Love

Chapter 3

I don't mind either, because I know that I am a student who seldom attends classes and will appear in front of teachers in one semester. If I hadn't checked my name, I hardly attended classes. I often go to bars. But even if I don't attend classes, I must tell you that I have swept almost all the classes.

What the teacher said just now made me a little nervous, but I didn't say anything until the teacher asked again.

"Hey, do you agree to train here? If not, go to the mountains."

I turned around and looked at the jeans and the crayfish, and the two crayfish nodded to me to accept, so I breathed a sigh of relief before accepting the surrender.

"Well, I train here."

"Well, then you are ready to find a place to live. The teacher will contact you and ask you to send you nearby at the beginning of the second semester. So you can go a few days in advance. You will get drunk and forget one day and time." Finally, irony. Nice to evoke jeans and crayfish to laugh, while I was screaming.

"Oh, teacher, I don't get drunk every day."

"But almost every day, right? I know she goes to pubs more than she goes to classes."

Unable to explain before the teacher finished the conversation, I put the papers in my pocket and invited us to leave the room.

"Finished, go back to rest. I'm going to prepare your historical documents."

Say that finish, we left the teacher's room. I always make faces when I get off the elevator. It's not because I'm not training with them, but because I'm going to a technical school, I've come a long way and I think it's no different from hell. So as soon as we got out of the elevator, our jeans reached into my shoulder.

"It doesn't matter, it's just practicing in different provinces. Kamphaeng Phet and Phitsanulok are not very far away, and they are only two hours' drive away."

The crayfish nodded off the cuff in agreement. I looked into their faces and sprayed.

"I'm not serious, not internship with you, but serious. I have to deal with so many children. Will they study with Eto?" I say this because I often see the news. Students go to school with weapons to protect themselves, and I think other schools do the same.

"Do they slice pigs for sale? You're not worried," Jeans began to frown and then smiled. "They must carry a Spartan knife, not an Eto with a tooth. How did your d**k fall off?"

"Are you really a woman? You can talk to other men, and your girlfriend is standing here." I told Kang that he was still motionless and a little indifferent to his girlfriend's words.

"You're not called a man," Jeans laughed unabashedly.

I didn't want to talk to them. Raise my hand. I was angry and muttered to myself.

"I think I'd better go back to sleep and stay and talk to you. I'm going to eat." Say that finish, I turned away, did not wait for goodbye.

Jeans are not f*******n because I know I'm not interested. Even my best friend, I don't care. Maybe

But when I was walking a few steps, a heavy palm touched my shoulder, and I turned around and saw a crayfish barking.

"What?" I was angry, but the other person didn't move.

"Before you go there, bring your knuckles or any self-defense weapon."

My eyebrows are heavy.

"Why are you doing this?"

"I heard the kids at that school were terrible, too. Before I chose the internship, I went to all the internship places. Recently, I saw the local news that the children of that school and the children of other technical schools were fighting badly. Bring your weapon, don't listen to the teacher so much, you're not with us, "said the crayfish with a blank face, giving me a breath as he walked back to find his jeans and told him to go back to the dormitory.

You. . . Why do you have to worry me more?

Then they left me, and I stood there, and now I'm worried. I think people like me who hate children of all ages will go to coach and meet children who look like they are making trouble. Oh. . . I give you my word.

I am!

If you don't get drunk, you won't be unlucky in this damn internship, Yankee! What karma!

Don't want an internship... Don't want an internship! I don't want to practice!

Although I didn't want to train, I sat on a bed in a dormitory in downtown Phitsanulok. I came before the beginning of the second semester. What, this is a week's suggestion.

All right. . . I mean, follow the cowboys and crayfish, because their internship school is open, so they let me come. The problem is, Jeans suggested that I drive them first. To get to Phitsanulok, I must pass Kamphaeng Phet first. To put it simply, I am their nun. I don't want to drive alone either, so I would like to go.

But when I came, I told you I was wrong!

I used to be a lonely person, breathing aimlessly in my life!

I don't know where to go, new places, new people, new accents, new languages, I am not familiar with, and the north is not north. The people here make me not used to it. I stayed in my room for three days. I come out to eat fish when I'm hungry. I rented a shopping center similar to Siam in my dormitory. So it's easy for me to find food. I only found a la carte restaurant down there. But this shopping center is a cemetery version of Siam. Simply put, this is a clothing shopping place, where no one walks, only hawkers walk by themselves. In the evening, the children study in a nearby tutorial institution.

Even though there are many students in the evening, I don't care so much. After dinner, I went to a room and collected only one sample. Jeans and crayfish called to ask how I was doing. But it's more about them telling me stories about their internships at United School.

"There are only girls, no tough children."

This is the saying of jeans. Crayfish has no mouth and only says "many children".

Of course, it was beaten to the s**t by many gay people, so that cowgirls had to claim to be his girlfriend.

Well, crayfish, though it's a nerd, it's really beautiful, the only reason it's learning crazy, learning crazy, looking nervous.

However, their internship seems to be going well, and there are some complaints that the director and Tang Ge, or on-site lecturer, representative supervisor, or translation supervisor, are quite methodical. Famous private schools in the province. Many rules are common.

Speaking of Tang Ge. . . My brother Tang also called me. I just called this morning. She is a professor at Boonanan Institute of Technology, and I'm going to train. Her name is Saisamorn. This is a teacher. She knew that her age was my mother's, but she didn't let me call her a teacher respectfully, but let me call her "sister", because she was a sister and the teacher's sister. I just left. In order to facilitate negotiation, I ask to sign an internship agreement.

Oh, there is no grade in my internship course, only passing or failing.

Somorn was a very nice person and she suggested that on my first day of training, she would take me to get to know the university director and others. She made me a counselor in her electrician department, which made it easier to take care of, because there were so few students in her department, so she thought I should be able to control electrician children very easily.