Love

Chapter 2

The College of Arts building is still open, but no staff are working. Everyone starts to go home, only a pair of men and women in school uniforms stand in front of the elevator waiting for my arrival. When I was half running and half walking, the way I was awake, the woman jumped over and patted my skull.

"Hey, you've brought another man into your room, and that's why you don't care about the world."

These are my best friend's jeans. I was wrong. This is a man. . . Well, no, a woman. And the guy who stood still, wore nerd glasses and tie, and looked dull, was my best friend crayfish. And a fan of jeans.

"Let people sleep. It's not about oversleeping and getting drunk."

"You're drunk."

"How long will you scold me? I'm going to find the teacher!" I started shouting, jeans stopped, pretending to preach, and I nodded to signal the crayfish to press the elevator.

From the first floor to the seventh floor, in the teacher's room, a short time made me uncomfortable. I am very uncomfortable because I am worried that I have no choice and I can't graduate with my friends.

As soon as the elevator door opened, I ran four times one hundred to the teacher's room in charge of practice. The big teacher, who was about to pack up and leave the room to go home, was suddenly stunned when I opened the door and came in without permission.

"Ah... teacher," I gasped, tired.

The teacher squinted, looked at me under thick glasses, and then came back.

"I was waiting for you. I didn't come this morning. Don't tell me you know my appointment at five is not five."

I can only giggle and dare not tell the truth, who would tell me and say, "Oh, I didn't come because I was drunk and with a man." Just like this. . . You are crazy. I hope to be passed down.

"I'm not feeling well," so I chose to lie.

But you know I'm lying. I don't look sick, I just have a hangover, and I still smell of alcohol, not just alcohol, but cigarettes. I mean, the guy from yesterday is still on me.

"You are very ill and smell good," the teacher said again, making me smile, and then she sat down in the chair again, took some papers out of her pocket, and told me to sit in the opposite chair. "You're late. So you don't have many internship options. It's a pity you didn't go to the internship with your friends."

At some point, they glanced at their jeans again. As soon as crayfish came over, they stopped in front of the classroom. They raised their hands, saluted the master slightly, nodded to the master, and then continued.

"Your friend trained at a private co-educational school in Kamphaeng Phet. I know you want to train with your friend, but they only accept two students. So I chose a nearby place."

The teacher said it as if it was mind reading. I really didn't read minds, but she and I were very close, because I had been in classes together for many years, so I knew the three of us were very close.

"It doesn't matter, just stay close, and so can I." I replied that it is better to train closer than to go to different places, at least if there is any problem, we can go together.

But when I raised my lips, the teacher burned me out.

"Your friends train at Kamphaeng Phet and you train at Phitsanulok."

It's like this, it's like being too close! Different provinces, like this, are too close! Dozens of kilometers apart!

But it doesn't matter, there is a car that you can drive to, so when I calmed down, I asked back.

"Where do I train?"

"In Phitsanulok, there is only one school to contact, so you and your friends will go for internships."

Being a coach is not bad. I have a lot of tutoring experience in tutoring institutions. I am very satisfied with my position. This is much better than being a copying intern. Although I don't like teaching, to be honest, I hate children, whether they are children or high school students. Little kids are annoying, high school kids are annoying and sometimes make me angry, so I hate all people, all people, all people, all people, all people.

"So this school is also private and co-educational, right?" I'm asking because both of my friends went to that kind of school.

But the teacher shook his head.

"No."

"Ah," I cried suddenly, with a very skeptical expression, and I became very surprised when the teacher spoke.

"Technical School... Boonanan Technical College"

"Oh, no, I'm not a technical school." I suddenly groaned.

I've been complaining because I can guess the internship will be tough. It's much easier to deal with high school kids than a lot of working-class kids, and although they'll be irritated, I can stop them, but working-class kids are a bad image. There is news of fighting every day. Recently, a school mechanic beat an administrative teacher in the hospital. I went to practice, and they scared me. When I went to stop them, I was trampled by them. Who will be responsible!

But the teacher stared at me and handed me the internship place.

"Then you choose. If you don't go here, where will you go? The rest is the school on the mountain."

"Is there no other place?"

"Yes, but you have just arrived, and everyone else has chosen. Decide whether to go only to the north or to the mountains."

You can't decide! I don't want people like me who grew up in the city lights to drill wells, take a bath, or fill pots with water. I would say she was beautiful, but I had maids to do all this from my little to my big, because it was difficult for me to make eggplant roast or something. But to go to school, that won't work either!

When I saw the previous practice, it seemed that I was going to cry. Then the master smiled, and a little came out of his throat. He took the leaves and picked an apprentice back, and then comforted him.

"Don't worry, Mr. Northsang, although it is a technical school, it is a private school. Most of the children who come to school are rich and won't make you too unruly. Only you will be more unruly than the students." Follow me.