Part 3: Sleep.
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When I got home, I was very comfortable and slept very well. I don't know if it was due to overwork, or because I was comfortable, but that night I slept very deeply. When the phone rang, the whole bedroom was flooded with sunlight.
I lay motionless on the bed for a while, then picked up the phone to look at it.
half past eleven.
Sleep for so long?
I couldn't help but be a little confused, feeling like I hadn't slept yet, as if I just put down the phone and I could sleep another night until the afternoon. But anyway, now I love myself so much, I can't be so depraved.
Patting my face to wake myself up, I unlocked my phone. There are notifications from different apps, especially wechat. There are messages from Trieu Chau Lien, Ngo Nien Nien, but the most messages are from the nick 'Baby Bear Uy Manh'.
My eyes stopped at the nick 'Summer Blue Sky', this is the nick I marked as the most important, always displayed at the top in the message section. Pausing for a moment, I clicked on the message from 'Mighty Bear Baby'.
Displaying five missed calls, three messages, is the type of message that makes people crazy the most.
Mighty Baby Bear: Hey, do you know the news?
Mighty Baby Bear: Answer me, I'll tell you.
Mighty Baby Bear: Hello, where's he, why don't you answer the phone?
I guess the good news I've been waiting for has arrived, what a good morning. It's also a coincidence that 'Baby Bear Uy Manh' is the nick name of Luong Gia An, the same identity as me, all illegitimate children brought back from outside.
But the difference is that I am not respected, and he in the Liang family has a lot of voice. After all, the Luong family's main family has yet to give birth to a son. So, after being received by the Luong family, Luong Gia An was like a fish in water, becoming a small king in the house.
But after all, a stepchild is still his own, in the eyes of ordinary people he is a step to heaven, and in the world of lords, he is still just an illegitimate son brought back with no value at all. Therefore, he was immediately evaluated as equal to me.
That's also why he hates me so much, and we're the same age, in the same class. Therefore, the speech became more and more bustling, especially in the class, where most of the children were from wealthy families, with one provocative sentence for each person. He felt displeased at all, thinking that I could not be equal to him.
So he always tried to bully me, then I started my acting career. What I have learned in class, I can review it a little bit. So even though I don't go to class often, my results are always very good, always in the top 10 of the class. And as for his bullying, I just consider it a teenage rebellion, not minding it at all.
Just like that, I don't know when, he became my only best friend in this world, even though the two are very different from each other. My personality is more cold-hearted, able to socialize with everyone, but don't want to get close or maintain a relationship. As for Luong Gia An, it can be said that he is a talking machine, he can talk all day without getting tired of thinking, moreover, he likes to socialize, even though his mouth is a bit messy, he can't help but talk, he knows how to set up. establish and maintain relationships.
When it comes to common ground, they probably aren't too close to anyone. He used to whisper in my ear that I was his best friend. I don't know if he's telling the truth or lying, but it's true that only in front of me does he show his sour and sour face. Looks like it's because of this that I trust what he says.
Luong Gia An is currently determined to inherit the Luong family's estate, and has been actively building an image and expanding exchanges in recent years. His relationship with the government is very good, and even tends to become closer like a mother and daughter. Because of that, he seems to have an image disease.
When I called him, he quickly turned off the phone, sent me a message to wait a bit, and didn't know where to run to before calling me back. Still the voice that tells the story, cheerfully opens the mouth.
"Hey, Tran Anh Di, you're always so busy. If you're too busy, you'll miss this latest breaking news."
I couldn't contain my joy, knowing what he wanted to say but still pretending to ask.
"Why, who's children are related to each other?"
"Ha ha, it's even scarier. The great young master of the Giang family had a car accident yesterday, and is still in a coma. I heard that one of his legs was broken and had to be amputated. There are people who work too hard and hold a party to celebrate."
It is also difficult to say why they are so happy, the story started a long time ago, not only the age of Giang Ha Luc, my age, the next generation I all know him. And all were influenced by him. The reason is simply because he is so excellent, so elite, that is the man in the legend.
Having context, beauty, intelligence, good academic achievement, always ranked first in school. The noble wives when teaching their children, the catchphrase is always: "Look at Giang Ha Luc, you come from a good background but you are still talented, you have lost to others but you are still lazy."
Otherwise, it would be: "You have to be better than that kid Giang Ha Luc, you know what, you have nothing to lose to him. Every time I see Lady Jiang show a modest smile full of bragging, my mother wants to hurt. eyes on chest."
Just like that, Giang Ha Luc collected for himself a bunch of antis in the rich and second generation. Many people tried to start a conversation with him, but behind his back, they constantly talked bad about him. When I was at school I met a few times, those people didn't even pay attention to me, and continued to talk to their heart's content. After all, in their eyes, an unrecognized bastard can't do anything.
I remember each of them well, before the plot officially starts, I won't stupidly make things go out of control. Just the act of stealing the female lead's opportunity, I had to worry a lot. As long as there is an action that deviates from the trajectory, what follows is very difficult to grasp.
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