[T/N] I apologize for grammar mistakes and incoherencies
Special CHAOS 1: Shining Brightly.
“Green, fighting.”
“Blue, fight to death.”
“Green, bring them down.”
“Fight to death, Blue.”
Shouts from cheerleaders rang out around the basketball court as the tug-of-war finals were about to begin and small boy in a multicolored stretch jersey stood around the court cheering for his own-colored representatives. Some of his friends’ shouts rang out loud with no sign of surrendering to each other.
Of course, in a significant match like this final match, the members of both colors didn't miss out on choosing more than half of the big guys of the game to be the starting line-up. And those are the Grade 3 guys in the competition between the first graders.
“Ready.” A shout from a big boy who was at the end of the line told the guys in front with the blue jersey to be ready. Traditionally, those with a lot of strength are put behind to defend, and those who have mean faces are put in front. It seems that the Blue Team has decided to make a student who was the best friend of the female teachers on the team “maybe in Grade 3” the incumbent striker who will be facing the Green Team. At this time, it is not yet possible to agree on who is in a good position.
After more than a minute, it seemed that the boys in the green jerseys finally made up their minds and chanted three cheers before everyone took their positions as scheduled. There's nothing wrong with younger students vs. bigger students in matches which is traditionally held at the bottom of the row. Only the Green Team sent a boy with round eyes who had a red nose like someone who had been attacked by a slight cold to take his position being the terrorist of the team.
The clean-looking boy who took first place on the Blue Team. His eyes met with the big-eyed and round opponent who stood before him. The referee's whistle, marking the start of this fierce match.
The cheers came from the boy’s match’s spectators echoed around the edge of the field and alternately with the voices of the female teachers enjoying the duo's close match. Because it seems that the end of the line on both sides is strong and none does appear to fall, as can be seen from the red cloth tied in the middle of the rope until now it was still completely in the same place because the pullers from 2 colors are still holding on carrying back and forth, unyielding, uncompromising on each other.
“Green fighting!”
“Blue fighting!”
“Green fighting!”
“Blue fighting!”
Plus, it seems that it's not the only athletes participating who haven't run out of strength because, looking at the little cheerleaders, they're strong and don't fall back as well. The boy who was the front-runner of the Blue Team athlete raised his wrist and gently wiped the sweat on his temples from heat exhaustion which was a stark difference with the fair-skinned boy in the green jersey across the line, who still looked comfortable but only seemed to have some kind of malfunction going on with him.
“Haha, aat...aat....”
The blue-jersey boy began to notice his rival's pending sneeze when his raven-black eyes saw the brow line and the thin brow of his rival in front of him slowly frowned. Even the red nose of that guy was still moving around as if he didn't pay attention to the competition, as it should be.
“Ha...ha...ha...aat....”
At this time, the round eyes under half of the eyelids began to twitch before the red lips opened with all that he saw, causing the Blue Team's top boy to forget about the game for a moment.
“Aat chu!!!”
A loud sneeze echoes through the field and when his lips which were as red as the tip of his nose let out a loud cry, he even accidentally let go of the rope, causing the other people who were shocked by the strange sound, to let go of the rope until they all fell miserably.
“Ouch!”
Those big and small athletes on the field shrieked, especially the one who appears to be more severe fell on than anyone else. Because the white knees fell down and scraped on the ground until a scratched wound, troubled by teachers, referees had to run to see the mess.
“Take him to the infirmary to treat the wound!” The sun-tanned physical therapy massager concludes after evaluating the wound on the knee, the boy in front of him is finished. But the red lips of the injured person continued to cry, protesting, not stopping.
“I'm not going! It doesn't hurt at all!!”
He was bleeding so much, yet he dared to speak, seeing so the PE teacher shook his head in displeasure.
“Even if it doesn't hurt, you have to go. If you stay here the wound will scar.”
“Don't ah!” But that small voice was still screaming in the middle of the field so tirelessly that a physical teacher like Masa Suwat didn't know what to do other than letting him stay there flinching in pain until another boy's voice intervened.
“Hey...you can go with me; I have to go to the hospital too.”
“Huh?” The thin eyebrows of the person who was saying no to infirmary visit were furrowed when he saw that the person standing in front of him was the opponent from the opposing team that had just stared into each other's eyes just now. The green-jersey boy frowned at the other in the Blue Team jersey who stood in front of him puzzled but as he continued to stare at him, he faltered, because his knee was also bruised.
Plus, the owner of a clean face did not say anything, he was still smiling and stretching out his hand for the injured person to grab the green jersey boy who was hesitantly looking at all that action.
“Let's go together.”
This time the owner of the white palm allowed his friend blue-jersey to take him to the infirmary for the best.
...
“Huh? Have you come all yet? If it's not complete, I can't wait. The teacher will start meeting the actors at the Thai language festival this year.”
The sound of an old female teacher with a crooked appearance sounded as she gently tapped her sheet wings on the conference table, her feet in high heels walking around the room spreading the drama sheet until she stopped in front of a polite boy.
“Phun Grade 5, are you the only representative?”
“Er....” But before he could answer anything, a hurried noise interrupted the door of the room.
“Sorry, class ended late! Huff! Huff! Huff!” A white boy with a drooping expression and a loose shirt stood up, and saluted the teacher. He was panting holding on the frame of the room's door looking at the female teacher had as he was expecting to be scolded for coming late but in the end, she gave a nod to allow the mischievous student to enter the room for good.
“Hey, thanks for reserving a seat for me!” The newcomer smiles as he hurries to the chair next to his classmates. Although he wasn't that close with the other person, because they were in the same school for 5 years, it was enough to be in talking terms more or less.
“Huh? Here... I kept the lesson for you, Noh, why are you late?”
“Oi, thanks again, I messed up the time and Ohm was complaining like fuck and I had to stay there and listen to him doing it.” His lips were red and he was trying to calm himself down while the lecturers complained. As he swept the black round eye across the sheet of paper he had just received.
“Whoa, what is this lesson and why is it so difficult?! As I was coming, I asked Ohm if he was coming or not, if he would come then I would not have to come. But...if His Highness was still undecide one minute he says he will come and the next minute he is saying he will not. I'm going crazy! He can't say something clear in a more human language!”
That squeaky voice murmured so long that the acquittance next to him had to reach out to cover his talkative red mouth which could talk till the end of days, but he was not faster than the same teacher who gave them a quick glance again.
Phun smiled at the teacher, and let out a hush noise before whispering to his classmate through his teeth softly. “Don't complain loudly.”
“Huh?” The voice that had been complaining just now responded in whisper. “Sorry.” Noh whispered in reply, nodding his head tensely apologizing to the teacher.
“Mine is also difficult.” The boy Phun continued as he flipped over his lecture paper, his sharp eyes glanced at the classmate sitting beside him scratching his head and he had to smile.
“Noh? Want to come practice surfing lessons with me? During lunch break.”
With these words, the newcomer's furrowed brows immediately raised.
“Really?!”
“Yeah.”
“I will come, thank you! Phun, how many times have I thanked you today?”
Those big eyes shone with joy clearly.
Phun laughed softly. “I didn't count, haha, so see you tomorrow at noon.” “Yep!”
...
“Ouch Keng! Why did you drag me here? It's woefully boring and I can't cuss, dammit.”
The roaring young shriek of the red-mouthed troublemaker rang out, among the pleasant music playing on the lawn. Today there on the lawn was used as a venue for the 15th birthday anniversary of the owner's eldest child.
Of course, the angry bald person could not escape Rotkeng’s deathly palm.
“I know you can't cuss! What do you need to speak loudly for?! Well, let me grab something and stuff your mouth so you don't go crazy.” The skinny boy pushed a plate of food in front of him and gave it to his naughty friend, but the trolling unit continued to complain. “I saw that you knew Phun, his house was close so I invited you to come.”
While he was saying this the person who was listening kept silent for a long time because he was busy slaughtering the shrimp bombs in front of him in less than a minute.
Noh hurriedly chewed and swallowed before grabbing another large glass of water to drink. “Well, we're not very close here. Well, I'm going. You stay. Yes. I'd better go back and play the game.”
“Hey?! You're so full that you're full of it.”
“Oh! This is my nature; I am going first! See you.” The loud mouth boy stood up awkwardly before waving goodbye to Rotkeng, and a few friends who he knew, and then he took himself out of the fence of the big house.
“Oh? Keng? Where is Noh? I saw you together, didn't I?”
Only a minute behind the good guy and the host's voice clamored to ask for the person who had just walked away a while ago.
“He just went back. Phun, what's wrong?”
“Aw.” and the owner of the event looks shocked and seeing this Rotkeng hastened to continue speaking.
“That bastard just left, if there's anything you can rush to follow him, he just left a minute ago, I guarantee you will catch up with him.”
“Thank you.” Phun accepted with a smile before rushing off.
In the darkness of the middle of the night, only the glow of neon lights hits the abandoned streets in the narrow alleys.
Noh followed his footsteps along a well-known pathway while looking for a hired motorcycle. Even his two ears could still hear the loud music coming from the house he had just left.
Tuk! Tuk! Tuk.
“Noh! Noh!”
'Who's that voice?' The owner of the name that was called thought before turning around and he found that the runner called his name from behind was the owner of the birthday party he had just escaped from.
“Phun? What's up?” Noh stopped his footsteps and waited until the other party came close and gave Phun a little breathless pause before continuing.
“You are going back so early; is the party not fun? I am sorry.”
“Hey!” It's true that the party is boring, but to be honest, he felt pity for the host of the event. “No, Maa called me, so I had to hurry back. I'm sorry, I can't stay until the end.”
So, the boy in charge hurried to act 'fake' and slapped the shoulder of a distant friend whom everyone called handsome, remorsefully.
Phun smiled in relief. “So, can I walk you there? I just realized that your house is also around here.”
“It's okay, I can go back myself.” He had a sly face before making a sly voice arch. “How can the owner of the party disappear for a long time? The girls will be lonely, hahaha.” Since it was obvious that at the birthday party there were so many girls from the convent that the boys could get teased. The boy Phun smiled shyly before Noh used his elbow to thrust his friend's arm a couple more times.
“Do you like people in pink? I will give you some advice.”
“Haha, KK.” The person who was listening had a smile on his face when he saw that Noh smiled slightly.
“I am going first.”
“Ugh, get back safely, Noh.”
“I'll try, heh.” The boy agreed before turning his back to walk the path that was originally intended, but it seems like he just figured out something and he turned around. “Hey, Phun.”
And he even shouted loudly because he thought Pun had gone back. Where? Phun had remained in the same place, not moving. Noh saw Pun's white face and could only scratch his head.
“Happy Birthday!”
Noh said, even though he didn't even expect that what he got in return would be such a big smile from Phun. Although Pun's sharp face seemed to disbelieve his ears at first, a broad smile later brought back a wide smile from the person who was speaking back as well.
“I don't have a present, sorry.” Noh hesitated again as Phun shook his head in reply.
“It's okay! Noh, I'm glad you came!”
'Well, it's up to the host to speak to the guests, isn't it?' The grumpy boy thought but smiled back.
“Bye.”
His white palm was waved above his head as a farewell before the owner of that hand walked away...
On that day Noh never thought that he would have a chance to come back to this house again, and after that fateful day he would not be able to turn his back on Phun again.
Special CHAOS 2: ALL EXTRAORDINARY THINGS.
'Announcement calling all high school students to attend a meeting in the Auditorium to guide activities. This academic year, I would like to ask all teachers to take care of the students in each room and come out to the main auditorium.'
An announcement came through loudspeakers from The Public Relations Room called out to us the high schoolers made us collect books and equipment and head toward the auditorium. All classes were cancelled so the students could attend this academic year's activity course meeting except me. Because now, I have been sitting in the auditorium from an hour ago with the Student Council and the Chair of the Free Activities Club. We, those who about to graduate aka expire were giving advice to junior high school students who want to do activities (The last round was the junior high school round) including students from Grades 4 - 5 who may want to become the main leaders of each club, including the Student Council.
Yes, now we're seniors in this school and I'm not used to having no seniors come pat my head and make fun of my haircut. When seniors are pissed off or dissatisfied, they come and slap my head like that. “Haha, just kidding. Actually, they're all kind, they're a bit harsh but it’s just fooling around like young boys and older boys” But Grade6 student life has just begun and soon as that life start, we have to be busy with passing on duties to the next generation at the beginning of the semester.
“Hey? How are you? Why are you tense?”
And this is Phun's voice, but he did not walk up to greet me and slap my head again! We were sitting on the same stage for an hour but didn't talk a word, because sitting at a distance was helpful. (The student committees are in the front row and the chairman of a simple club like me could only sit in the back.) So, when there is an opportunity, junior high school students gradually walk out of the auditorium, including the rector who has gone to rest. Pun then walked over.
“How can I not be tense? I'm afraid that I'll be called to the front and my haircut is wrong.” Because having a skinhead head like this is problematic. Usually, no one says anything about me having a skinhead haircut. But when you're on the stage, there are a lot of people looking at the bald head, it’s so chilling! I noticed that almost none of the Student Council leaders on the stage had their hair organized, Phun had long hair that needed a cut, and Fii had already given up on the rules on haircut. Plus, Shen hairs looks weird. I and many others concluded that these activities area are a good place for students to bend the rules.
“If you get hit, mine got hit first.” Phun jokes while stroking my hair, damn it. My head is not a watermelon and who could forget Phun Phumimpat? He is a sweetheart and late-born pet kid. What did you say about getting hit? Unlike Noh Napat like me, I just blinked my eyes at the wrong time and got punished! I turned away from he but he wouldn't stop stroking my head and at the same time saw the high school students gradually lining up in the auditorium.
Over there I saw Ohm and Per bragging from afar, but when they arrived in the auditorium, they quickly pointed at me and laughed immensely because now I'm dressed neatly (smartly) from head to toe. If my shirt could have buttoned up the top button, I'll probably do to it and my shirt is tight! So tight that it made me unable to raise my hand up to the end. Why are this student's socks so damn tight again? Safety first!
I looked at it from the stage and saw Ohm walking and laughing before he said. “Who is this? Is he really my friend? We are drunk right? Damn, go away and get my old friend back right now.”
What the heck! Cussing me again! I wanted to bend over to strangle him, but the shirt is a bit tight so I decide to leave it for now!
“Hey Ohm!” Whose voice is that? Its summoning Ohm very timidly. I turned to look behind me and saw that the chairman was rushing towards Ohm at high speed before he pushed and walked with Ohm back in the other direction and they were hush-hush talking and snickering. So, what's that gossip about?
“What's the matter?” Phun walked up to me and asked confusedly as he saw Fii and Ohm talking for a long time while making weird faces and laughing loudly. Uh, fuck them bastards.
And then we had only a short time rest because after a while the headmaster returned to the congregation and everyone had to hurry to their place as quickly as possible. (If you don't want to be thrown by Big Brother.) I noticed that Ohm didn't walk in the chair like the other friends but disappeared somewhere.
What the fuck? What is that wonky face up to now? I wanted to strangle him and ask but again because now there is no time, I have to quickly transform into Proper Student Napat first. Otherwise, Big Brother kills me.
The boring ceremony started again, starting with the headmaster welcoming all the students to the open world activity meeting and then saying the same thing explaining, how to do important activities, how do activities without losing time for studies. What to do, what kind, and blah blah blah. (After that, I fell asleep.)
The headmaster elaborated on why we have to do activities, and how the activities have an important effect on the school before he relent the mic-power and Fii takes over the mic as it is the Student Council President duty. Who's the next student body president? (For those applying for the competition) and what are the duties of the Student Council’s President? Well, last time he looked like a good guy, but this time he was really funny and the friends who listen to his rambling were embroiled in laughter all the time he was on stage, wondering. Because the last time he talked to junior high school students, all of them could only sit and listen silently. This time, only friends and juniors who knew each other almost became Fii's single faze microphone that went viral. (The headmaster just sat there with his head high!) Hahaha.
But after letting Fii drool and talk weird shit for a while, Miss Patcharee the teacher walked up to poke him and told him to stop talking, but that would be too late. (Ha...) So, then Fii realized that he was attending the ceremony and not freestyling (Hahahaha) before letting go of the mic for Miss Patcharee to continue the program. The next program is...I don't want to watch it again -_- I actually recommended this activist VTR.
An exciting soundtrack resembling a Star Wars DVD rang out in the auditorium, while a gigantic projector projected individual activists onto the screen (My friends booed at him when they saw Fii's face, it made me very itchy, because I wanted to get up and boo too.) The picture continued until we saw all of us sitting on the stage and then VTR then continued.
“Hello, I'm Supakit Tanniwat, a student in Grade 6, Class 6, Arts-Calculation. Acting President, Student...” and blah blah blah, I watched this VTR twice, and it's the same both times. Fii stood facing off to show off its steel teeth, bragging and rambling about the Student Council's obligations and accomplishments over the years. This was followed by a horde of Student Council staff, and outstanding students to continue their recommendations, which of course had Phun Phumimpat on the list. Oh... and did they have to scream loudly? The headmaster's is also sitting there and the Angel Gang doesn't care at all haha.
I turned to look at Phun who was smiling at the screams from the fans with a wry expression while nodding his head apologizing to Headmaster Thaweesak who didn't seem serious (He too was also still smiling at Phun haha.) But when he saw that the Angel Gang was still not giving up, he turned to look at the giant projector behind him. Then he got a little annoyed because he came on that big screen and looked so handsome. Really, I don't know where to look. I'm sick and tired of people who have made merit and were born with God looks!
VTR activists gradually continued their scheduled appearances without fail. The sounds of friends and juniors below booed intermittently as the face of anyone they knew appeared on the screen until it becomes a small entertainment. Haha, at first, I thought the headmaster wouldn't be pleased with the students being so savage, but he sat and laughed with us. I wonder what is it about the kids that they're having fun with? If it’s good, I like it, but please don't make me queue up so quickly.
“Hello. I'm Napat Nawachindakan, a student in Grade 6, Class 5, science-mathematics. Acting President Music club.” I was lost and kept talking about chicken, the chicken came. Hey, I haven't even been able to complete a sentence in yet and loud cheers rang out from the comrades and the good juniors intervened even louder than VTR.
Well, fuck it and get it done fuck... I had to restrain myself from raising my middle finger to those bastards who were still yelling at me. It didn't stop, even the squealing sound of the fairy gang intermittently interjected. Another oh... life? When will it end!
I turned to look at the VTR picture filled with my big face. At the moment, I'm writing the last question letter. (Sigh)
The VTR image with red background and white lettering raises the question, what would you like to say to the next club president before cutting to my face as usual?
“I would like to tell you that...don't draw lots to be the one who communicate with the Student Council.” This immediately called out loud laughter throughout the auditorium. Damn... what's so funny?! I'm telling the truth, otherwise, you'll get someone who got into bed with someone from the Student Council and your life will be in turmoil like mine.
“Hello, I'm Chanat Karuna Nan, a student of Grade 6, Class 10, Arts-French. Acting President Crossword Club...”
Thank God...it will be over after a while. What the heck! I want lemon juice, guys, my throat is dry. Now there will be more boos, next time you will say I didn't warn you. I thought angrily as I glanced at Phun who was looking at me jokingly. This bastard also participated with them!
Our introduction “via VTR” was extremely jolly and the cheering sounded as if cheering for the World Cup in Africa. Next to VTR is the introduction of the next presidents of clubs of this academic year to everyone. Who else can it be but the next president of the Music Club? Besides... Bae.
It's funny. Whoever believes me, please carry him and walk into the stall to eat grass immediately! Crazy bastard (He is the freaking reason which ended up causing trouble in my life, both personal and public life) How can he become the club president?! (But actually, my life is messed up and I'm still here. But hey, it's irrelevant to me after he takes office. Because before that, everything was peaceful.) Of course, the person who seemed normal and conscious enough to be the club's next president the most was Nong Nott.
Nong Nott walked up the stage tensed. (It is assumed that he returned home because he had jaundice) He introduced himself incorrectly from his real name, Dolsit and he said that his name was Dolchai. He introduced his name wrong; he also has a shameless face to tell this nit bit to the mic.
“Oh! Wrong. My name is Dolsit and Dolchai is my mother's name.”
Great, then you'll tell him why would he have to explain it!! Oh my... my heart hurts. The roar of laughter rang out from the audience below and it made me slowly begin to ponder whether I was doing it right or not. Who wanted Nott to be the next president? (It is expected that the previous year, Phii Oak would have had similar feelings. Haha.)
By the time the club president recommended for this academic year was over, it almost pisses me off. “Especially when Nong Seng, the new president of ROBOT's club came out hello and headbutted the mic fuck...I thought I was in a Rama IX Cafe until I felt empty (hey!! Life is crazy enough with Ai Oh, the old president is not wrong.)
At the end of the ceremony, Big Brother reached the point of saying that.
“The students nowadays are really cheerful.”
Haha, but I think this way it's a lot of fun, brother.
After the headmaster came out and finished speaking for a bit, we ended the annual meeting ceremony. The masses and the brothers had gradually left the Kingdom Hall. The only students left were queuing around the exit, but as soon as Miss Panaratto who was the last adult in the auditorium left the auditorium, a huge projector screen started to shine and VTR again immediately.
The sound of the same old melody rang out in the auditorium, calling everyone's attention back, including mine as I was about to walk off the stage. I looked puzzled at the giant projector screen as to who played the VTR disc twice? But I have to stay silently curious because this is not the second round of the same VTR.
Because this VTR didn't start from Fii, but it just popped up with my face! Even the film color still looks raw like it was passed through any editing. Hey, this is a raw image from a video camera!
“Introduce yourself, Noh.” The cameraman's voice inserted into the screen is Phun's voice, because that day Phun was the person holding the video and Ohm interviewed me on behalf of the audiovisuals, this made the Angel Gang scream and then moving back to the big seat. Including the juniors and other friends who at this time did not seem willing to walk outside the Hall.
“Why don't you know me? Asshole.” Oh, and then I just realized that my face is so annoying -_-. My, I'm dizzy looking at the picture of myself making a horrible face at the person holding the camera while arguing back like I felt a slap in the skull.
The sound of Phun and the cameraman rang again. “Take good care and this is VTR for school. Introduce yourself. Five, four... three... two... one.”
I can't make a bad face in VTR. (The audience would laugh at my expense) before making a good face and speaking according to the script that I recited last night “Hello, I'm Napat Nawachindakan, a Grade 6 student, Class 5, Science-Mathematics. I am the president of the Music Club.”
“What's the function of the Music Club?” Phun's voice asked me to answer according to the script and everything seemed to be normal. If I don't count when I say WongKonTri “Band”.” I can't - -. I am embarrassed by this. The voices of the juniors and Grade 6 friends who were still watching laughed as Phun had to teach me to say the word WongKonTri “Band”. But how? how? I could only pronounce that. (WonKonTri “Loop” Always -- Why? Am I wrong? Are other people not like me? “I just found out.) Phun in the video is a bastard he also made me try to say the word Band which I ended up saying the word Loop. But I can say it! Loop and Band sounds the same in Thai so who cares, but why say WongKonTri? “Band” Isn't that, right? It always comes out as WonKonTri “Loop” - -.
Many of my friends and juniors laugh out loud and when that is not enough, they come and slap me on the shoulder again. They teased my inferiority complex, I turned to look at Phun standing on the other side and saw him giving me a faint smile but in this VTR. Why was there only me alone? I remember that the raw files were all messed up like this. (Fii's speech in the VTR was more messed than this, he talked so much that the Sound Department has to hold their temples, they don't know where to start cutting and what part to cut off first.)
And then everything is so messed up as to why it has to be me. (Please say a word of advice to the president of the club next year.)
The voice of Phun gave me one last question in a daze, I thought for a while before opening my mouth to answer.
“I would like to tell you that... don't draw lots to be the one who communicate with the Student Council.”
Oh, you bastards have heard it, so why laugh at the same thing again! I turned to give the middle finger to the bastards, the whole hall laughing again at my sincere words. (I think I'm being sincere!) Looks like this VTR is over because I'm in the giant projection scratching my head then I tilted and spoke. “We are done, right? Okay.”
“Um.” Phun's voice murmured something to me, but he hasn't released the video camera from his hand and now I'm starting to feel familiar with what continued that day.
“Just one last question left.” And everything started to slowly pop up in my memory that after that Phun it...
(Does the president of the Music Club have a boyfriend yet?)
Fuck!! I was immediately stunned because the memory of that day came back with the sound of Phun on the projector screen which immediately evoked a buzz from the whole auditorium.
I spring up like someone got a needle in my ass before running quickly to the control room!
(What...what is wrong with you?) My voice in the VTR screamed in response as the camcorder moves up and down softly, as if the person holding it was laughing. Damn it, I have to quickly turn off this VTR. Just before I jumped straight to the front of the control room, I saw Ohm and Fii assholes locking themselves in there while laughing out loud through the glass door that I couldn't break! You bastard, open now!!!
(Quick answer, do you have a boyfriend or a girlfriend yet?) Plus, the picture in the video right now isn't just the voice of Phun asking. No, because he's also moving closer to me! The voices of the students in the auditorium cheered loudly, while my face now both in real life and in VTR, like a ghost had haunted me.
(What's wrong with you?)
...
“Open it now, Ohm bastard!” The voices from the projector and me sounded almost at the same time. I yelled and slammed the door, but the two of them continued to sit and watch the special VTR with great comfort. Oh, what the hell are you doing!
“Saying it like this you mean to say no, right.” and Phun's voice in the VTR threatened me to my face (In VTR) shrinks to two cents before opening his mouth further.
“What the fuck is that? Well, you're my boyfriend, why are you bothering to ask me again?!”
Fuck...Cat...Out...of the Bag.
I was sweating as the auditorium nearly burst with the cheers of the whole high school students. (Including howling screams like a miscarriage otter from a large group of Angels.) Damn... fuck life, but this is still just a basic stuff and I knew that if I let the VTR continue playing, my life would be a lot worse!
“Damn Ohm!!! Damn it, shut it off!!” I yelled at him, but the two of them acted like idiots.
“And does the president of the Music Club loves his boyfriend?”
(That's it, hey my life) the hysterical voice in the auditorium grew louder. Is it possible they were even louder than when there was a football event?! But these guys don't have to enjoy my life that much, right? I beg.
I bang on the control room door as my voice in VTR continues. “Huh...what the heck...why do you ask?”
My face on the projector screen gradually became clearer, indicating how close the cameraman had approached before the sound, and the cover of my interviewer would begin to cut out.
“You always being like this. Don't you think that your boyfriend is hurt? I know it's not well to talk too often, but not speaking at all makes it very easy to get discouraged as well.”
Phun in the VTR gave a large speech to me, I admit that I secretly sympathized with it at the time so I argued that.
“We talked about that last night!”
Damn you!!
“Hooey!” The voices of friends and juniors around the auditorium shouted out another round with delight. (What the fuck do you like!) Now my back is starting to get sweaty even though the air conditioner in the auditorium is set to cold. Woah, when are you going to turn off the VTR?!
“Ohm!” I shouted more than three million rounds of insults, but this bastard and the ex-student president bastard were still laughing happily in the square room. They even put their hands together to make me even angrier, of course, they don't come out! When they come out, I'm going to take out their big intestines and eat them!
“Sigh...” A heavy sigh emanated from the giant projector speaker. I remember very well it belonged to Phun Phumimpat after listening to the speech a while ago.
The video camera was put back on the chair until I could see only the torso and the slender legs Phun was walking in three strides toward me who was still standing in the VTR.
Pictures of Phun walking towards me (Even though only the torso and legs can be seen.) Caused out loud cheers and screams (For example, the Angel Gang) immediately rang out from the audience. Phun got very close to me, so much so that I could feel his breath from that day.
Phun's shrouded voice spoke softly but loudly into the tiny floating mic on the collar of his shirt which clearly sent it back to the video recorder. “I want to hear it in normal times, say it to me. Is it possible?”
His tone of voice lingered (the Angel Gang juniors, the same kids in the same room as Bae) got up and screamed like the world was on fire, wait. By the way, am I explaining it wrong? Maybe Nong Toei doesn't like it, but I doubt it ghost haunts him. Well, this is interesting.
I felt limp and felt exhausted as soon as the tape cassette came to this shot. (Sigh...let's get it.) I have nothing left to lose, but no matter how weak my legs are and sit on the ground in front of the control room in a state of exhaustion. The damn hand still asked for sympathy by lifting up and knocking on the control room door one more time. (In case anyone has any pity or anything.)
Of course, the asshole Ohm has no compromise (sad, YY) and he was laughing with Fii in the square room and was not even paying attention to my knock on the door. (Wow, I should try your hand at digging the floor of the auditorium just in case I can burrows out and pops up to Africa and never comes back. But think again, downstairs is this library YY. If I dig and pop out at hole and hurt a librarian, besides being teased by friends about Phun I will be yelled at till kingdom come.
So, when you're both unlucky and unlucky like this. So, what can a person like Noh do? In addition to sitting still, let the wheel of fate (Karma) continue T_T.
The voices of both friends and juniors are still chanting with loud bangs intermittently in the auditorium. (Even though I can only see the torso of me and Phun.) I turn to glance at the giant projector that is now projecting this damn Phun standing around me! Then why didn't I resist!
“Let me hear you say it, is that okay?”
Oh, is it not over yet?! I lost my mind when I heard Phun keep asking me the same thing non-stop through the projector speaker...Fuck! Fortunately, the video camera was placed so low that only the body and legs could be seen so no one knew what Phun was doing at that time. But just by looking at its body that has squeezed by me so much, it's not that hard to guess. (Don't guess at all. Please T_T.)
The sound of an Angel Gang screaming and howling is wrong with me in the subtle VTR.
“Uh... Can you step aside? I'm hot!”
And I remember exactly how forward and aggressive Phun was that day!
The good guy's breath blew out so hard that it rang into the mic floating on the collar of my shirt, accompanied by a slightly disappointed tone as the body that had crushed me a few seconds ago slowly backed away. “I’m... sorry to bother you, it's okay. I understand. I'm just...”
Oh, you end things like that, what do you want me to do?! I started to close my ears and closed my eyes and randomly chanted something in my heart (I used Buddhism, Christianity, and Islam, all mixed up at that moment) I who was unwilling to show any emotion turned to hold Phun's arm, who pretended to be impatient and was walk away. And with my naivety back then I didn't even realize that Phun was obviously lying because he just wanted me to say...
“Hey! What the hell? Where are you going?” Wow, I thought I covered my ears tightly and why can't I still hear it!! I began to pray in my heart aloud. (What is going to happen next? I chanted loudly in my heart.) As the cheers came, both the projector screen and the control room began to boom.
“It’s okay, Noh. I am going to collect the video camera and we will go home soon.” Phun's voice answered me like that but I remembered that I felt paranoid because Phun had a wet dog's face look down which if could be seen would add more enjoyment to the viewing experience. Damn it, like this I fell into a trap!
At this moment, I don't want to sit back and remember what I did that day, I only know that now the auditorium has become so quiet that I can almost hear the sound of my saliva being swallowed. I turned around and looked at everyone's seats and saw that they were opening their mouths for something. But when I looked up at the giant projector, I saw the sight of my arm pulling Phun closer to him again before I said...
“So, you don't want to listen? That I... Lo...”
Prup!
“It's time to go back to school everyone, you have been expected in classes for a long time and you'll get scolded if you don’t pack up and get to class. ^_^”
Nah... Nah... what the heck!!
This time it was me who gasped, which was difference with the others who had already shut up and turned into a murmur that sounded like a broken bee's hive. I gasped and looked at Phun Phumimpat. Standing smiling brightly with one hand holding the projector cable that was removed from the terminal.
Ah...Uh...ah...that fuck!!!
If you already know how to why you didn't shut it off in the first place!!
I stood with my eyes wide open, my mouth trembling. I don't know which word to insult him with first. As the other students gradually left the auditorium. You...fuck Phun Phumimpat you...you...you... it...oh! How am I going to kill you? You will die most painfully!
“That word you said... I want to be the only one who will hear it. ^_^.”
Do you still have a face to talk about? You didn't realize it, right?!
As I was about to open my mouth 'You should keep it and dream about it for a couple of months.' But I didn't catch up when Phun pushed himself and hugged me after the last student had just left.
The sound of the Joke that just walked past me both whistling or softly as Phun stood and hugged me still.
“Well, I did this so the others will know that you, Noh is mine.” He whispered softly, hearing that half of my heart softened. I sighed and secretly sympathize with him as well. “And you'll know that I belong to you, Noh.”
But if you talk about it in a public setting a little less, it would be great! I reached out to pull him towards me “Blame for cheesy talk.” But...heh...I switched to stroking his head lightly instead.
“Don't annoy me! I used to mess with someone these days.”
A small laugh sounded in my ear before the owner of that voice hugged me tighter.
“I don't know, everyone wants to mess with you, Noh. Well, you don't know how I am jealous. What's wrong? I have to thank Fii and Ohm, today made me very pleased.”
Oh yeah, I almost forgot!!
I heard the name of those two bastards startled before pushing Phun hard. Now the auditorium was silent, and the control room was...
I quickly turn around and look! And I saw those two bastards slowly sneaking out...
“Ohm!! Fii!!”
“Wow, what did I do? What happened just now Fii / Ohm forced me!”
Oh, that's a broken unity, they each hurry up and blame the other one!
Let's just say I'm going to chase after those two bastards, first! And if it's not too much trouble, I will make Phun pay for what he did... just after he stop laughing and come help me get rid of these bastards!!
“Fuck...don't run away!!”