story of Ly Thanh Dam.

He couldn't help but ask: "What ...your birthday?"

M. A natural image like Mr. Thanh doesn't celebrate birthdays much. Last year he was y n n n n n. I don't know how he managed it today. "

"Vi." Van Ne closed his eyes, not knowing what to think.

The next day, Phuong Mieu took Van Ne for a walk. As I passed the high-end fashion window, Phuong Mieu came to buy, and Van Ne stood beside him at will.

In the competition booth there is a colored product set consisting of three items, namely neck tissue, hands and hats.

He saw her for a moment. Phuong Mieu finished paying, turned around and saw no one, then ran back to: "What's the matter?"

Van Ne regained consciousness and applied: "Nothing at all."

Today, I walked all the way and in the darkness, Ms. and Phuong Mieu entered the small alley of Ma Lat Thang *. After finishing, the two men went to Phuong Mieu bus terminal first.

(* Malat thang is a famous Chinese street food, originated in Sichuan.)

He got into the car, opened the window and said, "I'll be back first, see you tomorrow."

Van Ne laughed outside: "See you tomorrow."

Waiting for the car to leave me, he saw his car stop in front of his eyes, but there was still room. After a while, he ran back to the previous store.

The three-piece set is still in place.

Van Ne breathed a sigh of relief and lowered him.

When paying, the cashier smiled and asked: “You gave it to your girlfriend?

He denied: "It's okay, just put it in my pocket."

In the shop window, Van Ne collapsed on a street corner, recalling what the store clerk had just said, feeling like he was.

(* Means having trouble solving.)

He rubbed his face and breathed.

Think of it as a thank you gift for my recent arrangement.

...

christmas is thisihai, the new year is near. The school held a conference during a flag-raising ceremony about the incident.

Click on the whole problem at school n, home and also the relationship n relationship with the outside.

The conference lasted for a long time, only the last half of the period ended. Van Ne and Phuong Mieu merge into a c.

When he came out of the operating yard, someone suddenly pulled his shirt.

Van Ne is back.

Ly Thanh rarely wears winter clothes, chest buckles are open, and the shirt inside is still innate. My sister started to her, saying, "I'm busy tonight."

Van Ne vividly remembered that today was his birthday, he could gather without much thought, so he pressed on: "It's okay. I'm riding in my own car.". "

He turned to look at the song, paused for a moment, thought again, and finally did not remind: "If you go anywhere, SMS me."

"OK."

Van Ne looked at him from afar, forever drawn by Phuong Mieu before he regained consciousness: "Why are the juniors looking for you again?"

"You have a job tonight, don't go home alone."

Phuong Mieu Control:: Today's version is Christmas, what you can busy. Isn't that the sister I dated? "

Van Ne froze and pressed: "Obviously not."

"It's very hard to talk about. Otherwise, why not be busy before, n holidays like this are busy." Phuong Mieu's shadow flew further and further: "Choose the boy to look at the mountain?"

"..." - ".Van Ne couldn't help but laugh: "No, today is your birthday, I must have gathered or something."

"Why didn't you invite her?"

"What should I do, I know you as a friend."

Phuong Mieu: "That means we don't want to introduce you to our friends."

Van Ne was brainwashed by her, and when she calmed down, she said: "Their multiple considered it nonsense, you and I were just friends."

Phuong Mieu was born and was naturally incredulous.

Van Ne gave up and did not want to mention this again, because of any words: "OK, I will stop, for now."

A day drifting, probably enjoyed with a festive atmosphere, so the whole class is also excited.

The night automatically learns, the whole class turns on the movie. Van Ne touched the paper bag inside the briefcase, under the dim light, he sighed.

I may have done as many as two people, so she felt a bit strange sitting alone and getting into her own car v.

Apparently, he had spent many years alone before. Just a few short days and it feels different now.

Van Ne inevitably exclaimed, habits are the most feared thing.

So, he remembered Ly Thanh's words before I took out my phone and sent him a message of peace.

He answered well.

Van Ne appeared, no longer imagining other things.

In the middle of winter, last season's snow covered the entire city. However, after a few days, there was only a small amount of white left at the end of the alley.

When school was over, this was the first day of school, Van Ne prepared a heat pack and put it inside for protection. When he looked down at the lake, it was only a few minutes until 0:00.

He held the phone, repeatedly unlocking the button. Finally having 30 seconds left before danger number 12, he opened the chat box in the list, sending a message.

[Happy birthday.]

Ny messages are like missing points, no answers.

Van Ne turned off the phone on the table. In the quiet room there was no n, only the glittering light from above outside the window was left. Like snow falling, a cold wind howled.

Before I went to sleep, he thought of a gift that had not been given, and closed his eyes as he tried the latter.

He couldn't sleep well, dreaming like the wind coming in from the window, the wind roaring like a cry, I could feel the breath.

He had a nightmare, a figure following the exit of a ten thousand feet high cliff, jumped down, all his thoughts extinguished.

The chaos in the bright eyes woke the dream up.

Outside, the wind was still screaming, Van Ne wiped his face, the wall lights were competing, staring at the lake before his eyes, the trough.

The fear in the dream was still in front of my eyes. She shrank, she touched the pillow, her palms were sweaty.

The phone rings break the silence.

Morning and two-week calls are usually bad news. Van Ne pulled out his phone and saw that it was the checker number he knew before.

He heard.

My method told me over the phone that they suspected the group before attacking him and wanted him to go to the police. Their men in his hat.

After finishing the conversation, Van Ne did not stop, directly jumping onto his clothes in a hurry. The message he remembered had no sound of recovery, of restlessness.

The vehicle quickly alerts in front of the gate and c. He was still two positions grip before. Van Ne was sitting in the car.

The person directly in the security room caught a glimpse.

The sound of police cars pierced the clear sky.

Vehicle weight.

N previous warning