CIVIL ENGINEERING CHAPTER 3

 

Co-translator : XxcrasherxX

Chapter 3: The Cheerful Gentleman of Chemistry

The semester begins!!

College life is a little different from high school in that there is no need to carry a heavy backpack and follow a dense schedule of almost all shifts. Semester 1 year, although the schedule is thicker than other years, but according to many people, it is basically drawn from the final knowledge, so I do not feel much fear.

P'Champ also asked me to rest assured, because he has already prepared the old documents and the first year lectures, even though I have to translate every line of his scrawny handwriting to read.

Beam ~

The sound of water flowing from the shower comes to my ears. At 6 a.m., Yotha woke up before me so he had access to the bathroom first. Personally, I have a mission to sit up and press the phone, post the usual cool cool status of the sassy kid who first felt the college life, then discover that my school friends are pulling each other to update their excitement to let the world know. Yeah …

A moment later, the bathroom door opened. I turned my gaze towards the direction of the noise, and saw that the tall figure appeared and his upper body was exposed, the lower part was covered only in a pair of boxers. I couldn't help but continue to see.

"What are you looking at?" Damn. It's like sitting in meditation and going prickly.

"Nothing. That's a cool tattoo. Yotha is a villain."

"Take a shower."

He has got a boring face.

"On the first day of semester you must be a little active. Then our lives will be full of color. The whole day if you show a sullen face, won't it be tiring for you?" I pretended to tease before I was immediately rejected.

"When you show a dog-like face, you don't feel tired."

"Oh, my God! You're a dog!"We talked for a little bit and it was enough to turn into a hell of a quarrel.

I don't mind, showing an angry face before setting my foot on the bed. While reaching for the towel, I also do not forget to glare at the tall body who is standing still.

Although we really live in the same room, we can strongly declare that our intimacy is almost negative. Normally, every time I get to know someone, they are eager to accept me. And what is this? Not only not receiving but also cheating. So until now I know almost nothing about who Yotha is.

It is unclear why he returned so late and sometimes he returned near dawn to the dorm. I don't know what he likes or doesn't like. And what worries me all these days is that I don't even know about the tattoo on his right waist. Every time I pretend to ask, not only does he doesn't answer, but he even scolds me.

Strings of 0 and 1 appear on smooth skin with a total of 4 sets. Each set of 8 characters. When I first saw it, I immediately knew it was a binary code or binary system. It's just that the series of numbers that are tattooed are too small. There is no way to see what numbers it consists of and what it means.

Forget it! Thinking is painful. Just enjoy the super fun start of the semester.

"BASTARD!"

Cold water!

One hand finds the water valve and the body is immediately hit with the Arctic ice. Why didn't Yotha tell me the water was so cold? Not to mention there is no water heater in the room. Guess there's going to be death of someone on one fine winter morning..that someone is me.

The time spent in bathing took place very quickly, because I did not take a bath, but just poured water over my body. Yotha was gone. I didn't want to pay attention, so I hurriedly dried my hair, got dressed, went downstairs to meet my best friends; a total of more than 10 boys and girls to eat.

The morning shift of the first school day consisted of almost nothing. Teachers in all syllabus development subjects preliminarily explained what in this semester we will learn, including what the next session's documentation is sending at the photocopier shop. After explaining everything in detail, he let the students go early. That's why we had lunch so early.

"Oh myyyyyy! The person on the other side is so cute. My heart is full. My expression is like someone who has fallen in love."

"You can play big and die."

In the morning, we were more than 10 people who had breakfast together but now only 5 were left sitting in the cafeteria of the Physics building of the Faculty of Science. And the other friends have split up to eat separately in the next building. Meanwhile, the usual conversation of the handsome guys began.

"Did you see that person over there? 11 o'clock direction." Kong looked towards a senior. She had dyed her hair light brown, dark skin, and looked equally sexy.

'What's wrong?"

"She looked at me."

"Then.."

"Like me for sure." Oh! Mr. Kong.

"I see you say that to everyone. I don't see people liking you back."

Don't know from where he gets his confidence. Friends sitting at the same table only lacked something to spit all the rice from their mouth. He's not only a coward but also rebellious, not to mention super self obsessed.

"I think she likes me more. I don't know. Shy." Gun's been with him for a long time, but it doesn't seem to make the whole table laugh. Absolutely quiet. "Why play the air of death with your friends?"

"I see that Kong guy is confident already, you are heavier than him, you devil Gun."

"Girls like funny boys."

"That's crazy comedy, man." Friends don't understand me. My friends callously hurt me.

"Why do people say I'm the joy of Chemistry?"

"People are lying."

"Hurt."

"That's all fun is. You can't fight someone. There it is... The gloom of the civil service is here." All eyes were on the target just mentioned. A group of people are searching for a seat, but one of them stands out even more. The person is wearing a long-sleeved student uniform. The sleeves are rolled up. Not only that, the other person doesn't even tie a tie like us. I immediately knew they were rebels.

Now, many people are starting to differentiate between Faifah and Yotha. One point that these two people are not the same is the scent radiating around the body. Although we cannot see it, we can feel it. Faifah is the type to get along with others easily, and Yotha is the exact opposite.

"Dark like a spell." Kongkiat chewed his rice while commenting.

"He is not the same in his room. Drink milk, wear chick pajamas. Oh there's also a seal*." That aspect probably hasn't been seen by many people. That's the blessing of the real Gun.

[T/N: He meant Yotha also has pajamas with seals(animal) on it.]

"It's just covering your eyes. Yotha is evil to death." One of my friends interrupted eagerly. I couldn't help but ask.

"How evil?"

"I heard he's always late for his room. Definitely going to do something bad."

"He told me he goes to eat porridge."

"Eats whatever he wants to eat every night... That's cool, isn't it?" At the end of the sentence, it turns to praise. "It's a dark one worth looking for. Idol can die." As soon as the first one compliments, the 2nd and 3rd child are crowded with joy.

"I agree. I want to calm down. I want to be cool."

"Oh, my."

And then the flattering time came. Wait. I heard them sitting there talking badly of my opponent, why did they end up changing the fall to a cheer? *

[T/N: Changing fall to a cheer is used to mean when you start praising someone when you were just insulting them moments ago.]

I let my best friends babble about what they wanted to say, with no intention of interrupting. As for myself, I turned to focus on eating while glancing at my roommate sitting a bit from our table. Many questions are constantly appearing in my mind. That evil guy you were talking about…

I'd love to know how evil he is!

On the first day of the semester, new student welcome activities also began.

Life is doomed. After finishing school in the afternoon, instead of lying on the stomach, I had to go to the department wearing a tight t-shirt, sitting in the departmental operating room.

Everyone said how lucky we were this year not having to join the activity room. All the time, the seniors must participate in the activity for 7 consecutive days. Perhaps the educated seniors were also old-schooled, so this year they completely re-innovates the regime. Instead of having to participate in daily activities, it changes to Monday-4-6. Not only that, they refused to reveal what they would make us do, but they had to be nervous to look forward to it.

"All of you have arrived. From now on, we have put you guys in different groups. You will be divided on the basis of the colour of the paper you have picked." I lowered my head to look at the wrinkled piece of paper in my hand. Mine is green, and Kong's is orange.

"In order not to waste any time, everyone get up and gather in their groups."

Just that, a chaos immediately happened. Each of them ran back to the line with their color names, waiting until we gathered together took almost 10 minutes. People in the group; some of whom are acquainted, some do not even know each other's name. But by nature, I'm a talkative person, so I don't feel too claustrophobic.

"After the gathering is complete, now I will explain the activity to you guys first. In order for everyone to get to know each other better, we want each group to come up with a piece that can be done with reference to 'Department of Engineering'. We will let you guys practice together. Next Monday, we will start performing. Do you understand?"

"I understandddddddd."

Some of them don't want to understand. They're going to die.

"If so, then start gathering your groups to find ideas. At 7:00, I'm going to disband, so you can practice together until then."

"Yeah."

Then all gathered their heads to exchange ideas before coming to the agreement that they will perform a musical like in La La Land.

The idea is there, and the script was written by two volunteers, who were girls, which was not lengthy, the rest when we will act for real, we will improvise. Everything went smoothly, until the step of choosing the performer.

Since they all have our roles, we spend a little longer dividing our tasks.

"Gun."

"Yes." Odd, the leader of the group, called out my name. Friends sitting in a circle all looked at me.

"What do you think Gun can play the best?"

"Dog?"

I see you!

"I feel the same way. The role of a dog is fusion." Of the ten characters on the list, the only role that is non-human is the dog. But why am I the chosen one!?

"C ... Can I have another role? I don't think I'm suitable. I'm afraid of not doing well." To the point of scratching my head to treat my embarrassment, hoping to change my friend's mind. But no ...

"You will do a good job. Just bark and howl at the right time."

"Then it's okay for someone else to act."

"Gun." Odd raised his hand and clapped my shoulders before raising his voice no different from the golden hour movie lead. "No one else has a dog-like face like you."

Devil!

"You guys hurt my heart."

"I chose you because I love you. Your eyes are big, your mouth is good and your nose is tiny. You look like a puppy."

"Is this complimenting or cursing?"

"Praise. In short Gun is a dog."

"That's great, man." All the applause was congratulatory with excitement before the girl in the group put pen to paper, writing down the position and the role, as big as the house I had received.

Gun, as the celeb dog of the Faculty of Engineering...

My mission is nothing much, just bark and howl at the right time, practice running on 4 legs and then wrap my body. Dejavu! I can die. I also had to practice like this when I had acted in school.

The world is not fair. Just when I think I can move forward, I step back on my legs.

Sitting in the toilet for half an hour, we also finished assigning roles. The next step is to come up with an idea of what scenes should be in the play together, and then tomorrow afternoon we will have a rehearsal after school.

"Gun."

"Yes." Step up to the idea of being interrupted when my senior of my code came over to say hello with a very suggestive look.

"Bring this stuff."

"Seriously? I'm glad to have a convulsion." After saying that, I did not delay, asking permission to stand up, and went to a senior of my code, a paper bag.

"For you."

"Thank you." He gave things to me and I quickly accepted it. P'Champ is such a kind and considerate person. I tried opening it a little to see a bag full of snacks and water, so touched that tears flowed to my feet.

"Tell me what you want to eat, I'll buy it or not is another thing."

"Uh? What are you saying?"

"I asked to look like I care."

"Boring."

"Have you figured out the show yet?" We talked to each other a bit and then he turned around suddenly towards the group without warning.

"I figured it out. We're going to do La La Land the hell version."

"What role do you play? Male protagonist?"

"You guessed wrong."

"That's all I'm saying, but who will choose you as the male protagonist. If you have a dog role, consider yourself lucky."

"..."

It took him three seconds. Bastard Champ! How does he know?

But this, I'm not going to admit, and I'm going to drum it up in a hurry. The atmosphere of the first day of the semester begins and it's time for food for my eyes; like my cute senior in the neighboring department.

After talking for a while, I asked permission to leave, but still didn't forget to say goodbye.

"Saturday night, you'll be at the dorm, right? Remember to leave your schedule empty."

"What's wrong? Where are you going to take me?"

"Go get a drink."

"Just at the beginning of the semester, how many days did you pull together for a drink?"

"Who dares to scold me? I'm the 2nd year vice president."

"Then what should I say?"

"No. If you go, I guarantee ... crunchy."

Crunchy his head!

"Remember to leave the schedule empty. Saturday, 9 o'clock. If there is nothing, I will pick you up in front of the dormitory. Ok, dear junior. I'm going."

"W... wait a minute!"

Hoyiiii.. He came looking for me to invite me. I was about to open my mouth to refuse, but the senior strode away without waiting for any protest. Indeed Gun's karma in face of fate is inescapable.

I went back to my room after the end of the activity, sitting thinking about the costume concept to grand-opening in the pub. Meanwhile, Gunyukol's life has never been lonely, as his best friend Kongkiat stops by to knock on his door with a giant bag of Roti Samai ( cotton candy).

A Japanese-style table is laid out in the middle of the room. The two of them sat on the floor to eat it enthusiastically. And then the topic of discussion tonight is the story of the roommate, which is very suitable.

"Faifah dreaded flowers. Last night there were too many seniors to send him stuff. It must be spread all over here." said Kong, throwing cotton candy in his mouth.

"Not very surprising. He mingles easily, everyone loves him."

If you ask who is the first year hot boy in the Faculty of Engineering, you can strongly answer that it is the hell twins Faifah and Yotha that many people love. Although his brother is always like a wormwood player, but, due to his misguided personality, he can sometimes be skimmed. Faifah alone receives 100 points of interest from those around him, because he is friendly, funny and good at heart.

"But how is your roommate? "Kong turned to ask me.

"Yotha is like I told you. He always comes back to our room late. When we are together,he barely talks."

"Does he have any peculiarities?"

"The weirdest is his pajamas. Just like the Safari collection (zoo)."

"Yeah. This is funny. I haven't seen it with my own eyes, but I still find it funny."

"I don't want to gossip but I will just tell a little." I sat up straight, ready to explain Yotha's strangeness to my best friend. "He has a lot of designs; yellow chicks pajamas, seal blue pajamas, white penguins. Then last night, he went to sleep in the pink rabbits!"

"Huh?"

"It's true. With a barbaric face, Kitty's heart could die."

"Why don't you sneak a picture,I want to look."

"I can't do that. Afraid to sleep and sleep because he trampled on the bed."

"Are you afraid of him?" Kong's a good boy. There are things, if you can't fight, don't be reluctant. While my thoughts may be a little cowardly, what's said is only allowed to be cool.

"Woah! Can people like me be scared?"

Oh tiger. Fate repeats itself. It is true that my karma and Kong's is ill, while sitting around talking about my roommate, at that moment, the opponent poked his head in a way as if the room was empty and came inside. His life must be so long, think of the devil and he appears.

His tall body closed the door, strode to his bed, not even saying a word.

That's good…..

Silent as if meditating in the middle of a cemetery.

Even chewing on candy…. could not dare, because unexpectedly the other owner of the room returned early. The watch on his hand said it was only 8pm. Or did he stop by to pick something up and then go out?

"Y ... yo, what's up, friend?" Perhaps the atmosphere of death lasted for so long that Kong turned crazy. Yo your ass!

"Good." Is that the answer?

"Yotha is back. You guys probably need privacy. Well ... I'll go first. See you tomorrow morning." It all happened suddenly. Kong made his way to escape by running away from the room, leaving me alone with the dark man.

How do we do that? If I will use my playfulness to fight, I'm afraid he's going to fight back. But when you're in this country, you're going to have to take steps.

"Are you not going out today?"

"No."

"What did your team come up with for the faculty?"

"Acting."

"Wow. Like my group. I will play the celeb role in La La Land." What is the celeb role? But I don't think Yotha is paying enough attention to ask me. He also turned to avoid it, jumped onto the bed and picked up the comic book to read. "Hey ... Not going to say anything to each other?"

"What do you want me to say?" When answering, he didn't even bother to raise his face to look at me.

"It's about the food. Do you want cotton candy?"

"No."

"The Japanese table in my room is sacrificed for common use. You can just use it for junk food. We care about each other."

"..."

Silent. The phone number you have just dialed has no signal.

Ok. Thinking that he was concentrating on reading manga, I didn't want to disturb and continued to sit silently engrossed in eating cotton candy. After I finished eating, I moved the dishes to the bathroom to wash.

"That's a lot. You have a good family of codes." I'm sure there are not only gifts from the code family but also other seniors.

"For you."

The tall-bodied owner raised his voice, although his eyes were still intently reading the manga.

"For me? What? "

"I don't like candies."

"Then share it with your friends."

"Friends have."

"..."

"And on your desk."

I can't believe you heard the last word from the mouth of someone like Yotha. Did I get it wrong? It's really not evil at all, it's even very kind.

"Thank you. And my senior with my code buys salted egg fries, salted egg bread, salted egg burger. Everything is salted eggs. You can just eat it all."

"I hate salted eggs."

"Really. What do you like?"

"Depends on my mood. I like whatever I want to like."

"Yeah …"

Forget it. I think that's him. I don't know who Yotha really is today, but I think I'll definitely understand each other better in the future.

After school, some people rushed to the faculty activity room to practice for their performance on Monday, although there were also those asking permission to go home since it's Friday afternoon, so the dorms are a bit empty. The atmosphere in the room is quite relaxed, without any murmur like before. Actually, no one wants to practice. They would rather make an excuse to form a PUBG team.

After the match, it is convenient to set up the team to gather for dinner. After that, I went to the bathroom to prepare, because in an hour my senior with the same code would come pick me up to have a trip.

"Can't you change your mind?" Until P'Champ drove the old motorbike to the door of the dormitory, I hesitated till the last minute.

"You have to keep your eyes open. "

"Don't get drunk. I just want to be handsome."

"Definitely not drunk."

My senior code had been true to my heart and had been troubled for many days. He said he felt guilty when the day he received the code did not take me to drink, while the other code invited each other to watch movies, sing karaoke happily. So this time he asked for permission to correct the mistake by taking me to a top spot.

But the joy at first disappeared in the blink of an eye when we reached the famous pub on the university campus, but were kept by the staff guarding the front door.

"Show your ID card."

"Damn. It's fine to look at my face." P'Champ softened his voice and then shot pleading eyes.

"You can.What about the other? First year, right?"

No one answered but my appearance was extremely suspicious.

"Not allowed in the first year. Not old enough. Go to the next milk shop." This sentence is mocking. It's like chasing me home to breastfeed. I stumbled when I watched my senior with his strong punch number. The end result is as expected. Broken!

Stunned for a moment….

"Motherf--r. Last year I was able to get in, why can't he come in now?"

"He's not big at all."

"I'm going to kick one now. Come! Let's go."

"Spoiled."

"When I have free time to buy things to go to the dorm, I drink."

After all, I lost my way back to my motorbike. I first tried to introduce him to another bar, but P'Champ refused. He said the pub legend could only be this one. It's called Bangon Pochana - chill chill pub on the opposite side, but the other refused and said there was no atmosphere like this one.

Ok, that's the way it is.

I'll go back to my room ahead of time, thinking if I'm bored, I'll probably go down and get Kong with Faifah. But as soon as the door opened the room, new agitation occurred.

"Not going out today?" Yotha sat with his legs stretched out on the bed, surrounded by scattered furniture.

"No, no."

"What are you doing? That's a mess."

"Seniors with my code gave me these."

"This many?" I asked, but my legs moved forward until I reached the bed of a tall relative. So there are these buttercakes, school supplies, clothes, including ... Damn it.

"Is this what your senior bought or someone else bought it?" I pointed to countless boxes of enough branded condoms in front of tall legs.

"P'Arc bought."

"Then why buy it? Why is your family like this? I'm scared."

"It's all about other people's business. Then in short, don't you go out with your seniors from your code?"

"No. The bar won't let me in. Not old enough." I said in a low voice before encouraging myself. "My face is so childish. Everyone who sees me, doesn't want to let me in."

"Your face looks like a kid or a dog? Be honest. Usually the pub doesn't let pets in."

"Say that, you want to have a fight with me, Yotha?"

"What the hell. Stupid." Hate someone who can't joke.

It seems familiar and unfamiliar. Over a period of more than 10 years teasing friends, arguing with others, Gunyukol has no case of succumbing, but when encountering people like Yotha, he does not know how to take a loss.

"I can't argue. Let's sit down and have a cake. I'm hungry again." To end the battle I hurriedly built a good relationship by changing the subject, then turning the person sitting in the middle of the room.

In the front, on the tiny Japanese table, there are a lot of sweets that have not been eaten. I picked up the entire menu of salted eggs and ripped the shell, then slowly chose the other dishes Yotha gave me.

"Hey, have a question." My mouth can do many things. Can eat while talking. "We've been roommates for a while, are we not going to get to know each other seriously?"

The person in the bed raised his eyebrows, sweeping the furniture around him into paper bags negligently. Only the food hasn't been moved. Therefore, I stare without blinking.

"Unnecessary." Responding not wanting anything anymore. Huh ~

"We have to stay together for a year."

"So what?"

The answer made me mute infinitely.

"People have to understand each other's temperament once they live together. Suppose if I know what you like or dislike, it will be good for sharing a room. As I know about Kong's story,then the quarrels happen in the right way.

"Like I'm going to be mad at you."

"Who says? You're always ready to go. If you punch my mouth one night, I can't fight back." The height difference is nearly 10cm. The size of the person is also different. The killing intent is not mentioned. People like me only lose and lose.

"Talkative. Got what? Cake?" Change the subject again. What do I do with the dark gentleman? Bring joy to the fight, on the contrary, it is like water pouring duck head. At this point, you had to go down the river.

"Take it. Give me strawberry cocoa milk."

"How do you know I do? Looking at it?"

"Took a peek." Just in a snap, when the milk carton was floating in the air, I raised my hand to pick it up.

"Get anything else? Shaved ice cream?" In addition to milk, there is also a side option. If I've been deliberately shut up with food, I'd be happy.

"Sweet. But I also want it."

Then the cream puff flew straight to the center of the forehead.

"Cookies?"

"Give it to me." I clicked my finger, but Yotha refused to throw it. He sat still and ordered in a lower voice than the supervisor.

"Get it yourself. It would be troublesome if you break your head."

"Worried ..." Touching the evasive head, I hurriedly closed my mouth. At this point, I had to personally go through the bed of a tall relative and hold a small box of cookies to embrace.

"Chocolate? It looks like it's gone." Yotha asked. And I didn't say no.

"Take it."

"Do you want to take condoms too?"

"Úiiiii. Please keep it for your use." Always makes my soul leave my body. His personality is not only tough but also good at teasing. "Thanks for the junk food."

"Seniors from the same code bought it."

"See it as a blessing for me to go then. I am finished stealing!" Happy with the food for a while, I ran back to my old seat and devoured everything, almost overeating. Yotha does not care about me, just sitting, still playing on the phone. But with that said, people who talk as much as Gun can't keep quiet. I have to find a topic to talk.

"Yotha, you give me so much food. Just tell me what you want. Do you have the introductory materials?" The first year of Engineering Department only studied the general subject of the school only. Not to mention that I was fortunate to have documents from seniors with the same code before others.

"Already have. P'Arm gave me."

"What about the science materials? Math? Physics?"

"No need."

"The book of calculus?"

"No." Extremely lame.

"Got it all. I want to know if you have a girlfriend yet."

Finally, I can pull the other party into a trap. Besides wanting to help, I also felt like I wanted to know many more things.

"Why did you ask?" This time Yotha took his eyes off his phone to look me in the eye.

"I want us to understand each other better. Honestly, I was just wondering why you keep coming home late. Is it because you sleep with your girlfriend right?"

"I don't have a girlfriend."

"I can't believe it. But that's good... At least I understand something about you. It's better than knowing nothing." Although I don't know why in hundreds of questions related to him, I chose to ask him about love.

But I think partly it's probably because of what some people have said. At this age, love is a huge problem for life.

"Yotha, do you want to understand who I am? Let me tell you."

"No need. Can you keep me quiet for an hour? I want to play the game."

"We should know each other better."

"Unnecessary."

"Oh this man."

Loneliness could kill me this Sunday afternoon. The male dorm's friends are addicted to games, and Kong went out with his seniors with the same code. So I had to sit and eat chicken rice alone at the dorm cafeteria in a sad mood.

When half of the rice in the plate was put in my mouth, my eyesight turned to a piece of paper placed quietly in front of me. I raised my face to look at someone over my head before muttering softly.

"Faifah."

"..."

"Just kidding. Who wouldn't recognize Yotha." Just kidding. However, instead of receiving an explanation, he ended up standing still without replying. "Then what is this?"

"Sample question." He sat down on the opposite side and held the pen in front of me.

"What sample question? Who gave it?"

"Seniors."

"Ah." Guess maybe it's due to need to keep information to take care of the first year while participating in the activity?

I let go of the spoon and fork and reached for the pen, sweeping my eyes and reading questions. Most test the satisfaction level when staying at the dorm. But apart from such questions, all of them are personal questions like my favorite food, allergy food, my favorite corner of the department and more than 10 miscellaneous questions, which makes my hand lack any desire to write.

Back in the old school, when participating in group activities, the organizers always had to make questions like this to prevent emergencies, such as suffering from congenital diseases, not being able to eat food , to solve the problem that may have occurred in the first place. But the main question is …

Having joined the activity for a few days now, why do I apply now?

"Done. But are you hungry? Let's have a meal together." At the end of the sentence, I also boldly invited the opponent. I don't know if I will be denied anymore. But there's no harm in trying.

"Just say you're lonely. No need for excuses." Motherf--r, knows my intentions too.

"Yeah,I admit it. My friends forgot about the 'fun of Chemistry' like me and buried their heads in PUBG. So I order you to have dinner with me right away."

"The kid just likes to do what he wants." Although it seemed unconcerned, but in fact, he obediently stuffed the questionnaire into his pocket, then turned around to go to the restaurant to order food. I sat still, refusing to eat, but waited until the opponent came back with a bowl of noodles before I picked up the spoon again.

"Like to eat seafood noodles?" Nosiness is my specialty.

"No. It's just instant noodles."

"You're easy-going. Not very picky. I observed it last time." When I still mistakenly recognized Yotha as Faifah, we ate together, and we ordered the same curry. The reason is only one, which is too lazy to wait, so it does not require much. If you can eat, just take it.

"Last time there were a lot of people so I did not want to wait." See? How could that be wrong. "And this time I'm just afraid of you waiting."

"Geez. I can't believe such good words could come out of a man's mouth like Yotha. How emotional."

"Fake."

How can he see it?

"Want a drink? Let me buy it for you." Seeing him come back to the same lunch without water, I wanted to volunteer as a good friend, but the other party refused to accept the kindness by shaking his head and then concentrating on eating in silence. Occasionally I look at the other party. Admittedly, he is bright-faced, hard to belittle. As for the love story, please allow me to move to the next life and discuss it.

"I don't like to drink water when I eat." Suddenly the opposite person spoke quietly, making me too excited to sit still in the chair.

"What about after eating? What do you like to drink? Soda? Or herbal water, artichoke tea, chamomile tea?"

"I don't like anything sweet. Normally only drink filtered water."

Is this called opening up …?

I have a lot I want to know about Yotha. Before that I wanted to ask, but every time the opponent dodged them. But this time I made an estimate of the opponent's situation and mood. I think it might be time to take the risk of giving it a try.

"Are there any allergies to something? Let me know so I won't buy those things or take them back to the room." Each item of information that I had just filled down in the sample paper immediately popped up in my mind. It is very suitable to take as a question to understand each other better.

"No allergies."

"Is there a congenital disease?"

"Not at all."

"Like exercising?"

"When I was a kid, I hated exercising, and now I play tennis sometimes."

"So ... why did you study Civil Engineering?"

"I want to be like my father." Maybe the Faifah guy wants to be like his mother too. These two children were probably raised differently because their parents separated from each other, so their new personalities are completely opposite.

"How about a best friend?"

"No. Normally playing in a large group."

"I can be a best friend."

"Don't want to have a dog like you."

Bastard Yothaaaa! He stabs every time. It's still sticky. Mentally prepared, I could have been stabbed by an invisible knife, but did not expect to be stabbed without getting back in time. I think it's sad.

"Can we do something else like a normal person? Don't want to be a dog." I said that while blushing, my face looked gloomy. And Yotha, still sitting, showed the same face.

"Beagle Dog."

"Beagle, bastard."

"Yeah. There's nothing bad about a dog-like face."

"..."

"It's cute."

Shit!! Something exploded to pieces. I think his sentence destroyed the mind and emotional cells in several parts. I don't feel angry, but I feel happy.

This is the first time I feel that the phrase "dog face" is not as bad as I thought.

Is the dog cute or not, I don't know. But what I can sense is a certain part of Yotha's personality…. Is just adorable.

After eating rice I felt particularly good.

Yotha left. See asking to submit the question form. So I whistled as I walked back to the dorm in a relaxed mood. The ten male dorm friends are still rooted in the common room. Fish rice does not eat anywhere, we gobbled up french fries. If I have a stomach ache in the future, It will be worth it.

"Gun is here already? Team up for a game?" Book greeted me as he pressed his fingers wildly on the screen of the phone.

"No. I'm stupid. I can't play." Tried it, the results are not very satisfactory. The character who had just set foot on the ground was shot to death. I think I probably have no aptitude for this. Seeing the smell must go back to teasing friends like before.

"In short, did you eat rice?" Another friend asked.

"Well, if you're done playing, go eat. The shop closes soon." Kong's with his seniors of his code, so I'm not worried about him. I'm worried about the rest of them.

"Okay."

"Have you filled out the questionnaire form?"

"What form of question?"

"The one that the seniors asked you to give him. Seeing to fill in personal information too. I think it must be important when participating in the faculty activity."

"No one gave anything."

"Uh. Don't you guys have to fill it out?" Too confusing.

"So who did the seniors give it to?"

"Yotha."

"..."

Do not want to believe must also believe. All stopped moving as if the Earth stopped spinning. The 10 male dorm friends all raised their faces to look at me. Even the cell phone in hand loses its meaning.

"What the hell is wrong?" They have been in that position for a few minutes, so I can't help but react.

"You said Yotha was the one who distributed the questionnaire?"

"Right."

"I'm going to ask you the truth. Who dares ask for it? Every guy's scared of being gagged. And every industry has a leader, they take care of that stuff. No need for the questionnaire." The one who just said that, he's the leader of the first year in the machinery industry.

"I don't know. But did nobody get one?"

"Yeah." From the eyes of the people who are gathered here, not only Chemistry, but also other industry friends. And it's very difficult for all of them to not receive the questionnaire.

I can only think and wonder. As I walked out of the room scratching my head, I immediately met Faifah drinking Red Bull at the entrance.

"Did you get a questionnaire?" Go straight to the question, no need to begin with the same old questions.

"What kind of questionnaires?" Same answer.

"Sample question from seniors."

"No."

"Didn't Yotha give it to you?"

"Wait. Is Yotha the one who gave it to you?" I nodded, facing Faifah who slowly smiled and then turned to laugh as much as possible. Red Bull was all over. What was it? I have to think, analyze and distinguish. "If that's the case, it's not his senior's, it's his own."

"What did you say? Say it again."

"Yotha is like that. Likes to take a detour."

"I don't understand."

"What you fill out, it won't submit to seniors. Trust me. He will keep it to himself for reading."

"Huh?"

"Um. Congratulations."

"......"

"He wants to get to know you."