"Oh? Ho Thanh Doan, why isn't she with you?"
A male student behind Hong Manh spoke, pretending to look around.
"Don't say that, maybe she's somewhere, enjoying the love letter from Hoang Tuan." Another male student chimed in.
"Your eyes are sparkling like stars... Let me hear it, does it sound romantic?"
"Ha ha ha."
Hoang Tuan sat in his place, quietly listening to a few of them teasing about the content of the love letter that "He" had submitted to the teacher, even though the love letter was overly sentimental and not written by him.
But this time, he was the one being mocked.
It made him feel a bit uneasy...
The teasing of Hoang Tuan didn't last long; they exchanged a few words and then left.
This prevented Hoang Tuan from resisting the urge to stand up and give the bunch a few slaps.
"Forget it, let's focus on the important matter."
He quietly chewed his food, contemplating how to approach Hồ Thanh Đoan next.
Whether she was Nguyễn Hà Trang or not was an issue.
Hoang Tuan had to find out for sure...
Certainly, the group meals in the cafeteria weren't as delicious as the dishes his mother cooked.
Although in reality, eating like this allowed him to experience school life while he was still studying, he would choose if he could.
He still wanted to eat his mother's garlic noodles.
After finishing the meal.
Hoang Tuan returned to his dorm to rest.
This was easier for him to accept since fortunately, his roommates in the dormitory weren't among those who liked to bully him.
Except for a few students.
The minds of others were relatively normal, and they didn't make much fun of the "He" writing a love letter.
Perhaps for that matter.
Those male students were the only ones interested.
School life was always dull...
Whether in the past or now.
Hoang Tuan couldn't find joy in studying those subjects, so he could only sit at his desk and review all the knowledge he had learned but now had almost forgotten.
For those who didn't have the spirit of studying.
School life was tough.
As Hoang Tuan reminisced about his school life, he always thought that if he could go back to his student days, he would certainly learn from his mistakes, study diligently, and become an outstanding student that would astonish everyone.
But reality proved otherwise.
He hadn't been a diligent student back then.
Even if he did it again, the results remained the same.
In addition to not being focused in class.
What Hoang Tuan did the most was to look out the window, absentmindedly watching students doing physical education and playing on the field...
The school bell rang for the period to end, then rang again for the next period.
It stopped ringing and started ringing again.
Until the silent night fell.
The sky seemed covered with worries, the dry and hot air enveloped the students who were still in the evening supplementary class.
The fan seemed to be trembling and about to fall, hanging above.
The teacher stood on the podium, betting that he had definitely predicted the questions in the upcoming exam.
Starting with a raindrop falling on the window.
Gradually.
Today, it began to rain lightly, dampening every corner of the school, leaving water marks on the glass...
The evening supplementary class ended.
Students not wearing uniforms headed back to the dorm, some running with the uniform on their heads, others walking in the rain like idols in movies.
When someone asked why they didn't run.
They would calmly turn around and answer.
"There's no need to run, it's raining in front too..."
...
Hoang Tuan had gone through another day.
Except for using the excuse of borrowing a pen to talk to Hồ Thanh Đoan, the rest of the time the two of them had a deeply rooted enmity.
No matter what topic Hoang Tuan brought up.
Hồ Thanh Đoan ignored him.
"It's not as good if Le Hoa Phat were here. His thick face is the best at starting conversations or something."
Hoang Tuan was wearing wet clothes.
He was tired, sitting on the bed.
It's strange to say...
He didn't know why, as soon as he passed the dormitory gate, the rain stopped, as if the heavens were displeased with him.
After taking off his wet clothes.
Hoang Tuan glanced at the content on the novel board.
He felt that tonight, he wouldn't lose his memory or go crazy seeing the ghostly woman anymore.
So he set the alarm clock for three in the morning.
He lay on the bed, ready to fall asleep.
"Is the special cause of memory loss related to Mom?"
"Can time really turn back?"
"If you stop losing your memory, it must be the starting point of the story..."
Before going to sleep.
He contemplated what to do next.
If it were said that he had reached the starting point of the story by now, he had truly entered the trajectory.
Playing a role of sorts.
He could stop now...
The most literary thing is that tonight he has one very important thing to do...
...
...
Three in the morning.
A gentle breeze blew through the school.
The hallway of the dormitory building was as dark as ink, occasionally there were the sounds of students snoring from inside the rooms, blending into the quiet night.
At this time, the dormitory managers had all returned to their restrooms.
A tranquil scene.
Everywhere was similar...
As the rain had stopped, many mosquitoes flew around, occasionally sneaking into the dormitory looking for a tasty bite.
In the hallway.
Hoang Tuan slowly and cautiously stepped on the floor, heading towards a room not far away.
Taking a glance.
Like a thief...
As he arrived at the door of a certain dormitory room.
He set down the things he had purchased from the toy shop in his hand, slowly crouched down, trying not to make any noise, and began to fumble.
A moment.
After completing his actions, he bent down gently to open the door and then silently slipped into the room.
The people in the room were sound asleep in their beds.
They didn't even notice him...
For two seconds, Hoang Tuan contemplated.
He turned toward his hand, his movements faintly drawn, his body shifting and moving toward them...