Chapter no 8.

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Eun Woo.

This girl,...uhh. In mind.*

I really hate people with long tongue, like My class girls.

After taking this lecture, me and Min yoon go to principle office.
We both enter in office.

Sir: Principle,...they both are fighting in a class room.

Principle: Why you guys fight with each other like kids,...and you Eun Woo, I didn't expect that from you.

Min yoon: What's that mean?

Principle: Shut your mouth Min yoon.

Eun Woo: Sorry,...I will never do this again.

Principle: Good boy,...go to your class Eun Woo and be careful next time.

Min yoon: Can I also go?

Principle: No.

Min yoon: But why?

Principle: First say sorry.  He shout.*

I was feeling so good, he deserves to be punished.

Then I go to class room and I sit on my seat.

Then I saw Jenny, she was coming towards me.

Jenny: Eun Woo you have to respect avery one, look at Tzuyu,...she is in so much pain just because of you.

Oh please,...I did it accidentally.

Jenny: Uhh,...who I am talking to.

Just go to your seat please.

Jenny: I am going.

I hate when people say that, respect girls. I know it already, it was just an accident that I push Tzuyu. IN MIND.*

Flash back.

I was hidden at the back of wall and watching my mom and dad was fighting with each other. I was jus 11 years old.

Dad: It's my life I do whatever I want.

Mom: But, don't you know,...you also have a son.

Dad: So what, I will marry with her, and no one stops me.

Mom: I will stop you. She shout.*

My dad slaps my mom,...and she start crying.

Dad: How dare you shout on me.

Then suddenly my dad saw me.

Dad: You idiot,..why are you listening our talk?

Eun Woo: No I am not.

Dad: You,...I'll teach you lesson.

My dad was coming towards me, he also have a stick in his hand.
I run towards my room but he grab my hands.

Dad: Don't you know, I am your dad.

My mom was coming towards me to save me, but my dad locks the door of room.

He start beating me from stick.

Eun Woo: Aahh,...dad sorry. I shout.*

Then he stops.

Dad: Don't dare to listen our talk again.

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Tzuyu.

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