Chapter 82:

Face to face, looking at each other, Thanh Thu was cold: "What do you want to do?"

Holding a hair (my opinion is that if you hold a hair, you automatically think it's a stalk, so I write that to say it's a pile of hair ) soft in his hand, he brought it up to his nose to smell, inside the voice  jokingly, with a bit of attachment: "didn't do anything, it's just that it's rare that you don't see the guardian god walking by your side, so i just went to ask about it"

He always wanted to find opportunities to meet and talk to her privately, but every time he saw her, Quoc Minh was always beside him.

Every day when he saw the person he liked, he couldn't leave with another person, his heart was aching and cold, he didn't accept to let go again.

There was no way back, Thanh Thu moved to the empty side, intending to get rid of his control, Canh Han did not let go, continued to stop her: "Talking to me makes you uncomfortable like  really?"

"Yes, if you already know then get out of my way quickly, I still have work to do"

He laughed, his eyes dark: "When I'm alone with you like this, do you think I'll be stupid enough to let you go?"

"Chen Han, I told you, I don't like you!"

"Why, why, if you haven't tried it, how do you know you won't like me?", red eyes angry, he loudly questioned, roughly squeezed her chin, controlled, forced to kiss down.

Thanh Thu in a panic, following his force, banged his head with his head, Jing Han ate pain, staggered a few steps back, red blood flowed from his nose, he couldn't believe it, the pain was unbearable.  cover his nose: "why, why is that, I'm not inferior to that guy, I liked you before him, I met you before him, why didn't you choose me?"

Dropping a stack of petition papers scattered on the ground, Thanh Thu leaned her back against the wall, her white skin imprinted with handprints, her forehead flushed red, she shouted: "Jing Han, I warn you, if  If you still dare to do such actions to me, don't blame me for not being polite to you."

Looking at Thanh Thu's figure getting farther and farther away, Canh Han covered his face and laughed.

He was hated by her, now he hates him even more...

"Hero"

"What's wrong?", taking his eyes off the unfinished work, moved to Thanh Thu, Tong Quan Kiet stood up, quickly walked to her: "Who did it, is it Quoc Minh?"

With wet eyes, Thanh Thu covered her face and shook her head in frustration: "No, Quoc Minh has been gone for a long time, can you help me with one thing?".

Reciting love was once a friend, she did not want to make a big deal, moreover, this was not good at all, she did not want to worry about Song Quan Kiet.

"What?", what made Thanh Thu reveal this face, what is more important than her being bullied.

"Just now, I dropped a stack of class wishes papers in front of the tenth grade hallway, can you help me pick them up?", he must have left by now, but in order to avoid the worst, she still didn't.  should go back.

"Can you tell me what happened?"

"It's okay, can you help me?"

Song Quan Kiet stubbornly stared at her, finally, under Thanh Thu's pleading eyes, he gave up: "Okay, you sit here, let me ask the driver to come pick you up, what about some things?  That petition paper, I will go pick it up and give it to the homeroom teacher to help you."

"Thank you two"

Putting his hand on her head, he gently rubbed: "If there's really something wrong, don't be afraid to tell me, I'm your brother."

But I've done so much for you...

Arriving at the tenth block corridor, the hallway lights were all off, only the light of the fluorescent lights flickered in a few places, a figure squatting on the ground, sullen, slowly picking up each piece of paper,  very eye-catching, Tong Quan Kiet frowned and walked over: "why are you still here?".

It has not been determined whether this person is the one who left a mark on Thanh Thu's face, Tong Quan Kiet tried to ask.

Looking at Song Quan Kiet, Canh Han smiled faintly: "Did she ask you to come?"

Pupils constricted, Song Jun Kiet angrily grabbed Canh Han's collar and lifted it up: "You're the one who left the fingerprints on Thanh Thu's face, right?"

Canh Han was a little surprised, he thought, she told Song Jun Kiet, unexpectedly, she still didn't say anything.

Seeing that Canh Han was silent, there was still a little blood on his nose, Song Quan Kiet didn't need to ask any more, he punched Canh Han in the face, Canh Han fell to the ground: "I warn you, don't come back.  come near my sister one more time"

A little wet, lying on the ground, hair covering half of his face, Canh Han was unwilling: "It was Tran Hao before, now it's Quoc Minh..."

Staggeringly supporting the wall to stand up, Canh Han was somber: "why not always me?"

"Why do you ask?", the tall and tall Tong Quan Kiet scorned: "Just based on the fact that my sister doesn't like you, even if my sister chooses you, our family will not accept it".

"Because I'm a wild type, the child of a third person?", that's why you despise me, right?

"Whoever you are, my family will not accept Thanh Thu next to someone living in a chaotic family like yours."
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"Please stop here"

"Yes, ma'am."

Going a short distance, the driver slowly pulled to the side of the road and stopped, the girl got out of the car, walked for a while, she stopped in front of a store.

Looking through the glass, the teenager inside was busy working, there was also Tran Hao, Ha My, and a teenager named Dang Khoa.

But now, in her eyes, she only sees him...

Feeling that someone was looking at him, Quoc Minh turned his head to look outside, made eye contact, he smiled, hurriedly mixed and pushed the glass of water into Tran Hao's hand.

"Thanh Thu, why did you come here?"

"Of course I want to see you"

Feeling a strange place, Quoc Minh probed from head to toe, because the place where she was standing was too dark, and was also obscured by his back shadow, so he couldn't clearly see the traces on her face, Quoc Minh in his heart was surprised.  Anan did not find anything strange, he hugged her in his arms: "I also want to see you, come in and sit down."

Thanh Thu shook her head slightly, she tiptoed around his neck.

Touching her soft lips lightly, Quoc Minh was taken aback.

The bamboo shoot moves, Thanh Thu is like eating food, gnawing bit by bit, on the lips transmits a burning sensation that stimulates the nerves, Quoc Minh is tense and does not dare to move, just let Thanh Thu roll freely.  confused.

Not receiving a response, Thanh Thu disgruntled biting a few times.

The feeling of disgust had not yet been dispelled, she kept trying to want a little more...

Just a little more...

"Thanh Thu, are you okay?", hands on Thanh Thu's shoulders, Quoc Minh was worried.