Love

Chapter 4

Can you guess I was caught from the tone I kept asking the bad boy? But then I don't have to work so hard. Hmm. . . Your tutor is a third-year student in electrical engineering. I think there are about sixty people.

Besides, I also propose to teach English. This is my best subject, and I don't need to prepare any lessons or materials because my full-time teacher has prepared all the lesson plans, but she has two months' maternity leave. I happened to come, so I plugged it in, so I didn't refuse to accept every offer she made.

But. . . The night before school started, I had an anxiety disorder. I think the life that more than 60 craftsmen have to deal with is not small. And, she said, in the electrical department where she is in charge, there is not a single girl. I'm more worried.

It must be the center of a province. It's not just the electrical department. It must be the whole school.

The more I thought about it, the more I couldn't sleep. I twisted from dusk to midnight. When I was tired, I began to get tired. Now I can take a nap.

But. . .

When I start to fall asleep, the sound of the wall being knocked will ring.

I suddenly opened my eyes, as if someone had hit a wall with an ice pack.

Why I guess it's ice-breaking packs, it's not just banging, but other sounds.

"The night in Bang Rachan is a beautiful moon, the rain is juicy, and the cold is a great war!"

The music of life goes through the wall like this. The band drinks. But is it midnight? Forget the room!

I was a little agitated, but I pretended not to care, because the sound of breaking ice was already very quiet, and only the sound of singing would ring, and it would soon be quiet.

But. . . I was wrong.

There was not enough quietness, the sound was louder than ever, and then a full band tapped pots, pots, plates.

"Bangla Zen! Bangla Zen! Bangla Zen! You can't stick to the twelfth lunar month!"

You can't live until you shut up!

I jumped out of bed, and I was very angry. For God's sake, I will get up tomorrow morning. Monday. Don't you work? You know, you overslept today. Why don't they form a band?

It was not enough to get out of bed, and went to the wall, stopped, listened for a moment to the sound of the dog urinating in zinc, and then decided to slam his fist against the wall.

Look out, look out!

As a result, the next room was quiet for a while, and there were singing sounds and knocking bowls, but when I turned and lay in bed, there was a sound again.

Look out, look out!

The sound of banging on the wall. . . Are you making trouble?

Not only the knocking on the wall, but also more singing.

"For my friends, for my wife, for my children, for my brothers, for my country, for my city, for my last drop of blood! Ha ha ha!"

Not shouting.

Are you going to yell at you, alligator!

Scold reptiles, like dragging chickens to eat, and there is less water. I punched and went back involuntarily!

Look out, look out!

The other side was also dumped back.

Look out, look out!

Hit me and hit me! Don't cheat.

Look out, look out!

The other side was quiet, so I hit him to let him know I meant it.

Attention, please!

Whatever happens, you can scold those who are inconsiderate!

There was still silence on the other side, and there was no tapping sound, only the cry of a young man, which was everywhere in his ears.

"Are you playing me! You fight again!"

Ping!

Then there was another sound, this time louder than last, as if it had been struck not with fists, but with the soles of feet. I cringed a little. When I reached out to fight again, I was afraid, but the other party shouted first.

"If you hit me again, I will burst into the room and break your intestines!"

Ah. . . Whatever you say, forget it, you threaten to stab me, and then you start a band. I won't bother you.

So I had to step back, and don't forget to check that the door was locked, and when they did show up they could easily come in, but luckily they didn't come, just quiet for a while, and then took the dog to pee on the zinc. Let me lie in bed in frustration, cover my ears with pillows and listen to them sing all night.

Damn it. . . This damn dormitory is unattended, so they let these people make noise so late!

I've never seen the alcoholics next door who would stop singing at 3am and 4am. Of course, I can hardly sleep. I can take a nap in the morning and wake up when the alarm clock goes off at 6 o'clock. I won't wake up, and it won't be my first day, so I have to wear my school uniform at sixes and sevens and drive to the internship.

Fortunately, the morning traffic in downtown Phitsanulok is not as troublesome as in Bangkok. Although there are too many motorcycles, it is much easier to drive than in the capital. In less than twenty minutes, I arrived at my destination.

The Boonanan Institute of Technology is located in the heart of Phitsanulok. I don't know what this neighborhood is called, but I see a high school and a vocational college nearby.

For higher vocational students wearing light-colored milky white overalls, dozens of motorcycles stopped at the roadside and waited for the green light. I waited for the red light directly at the intersection in front of me. To ride into the school, some cars were crowded with two cars, while others were crowded with three cars. I glanced at it and sighed.

Are you really going to teach these people? I don't want an internship. If you graduate a year later than your peers, go ahead. I don't want an internship.