NITIMAN 4

 

Chapter 4:
About… The Law Department of Big Guns.

Editor - XxcrasherxX

Today we have English classes with other departments in the school building from 9 to 10am. Once class ended, I had time to go out and search for a restaurant near the back of the school for breakfast and lunch.

When I checked the time on my phone, it was about half an hour until 1:00 pm. We, the single dogs (but more close friends than the military) chose to bring the entire gang to a restaurant where they could get something to eat while waiting for the afternoon class.

“This year's dark horse is the Faculty of Law. P'Do hasn't said it yet.” - It was Jack who said it as he opened the back door to get off the car first. The next ones are P'Sing and Khim, who act as the driver. I, the owner of the car (but never thought of driving myself), hurriedly got my wallet and immediately followed the rest of the group.

“Really? I don’t think so.” - I shrugged and was hit by P'Sing in the head. My head almost moved forward and hit the gravel of the walkway in front of the bar.

You son of a bitch. He likes to use violence against the youngest member. What if my brain falls out? I need it to study for math!

“Stupid dog, you don't have the right to comment.” - Well, if I'm a dog, you're a fucking bastard.

I squinted at him after hearing his stupid thoughts.

Don't think that only Khim and Jack know. Damn it, they really do teamwork. He teased the group, constantly teased the group with the slogan 'Jack knows… The world knows' which can be used all year round. Last night after I left the conversation with Jack. P'Sing's chatting box was continuously popping up. After English lessons, I was teased by them all until now.

“You can tell it’s trash.”

“Please take off your mask of prejudice. Can you beat the former college graduate?” - Jack bored his face before he changed to a smile: Yeah, take off that mask of scabies* and your stupid dog too. "

(* E/N: Scabies is skin disease.)

“Doggg.”

Hearing what he just said, my brain immediately recalled what happened last night.

I was awake till 3:00 in the morning, distracted by Jack, so I went to dig up and read some old conversations with Wisavakorn. I soon realized that there's nothing to get out of it except for him messing around. So I switched to looking at his Facebook up until last year, and I didn't see anything else to prove that he liked me.

Apart from music links from YouTube and photos from basketball pages, there are only new soccer shoes, and the soccer score he likes sharing. He also doesn't have a status. He uploaded a picture of himself half an year ago. Most are only tagged images. Watching it for a while, I figured out maybe he was just using Facebook to send homework to the teacher. Otherwise, it's really just for group chat.

But one thing I found out is that he is crazy about Arsenal*. His cover photo is also of Arsenal. The shared quotes are all from the Arsenal fan page. And I'm a Man-U fan. Even in soccer, he is cheering for the other team. I don't expect to have a good relationship with Wisavakorn. My friends think too much.

(* Arsenal is a football club of England, Man U is Manchester United, rival team of Arsenal.)

Even if I don't want to admit it at all, it's okay to admit it. Bom’s very good, but so what? Just him and 3-4 more players. If we thought we were going to fight the former champion of Engineering, we would go. Khim is here. College athletes added four more, practicing soccer every day until proficiency. That Law Faculty? Probably similar to Arsenal.

“Well, I also think law school is a dark horse. Yesterday if I had not been there, I would never know that Bom was so good. Back in high school he only played basketball.”

This time Khim spoke up, Jack and P'Sing also nodded to show their agreement. His expression started to get serious when it came to soccer. And I can only follow them quietly and listen to their conversation. I want to talk with them, but I think it'd be better if I don't talk with them again. Especially when the topics discussed involve Bom. They won’t stop coming back to tease me again.

“Last year P'Do said he was eliminated after the first two games. Like a new club, this year pretending to be late to get knocked out? Fuck, it's worth betting money on." – Jack laughed out loud. His words may sound funny, but I know that my heart is pounding and crying thinking that I shouldn't underestimate their department.

Oh, although it's just a department that has formed a team for the last 2 years. But each year they accept more students, giving them a wide variety of options, no different from our Engineering department.

“It's not just your friend Bom, Khim. But during these 3 years I observed, a lot of them have improved a lot. In one year there were some really good strikers. Who is it? His name was Yu or something and Un guy number 32. They’ve got perfect coordination together. I'm so nervous." - P'Sing added. A new lakorn character has been added. Number 32 Un…

“Yesterday, I played the first half and the second half. I was tired. The coach who is an under-educated guy, is also a national team player. That’s right!”

"When we attack, they will attack again. Techniques are boring to anyone." - They're talking and rubbing their hands as if they've got goosebumps. I'm not afraid of anything…

“God damn it… There are no more tables.”

Jack freaked out as soon as he opened the door and walked into the bar. Looking inside, it really is already running out of tables. Each seat is fully occupied from the inside out. Except…

“It’s really over.” - …Wisavakorn

Khim raised his eyebrows and followed P'Sing in the direction of the tall figure of his friend in the bar. All of a sudden, the son of a bitch Jack's whistle went off.

That's right. Because it's my enemy from my past life, I don't know if the earth is round or if the earth is too small to meet each other. Your department's so far away from here. How'd you get your head all the way here?

I tried not to notice him and looked around the bar to see if any empty tables could seat 4 people. I was looking for a while to figure out there was only the long table in the corner of the bar that can accommodate 10 people which is also Bom’s table.

Seeing his bag and a stack of books on his table, I figured he had come with others. But he's alone now. Sitting wearing headphones, plugged in and reading books, not interested in anyone. Even the girls of other tables pretend to take a selfie but actually fit him in the back of the frame. Some tables stare at him as if they will chew off his head.

Why? Why didn't I suspect in the first place? In the morning, I also saw for a glance this morning that Yu was checking in at this pub and tagged 3-4 friends. But who would have thought they'd stay until now? If I had known that I wouldn't have come here in the first place.

“I think we should go to another place. The aircon isn't cool today.” - I interrupted, thinking of stepping out.

“No need to be slick. You come here.” - Jack chuckled. Not only pulling me, but he took my arm and clamped it into his armpit. I couldn't help but sigh, accepting to follow him because there was nothing more I could do. I don't know what I'm afraid of, I just know that I'm not ready to meet with Bom right now. There's not much reason. I just really don't want to see him.

We like to visit this bar very often. Because the atmosphere is so nice, sitting next to the field, drinking hot coffee, mixing with nature, enjoying the cool air. There are many dishes to choose from, whether it's salty or sweet. Moreover, you can sit and relax at night, drink beer and cocktails, and listen to love songs.

Even though the bar is located in a small corner, it’s said that if you want to find rare goods like us, you must come to this bar. Well … This is not a prank, just a review of the bar.

“Hey! Bom!”

Jack called to the man sitting alone at the table over there. I rolled my eyes for the hundredth time of the day, watching the summoned person raise his face from his thick book of Law. Bom kept his calm composure as he usually does, raising his eyebrows instead of answering.

“My friend doesn't have a seat. Let’s sit together.” - I turned to look at Jack's fucking face in a hurry. Oh, you son of a bitch! If you want to sit down, why do you have to use me as an excuse?

“Sit down.” – Bom didn’t refuse either. He replied in a casual tone. After glancing at me for a moment, he looked down to read the book again.

“Let's save four seats. My friend's getting his stuff. He'll be back in a minute.” - He went on without even lifting his face from the book. Both ears are still wearing earphones connected to the black iPhone 7 plus placed face down on the table but he still answers us. I don't know if it's playing real music or if it’s just a cover because he doesn't want anyone to bother him.

And what the fuck is this about? Hell, Jack, was playing like a jostle and poked me until I had to sit in front of Bom. 'Damned! Sirobin '(song title) I see a girl at the next table sneaking a photo. But the strange thing is that the camera seems to be facing me instead. Although I don't like it, it makes me feel quite happy. Every time I'm with Bom, I always get the screen on me.

“What should we eat?” – Khim asked. The three of them responded in unison with 'the same', which he probably already knew so he stood up and walked over to the counter.

“I’m going out to talk on the phone.” - Jack said that along with the most deceitful look in the world.

“I'm going out for a smoke.” - P'Sing played along. As soon as they finished speaking they immediately left. After a while, I looked outside and saw both of them smoking cigarettes and talking about something together. Fuck, just leave me here with him, just the two of you. Charapon*! (The answer used by the monks or as the opening sentence when the monk talks to someone)

I picked up my phone because there was nothing to do but sit around and wait for the waiter to bring out the food I ordered. At least it's better than watching the guy sitting in front of him, reading books everywhere.

Every time I go online, I tend to indulge in it no matter what. I surf my Facebook timeline continuously. I don’t forget to check-in and report the schedule to friends on Facebook and more than seven thousand followers as usual.

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Only a few seconds but 10 people have already hit Like. Some girls message me, some people they’ll follow me… You're hot~.

I laughed and answered the messages sent by them. I also felt that the guy in front of me looked up 2-3 times. In the end I heard his sigh, along with the sound of a book folding, as he took his earphones out of his ears. Then he looked in my direction with teasing eyes as he usually does.

“What?” - I looked up and asked. After making eye contact he turned to look at a bird on a tree outside and said.

“Nothing.” – He answered with a bold face. Just now I saw him staring. I thought that if I was a Siamese fighter fish* I would be pregnant by now.
*Siamese fighting fish mate in a unique way called pressed (or wrapped). When mating the male wraps around the female tightly, each time the female will produce 10 to 40 eggs, the male immediately releases his sperm into each egg.

“Nothing, but you were looking at me.”

“Can't I look at you?”

“No way. I'm not letting you see. Is there a problem?” - I raised my eyebrows. Then he sighed again.

“No.”

“…” – I shut up. Wondering what he'll say when I see his lips lift.

“It's just your face looks like a dog.”

“Son of a bitch.” - People are trying to listen. Wherever he goes, he insults me. I also understand that there's nothing to expect from someone like him.

I bowed my head to go back to playing on the phone. I'm tired of his swearing ‘dog’. The three of them outside are also making fun of me. So much so that I didn't know if it’s Bom or I who’s their friend.

When I looked up again I saw the person in front of me reading the book. His hand was struggling to write something on the report like a summary. Then stopped writing and went back to his old style again … sitting and watching my face.

“I don’t understand anything I’m reading.” – He said.

“It's your problem.” - I answered without even looking up at his face.

“I've said it before, right? That you are my distraction.”

I sighed heavily. Tell you what, I'm pissed off. I don't know what's going on with my phone, but I'm still staring at it.

“What the hell are you doing? You're sitting quietly on my phone. I am the only one who's talking." - Besides not admitting your mistake, you blame it on someone else. Hell…

“Go sit over there.” – In addition to not listening to me, he also nodded his head towards the chair at the other side of the table.

“You think I really want to sit in front of you?”

I grabbed my bag and prepared to get up. It's fine that Jack’s not here. There's no one blocking the chair. I'm too lazy to argue with him.

But suddenly he held my hand. Standing still, I turned my head and looking at my wrist, gripped by his rough hand with a speechless feeling, without saying it he knows how uncomfortable it is.

“I'm just kidding. Sit here.” – He said it with the same expression without seeing any joke. He's sighing like someone who just told a lie.

"Liver teaser.” – I sit down.

Originally, I didn't really intend to sit here anymore because I thought that if I still sat in front of him like this, then him raising his fist would definitely happen. But because my 3 friends from hell were walking in with the other 4 students, I decided to sit down.

“It's because the law department gave you a beating.” - It's not hot yet, he's starting a war of trying to poke my heel again.

“If you're smart enough, you'll find out the difference between dark circles and black eye sockets. I'll prove it, okay?” - With my fist to your eye socket!

“So what's wrong?” - That's because of you, buffalo, came to leave dust for me to clean.

All I could do was scream it in my heart and not speak out loud. For fear that this will become an issue again. And of course, I don't want to think about that.

The source of the story is …

It's a face chat from Jack and damn P'Sing. There was a text message from an acquaintance who asked me a few questions earlier, 'Who is this person?' 'Bom flirting with Jin?' ‘Are you being pursued by Bom?’. The harshest words were 'Nong Jin is gay, why don't you tell me!' It was to the point of me not being able to sleep all night.

Moreover, when I woke up in the morning, I had to sit and explain it to Arui, the owner of the Cute and Cool Boys page. In the private messages section too, everyone gathered saying that the famous school celebrity was flirting with me. Even though I haven't done anything yet. In the end, I had to say that we're just friends, jokingly teasing each other, so don't misunderstand.

Here, fuck this place.

"I also have homework to do, do I have something to think about? I'm in college, it's not elementary school where students finish soccer, go home to drink milk and go to bed."

“Well, your face might be good for being an elementary school student too, drinking milk, slapping your ass to sleep.”

“That's bullshit.”

“Stupid face.”

“You've got some nerve. Your talking is even more annoying to me.” - I pressed to send a shy sticker to the girl I was texting, but my real-world was different. Social media is really scary.*

(* Jin is talking to Bom, these dialogues were said between them but Jin is saying them while chatting with a girl on his phone.)

"So what do you think? Is it my problem?"

Sometimes he acts smart enough to make me think that when he was born, his mother might have put acid in his mouth instead of breast milk. But no matter how smart you are, don't even think I'm going to say it.

“Think about your business? You’re not important enough. My brain doesn't have enough room for you to go in there like that, don't worry."

He answered nothing but instead decided to keep his head down and read the next book. Just in time his friends and my friends walked in with the food they ordered.

Ooh … Looking at it all at once, are these all human? I thought it was a giant. Each person is at least 180cm or more. Looks familiar too, like the same bunch of people who made fun of me at the law school cafeteria.

“Here, your iced coffee. No milk, no sugar, no sweetness. I ordered and paid for it.” - Jack put the glass down right in front of me, prepared for us to sit next to each other.

"Why did you not just bring me ground coffee beans to drink."

“Oh, you want the rest? I thought that you were with Bom, already sweet enough. - Jack smiled, one eyebrow lifted as he turned to look for the man who was quietly watching.

What’s with this Bom, huh, just looking over with his murderous eyes like he's been doing all his whole life.

“Ayyy” - His friend's teasing followed. Getting along so well. Were we that close when we came in?

"You son of a bitch." - I cursed him before I lifted the cup to drink it, feeling the bitter taste and aroma of the coffee. I knew right away they were going to make fun of me.

"This is my friend." – Bom who was silent for a long time suddenly spoke. I scanned the four newcomers laughing at me. Looks like they've gotten to know Jack, Khim, and P'Sing while they were outside. I glanced at Yu since we were already close to each other since the Starlight Festival last semester and then turned my eyes to the guy with the glasses.

"This is Jay, and this is Un." – Yeah… Number 32: "And this is Song."

“'Song' is a short pronunciation. It means a song in English.” - The last guy to be introduced quickly explains his name.

"Really? I thought it was a long pronunciation like Song Paabpa*."
*envelope thorns, thorns

“Well, I thought the same way when I first saw his name on the nametag at the junior’s orientation.” - Un entered the conversation while still holding cocoa juice in his mouth.

”I diligently voted for you during the Moon Star contest, I didn't think you would actually be bothering me." - Song seemed serious at first, but at the end he cursed at me. I just realized that I've been fooling around a lot on my own. I wonder if it was spread from the guy sitting across from me or not? Oh my god…

"Thank you very much. But even if you didn't vote, I would’ve won."

"Such an overwhelming score. If you wouldn't have won, who else would have?"

“Yeah” - I burst out laughing when it hit my own narcissism and pride.

It may seem too narcissistic, but it's true. I can measure it with the screams from that day. Well, there was Charles, the Faculty of Medicine, who looks pretty good, but he didn’t answer the question very well. His answer was like not wanting to be the moon and being forced to participate in the contest, neither did I.

But they're already in there, insulted by my peers that I’m only there due to my face and likes to be late for cheering. That's why I have to do my best to restore my reputation. So the title of the first-year king became mine without any unfairness until today.

"There’s nobody who doesn't know the school's moon this year. Jin… Faculty of Engineering, the name is notorious." - Said the guy with the glasses who’s named Jay. I don't know what kind of "notorious" he means. I laughed at my incomprehensible popularity. A little glance in the direction Bom shows him sitting quietly looking at me like before.

"Is the law department playing offense or defence tonight?" – Jack’s the one who opens the topic even though he knows his opponent would never speak. But boys and boys, when it comes to games, porn, and football, are like fish in water.

"The Law Department has never been defensive, you also find that we attack all the time." - Un replied, who has just gotten the chicken he ordered a while ago. It looks like only Bom, Un, and Yu are the athletes of the team. As for Jay and Song, I saw them briefly on Khim's Facebook page because they were in a band together.

“Technology* is not defensive either.” – P’Sing quickly argued.

(*Department of Technology)

"Seeing the Law Department for a while they must be defensive."

“Oh my god…”

Since then, he kept talking but I didn’t understand any of it. I have no role to play so I can only sit quietly with my phone. I wait for the sweets that were ordered to be brought out, even though I have waited for a lifetime I have not seen them yet. I'm about to eat the table.

"Why did you come?" - Bom suddenly asked. His voice was not loud enough to attract the attention of the entire group of people who are still talking about football. After the soccer game, I heard that tonight we're going to cheer for Manchester United and Arsenal in the pub together. Let's go. We've only known each other for hours.

"Why I came has nothing to do with you." - I answered while my fingers were still typing chat messages to the girl from the Administration faculty I met at the pub the night before.

"We're about to leave."

"If you intend to go home, just go home. Did I tie your legs to the table?” - I raised my head to answer and saw his friends cleaning up their books into their bags. But they still continue to talk about football without stopping. It's late afternoon now, but when I realized they’ve been together since the morning, I understood. I guess I'm just going to sit around and let the girls watch me.

When he heard my answer, he sighed. And Jack, who has overheard our conversation for a long time interrupted.

"Well, let me answer that. Jin didn't tie your legs, but he held your body and heart together, didn’t he Bom?" - Boy, it's a good thing he only whispered to the two of us. Otherwise, the whole bar would have definitely gone crazy. Bom didn't answer at first, instead he turned his face to look out the window and whisper to himself…

"At first I didn't want to admit it, but now I think it's true."

“Hey!” - Jack patted his knee and cried out. All I could do was hastily tuck my phone into my pocket. I can't hold my phone anymore because my hands are shaking now. Furthermore, my arm was raised to make sure they couldn't see it.

"What position do you play?" – I sit down and he talks about soccer even though the others have finished talking.

“Stupid, why would you ask that?” I replied.

"I just want to know what you're going to do to them."

"Don't underestimate defenders like me. We're tough in this position, so I’ll just say it. Just try to attack.” - I quickly returned to an itchy mouth state. On second thought… Oh, I misspoke. I told him!

"If you're going to come tomorrow, come earlier than today." - He stood up, put his bag on his shoulder, and followed his friends, who had already gone out.

"If I knew I'd come and see you tomorrow, I'd rather not come."

“Suit yourself.”

"Hurry up, it's annoying."

"Well, go ahead bitch. See you tonight."

After saying this, he rubbed my hair with his hand. But don't think it will be as sweet and affectionate as a drama. The hair that I tried to get up early in the morning to sit and style for half an hour, is now messy because of him!

Even though I was going to open my mouth to curse him, the fact is that all I could do was sit still without blinking. Looking at the empty chair in front of me. When I regained consciousness, he had already left.

Extremely daring. Extremely daring to mess with my head…

I suddenly turned to look at Jack's face with glaring eyes as if to say… You also think like me, right buddy? You see what he just did to me, right? You see how he was insulting me right? Jack also nodded furiously, reaching up to cover his mouth as he exclaimed…

“Oh my god!” – Oh my god this guy.

I looked out of the bar hurriedly and found that his gang of 5 were all sitting upright on motorbikes. Un's the only one driving a car. A girl watched so eagerly that her neck was about to break. When I turned back again it was just the same time as when P 'brought out the melon bingsu and added that…

”Someone paid for it. He said his name is B Bom.” and walked away. Let me sit dumbfounded in the middle of my friends' second round of laughter.

"Oh, why doesn't he like me? I'll beg him to pay and give him my head to touch." - P'Sing said it funnily, but I said that I didn’t find it funny. I gave up, he can say whatever.

“You have to be a bitch first. Otherwise, he doesn't like you.”

"So what kind of leprosy do I have to give him?"

"Drunken and cutesy face as well as demanding to be taken back to the table."

"Who's acting cute? A face like me?"

"Hey, I could punch you if you were not my brother." - I turned to look at them both, and I heard Jack and Khim laughing along. So I turned around to send him a middle finger as a gift.

"You bastard Jin." - Jack called.

"What!" I replied, turning to look at him with annoyance.

"I told you I don't believe it, he likes you!" - You don't have to say it again, I know!

"Ooh, red face again, motherfucker!"

Well, I think that the weather in Thailand today is hot. I told you already the air conditioner in today's restaurant isn't very cool… I don't want to eat bingsu anymore. I don't want to eat it, but I want to dip my face in it instead.

I've been teased by him, juniors and seniors.

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Evening.

After school was over, we dragged our bodies from the classroom to the school's central stadium, even though we were still wearing workshop shirts and had to change directly downstairs.

The match will start at 6 o'clock, there is half an hour for us to prepare and discuss. In half an hour, the referee will allow us to start the warm-up.

“Can you stand it, Jin? Can you block the ball after watching the game yesterday?”

P'Do turned to ask. I nodded but I honestly didn’t know if I could do what I thought or not. From watching Bom attack in the second half, three consecutive goals, I was still scared. Seeing P'Ta sitting and making a face regretfully because his foot is in a cast and can't participate. I can only sigh.

"I think so, I'll play instead of Ta then let Jin play the central midfield position for me, helping Khim. If there's a chance to score, we'll go for it. When you were practicing, you didn't play that bad. Your aim was pretty accurate.” - P'Sing interrupted. He came up with a pretty good outline plan. Everyone nodded in agreement.

Seeing P’Sing, it seems like a job when it comes to soccer. More seriously, it's time to bet on football.

"From what I saw yesterday, number six is also violent. Besides, it’s just the first match, we can't figure out which formation they will follow."

“If I had to guess, I think the second half will be more aggressive.”

"That's right. Actually, yesterday the Law Department took the number 6 back in the second half."

Everyone’s expressions look so serious. But sometimes a few jokes are put out, making the situation a little less stressful. We won against the Faculty of Economics. If we lose against the Faculty of Law, we aren’t necessarily disqualified. And thinking back there is a higher chance of winning because the title of the former championship gives us more willpower. Besides, there are several athletes from the university on our team.

During that time we can only sit and discuss together, applying massage oil. Someone rubbed it all over their hands and legs until they were oily, if they dragged each other out in the sun, I think you could fry eggs.

And then as time passed by, it was time to warm up on the field.

I looked down at the courtyard and saw that the team in black had arrived. Big Gun Law Faculty is here, sir. It’s not Arsenal Big Gun, but it is the word 'Law Faculty - Big Gun' actually on the soccer jersey of each member on the team.

The 'Big Gun' up there meant nothing to the boys but the 'big gun' underneath was the same colour black pants as the shirt. I rolled my eyes again when I saw the gang of Bom, each with white skin reflecting in the 5pm sun. You're already white and you're wearing black. (* E/N: Gives Sarawat vibes)

Today the cheering crowd is still standing as crowded as before. Of course, there will be things that will happen more than in the previous matches. We heard a rumble from the stands of the Faculty of Law. Adding to the screams from the audience are the people in blue workshop shirts which have always felt solemn.

Before the actual game can take place, the sound of the announcement via the microphone must ring out some voices.

“Does football have a program to exchange members between faculties this year, Khun Te?”

"Why is that khun Ek?"

"So I see Wisavakorn number 6 in the Faculty of Law and the Faculty of Engineering also has Nitikorn No. 22."

"That's the athlete's name."

Listeners like me can only sigh tiredly as I walked onto the field. Suddenly, Jack who was walking in front of us stopped. Not only him, even Khim and his seniors, the two people walking in front of them also stopped their feet and turned to look at each other.

"Whoa! Bom is the goalkeeper!"

I don't believe it.

The smiles on each person's faces can be temporarily seen as a good thing. What happened to the Faculty of Law that allowed the team's best striker to be a goalkeeper!

I can only think about it with curiosity, but I ended up taking my time to get to the field. Well, let's see which side gets the first goal.

Looking at the opponent team's goal, it’s not far away, you can see that Bom is standing looking in this direction. His gaze was strange as if he was panicking about something. I let him know the position I was going to be in today. Oh, buffalo, no game monitoring. You die with me, I'll attack you!

The whistle signalled that the match had begun. Our Technical Team is the one who gets the ball first by using the very basic method of rock-paper-scissors. Why are you exaggerating? It's a football match between departments, not at an international level. But someone is acting like an international soccer player. Kind of like Jack. What about me? The most handsome man in the world.

I ran to the side of the football field with Khim, who's still doing his job without a hitch. He can dribble, pass, or even keep the ball at his feet.

His father indeed sent him to soccer lessons since he was a child, so now he can control the ball and quickly attack the opponent's penalty area. But that also doesn't mean that he will escape from the encirclement of Un and Yu who are always on either side.

Now that Yu got the ball back, he immediately turns around and rushed towards our goal. These two are also strange. From what I observed yesterday, no matter how dangerous they are they have never kicked the ball. The same goes for Bom.

Forty-five minutes passed like hell, chasing each other until exhaustion. During the first half, neither team scored a goal. In the break I walked off the field, gasping for breath, listening to P'Do's nagging even though we seemed to have the advantage of not having Bom running around the field. Finally, we have to change to a new game.

Looks like during the first round, the Law Faculty didn't attack as violently as yesterday, which is pretty good. But their defensive play, they play very well. P'Do couldn't predict anything right. Another thing is that the Law Department has changed most of the players I met yesterday to new ones. What's more shocking is that a striker like Bom is playing goalkeeper. But I'm glad.

"Engineers, fighting!"

Encouraged by P'Do using abusive language and intimidating alcohol, we stood up and gathered together. Then together we all ran into the field, each one in their own position.

He suddenly wanted to scream and swear loudly, when he saw the striker of the Law side changed. It's not just Bom, it's the same guy as yesterday.

"Bitch. Why are they making fun of us?" - Jack was running to his spot, but he turned around and cursed at me in frustration.

I shrug my shoulders. It's not a good consensus. But it was really impossible to see the play of the other team. They've changed their formation. The first half was played in a 4-4-3 formation, but the second half was 4-2-3-1 with Bom as the attacker. The middle row, the back row, hell he’s right. But even if their defence plan is good, if they play like this it's still difficult to attack.

I watch as Bom walks up close with his usual carefree expression. I'm sick of their gameplay and I'm sick of their faces.

"Why did you say you're a defender?" - He asked without turning his face to me, instead his gaze was fixed on the ball that was at the referee's feet.

"You believed me too?" - I replied jokingly. Actually, I was playing that position as well, it was just changed right before the official match.

"If I didn't believe it, why would I be a goalie?"

"Then you went to do that just because I was a defender?"

"I don't want to kick your ass."

"…..” - What's wrong with you: " Er … Yeah, then I'm going to kick your ass. Prepare yourself."

I ran as hard as I could, right after the ball was delivered. I hurried to lead the ball to the opposite side. My eyes were looking to see where P'Go is at, but instead, they met the beefy body of the enemy Bom, not far away. Looking closely for a while, he showed a teasing smile to me.

Bastard, your body is big. Finally the guy Khim I love also rushed in to help, with the hand signalling to the person on the left. I initially passed and thought that it would escape, but it didn't. Oiiii.

Bom came in with his foot in the air, skilfully trying to steal the ball. Causing harm to both me and Khim must be a duo running along both sides.

The distance before and after gradually shortened, I decided to rush in there hoping to get the ball back. But just as I got there he had stuck out his leg to kick the ball, my body fell down and rolled a few times on the pitch. It was followed by the referee's whistle indicating a foul.

"Looks like the Faculty of Engineering will get a penalty kick then khun Ek."

"If that's the case, then the Law Department will be in trouble. Let's wait and see if the Law Department can do it."

Bom quietly walked over to find me in a state of sweat running down my face and even extended his hand out for me to grasp. But I just touched it lightly and waved my hand as if nothing had happened and tried to lift my body up. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my ankles and knees once I got up.

I took a breath, my eyes fixed on the ball set at the penalty spot, not far from the goal. Looking for Khim, he was standing in front of the player of the Faculty of Law on the left-wing and I decided to run at the ball.

The ball flew over the goalkeeper's head and scored the first goal for the Engineering Department. The screams from the cheering stands on our Engineering department side could be heard clearly.

"Wow, the Engineering department ball is in the net."

"Breaking the net in the 55th minute with the Faculty of Law by No. 22 taking the free-kick, shooting the ball in the upper right corner. If the ball is rushing in that direction, there's no way to stop it.”

I was so happy when I heard it. But my laugh didn’t last very long, my knees almost collapsed. At the same time the changeover sign was posted, and I knew that it was time for me to leave the field for P'Kla, who was waiting to enter the second half like yesterday to take my place.

"Are you ok, Jin?" - P'Do patted me on the head as soon as he got off the field. But didn’t forget to ask for symptoms upon seeing my strange walk.

I shook my head to say it's okay. But by the time it was done, the fucking pain started. I took off my shoes and socks and found blood, so P'Do ordered me to see a doctor at the first aid station. There is only a first-year classmate who is the substitute.

I want to stay and watch the ball. But it is better to go to the hospital and get the wound sewed up by a doctor than stay on the football field. It was dark by the time I got out of the emergency room, around 8 p.m. With the X-ray, I had to wait for results for several hours.

It doesn't hurt much, after all. Only the knee was hit, the ligament rupture of the foot was not very serious. But it takes more than 2 weeks of recovery to heal. During this time, the doctor told me to limit physical activity and avoid heavy exercise. That means I'm not allowed to play the next game. Despite trying to score a beautiful and cool goal.

(Dead?)

And this is the first greeting from Jack, my dear friend, right after I picked up his call. Previously, there were nearly 10 missed calls, of which 8 were from him.

"Not yet … Still breathing.” – I said in a low voice.

(So what did the doctor say?)

"I hit my knee, it’s bruised a little purple, but I broke my ankle ligament."

(Wow, get well soon. We have to show power the day after tomorrow against management.)

"Oh, how was it?"

(Lost, bastard.) - This time, the sound immediately dulled.

"How much?"

(4:1 Damn it!) – I sighed.

I wouldn't want to admit it either, but this year's law school is a real deal. We’ve been winning as runner-up in graduate school and trying to follow the former champions in our engineering department. More frightening than the last 2 games, the Faculty of Law was aggressive in the second half, how do you get 4 goals in 45 minutes? You're out of your mind.

"After I kicked one in no one scored another goal, huh? That's so lame."

(Dog. You didn't come and watch. Damn it, Bom's crazy. I take back the compliment of being good and athletic. Buffalo. He robbed me so many times. When the referee blew the whistle time-out, he left the football field. There's no apology nor look. I'm not shipping you with him anymore. I'm so angry.) - Yeah well, who allowed you to ship from the start?

"Enough, away from the soccer field for a while and you’ll be just as happy as before.”

(I'll let him pay for all the drinks tonight.) - What to say: (Then how are you? Are you going to go?)

"Go." - I don't know what happened, but I had already said it.

"9 o'clock, come pick me up at the dorm."

(Ok.)

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The music in the bar gets louder every day. Perhaps because today is Friday, it’s the weekend, so students do not have to worry about getting drunk and not being able to wake up for school. Because the next day is Saturday and Sunday anyway, you can get the full day's sleep if you don’t have any make-up classes.

And believe me, Friday is arguably the best time to pay for alcohol.

I lifted my body out of the car and followed Jack into the bar. The later it is, the more people there are. I can't push people around. A moment later, Jack ran out of the pub and whispered to me that his mother was calling.

I walked over to sit at the table where Yu and Un were already sitting. I can see Khim on the stage, passionately playing the drums, but I can't see the main lead. Sitting and sipping beer and listening to music is fine, that's okay. Suddenly there was a buffalo body sitting next to me.

When I turned around, I found that it was … Wisavakorn.

"You're not singing today?" - I spoke casually without looking at the other person's face.

"There’s a stupid dog around here that says my voice sounds like a buffalo." – Irony towards me again.

"It’s good to know your identity." - I picked up the beer mug again and sipped it. His eyes are still on the stage. At the same time, he was swaying to the tune of COCKTAIL's song 'Kneeling' which Khim’s band was playing. I’m starting to understand about Im now. But I still often struggle when alone or when drunk.

"How's the leg?" - He asked me while I felt that he was still staring at me.

"I'm not going to die, it's just a ligament."

"Does it hurt?" - I silently turned to look at its face. He didn't wait for me to reply, but instead interrupted with a sentence that made me sit still like a mute: "What are you stubborn about?"

When I saw the look in his eyes, I guessed it.

He knows. He knows that I deliberately rushed to his feet to make him break the rules. Right now all I can do is sit quietly and look back at him. I don't know what to say. I felt like my mouth was stitched up. It's like when your mom caught you in fourth grade stealing money from behind the refrigerator to buy a 5 bhat bag of quail eggs. Back then I also thought I was cute.

"You're stupid not telling the referee." - I'll admit to it straight away, there's nothing to lose. I was miserable, what P'Sing taught me: "Who borrowed my liver* when I was on the football field?"

(* E/N: borrowed my liver - teased me.)

"You're such a stubborn cunt."

"Do you want to punch me? If you want us to make fun of each other again, I'm ready." I said.

"To win, you don't have to do that."

"……."

"I gave up since I knew it was you."

"…you stole my friend's ball and then you scored?" - I quickly changed the subject without looking at his face, and instead watched Khim play the drums on the stage. Looking closely, he knew that the guitarist was Song, and the keyboardist was Jay.

"That's what your friend wanted."

"Jack got a hernia because of you, too. Drink to him."

"I'm only mad at myself for hurting you."

Ok… I don't need to talk to him anymore.

Then what's the point of heating up? Because it was set up by Jack and P'Sing. My heart's racing. Normally, it would only feel bland to hear those words, but now it doesn't feel the same as before. I should probably stay away from him for more than now. Anyway, I still like breasts, like water and electricity.

Soon after, Jack came in with P'Sing.

Kim's band is playing between 8:30 and 10:00 p.m. today. He came to join us at the table after his performance. Listening to sad songs that the bar is playing while waiting for the band to come up again at 11.

At that time, everyone at the table looked up at the football match played by the large projector on the wall of the restaurant. Currently, there’s a battle between Arsenal and Manchester United. I can't wait for this match either.

"Oh, let the ball go out of bounds instead of getting it back? MU fans also took a selfie with the ball.” - Immediately, Yu opened his mouth and started to cheer by my side. Funny, when all five of them were Arsenal fans. And for our gang, we've dedicated our hearts to MU. By the time the game is over, there will be a sacrifice on either side.

“MU. That leads in! Come in again, Rooney* cut the ball. In the penalty spot. Oh!! The ball hit the goal again. Penalty. Hey, another penalty for Manchester United. Yes." - P'Sing raised his glass of wine, roaring with joy. It looks like you're starting to get it. He gently stroked the four 500 notes on the table as if the money would be his.

"Then why didn't the referee shout for fouls … Don't make a foul!" - I raised my face and shouted into the ear of the silent guy beside me. I know he's a Gunner. You're pretending to be quiet, but you're shooting fireworks inside, right?
*Gunners the name of Arsenal fans.

He turned to look at me thoughtfully, mouth moved to say 'bullshit' but I did not turn around and continued to cheer. I'm fucking satisfied. We didn’t win in soccer this afternoon, so I'll win the bet now.

"P'Wayne* rushed in. Right now, shoot!"
*Wayne Rooney: The player who has scored the most goals for MU.

"Here we goooo." - Screams resounded throughout the shop as soon as MU made the penalty kick, bringing the lead to 1/0 by captain Wayne Rooney, nicknamed our amazing flying pig.

"A stunning goal, the first game hasn't been long." - Jack was quick to say sarcastically.

"Don't say it first." - Un turned around to argue, then turned to look at the big screen, shouting: "Be handsome for a minute. Ball. How are you? Huh? Nice attack and a goal kick. Oh, shoot. Get ready."

"Oooooo, it's in! Alright, 1/1. I told you!" – The law gangs stood up, except for Bom, and came back to mock Olivier Giroud's goal, when he had just equalized for Arsenal. I rolled my eyes and sighed as I saw Bom turn to raise his eyebrows.

"Ten minutes to go. Fuck you, asshole. Shoot!"

"The big guys are all stealers, shoot! They're in… Oh tiger, flying pig is a flying pig, he’ll never let down. Pigs that fly are truly amazing!” - MU scored again, the shot was beautiful.

"Gunners fans drink it, drink up your glasses."

The passionate football cheers ended once Manchester United beat Arsenal 2-1 after a heated soccer match. Team Law - Big Gun had to drink the glass of alcohol after what they had bet before. Losing your money and losing your sanity, that's not worth it.

As P'Sing gathered the money and divided it between us, the waitress brought more wine just like Jack said. It's because Bom stole his ball, that's why we had to buy him a drink, it's worth it.

After a while, they all started to get drunk. As for me, my leg hurts so I have no intention of getting drunk. Also because someone had teased him again. So all I could do was watch Jack hand out the wine to the table, even though he was about to put his head on the floor. The frustration with the soccer game has not disappeared yet. And when the gang gave me a small glass of wine Bom grabbed me to take the drink and drink it himself.

“You.” - I shook him up and down and his head almost broke off his neck. Bom raised his head, trying to look at me with his cold, normal eyes.

"Are you drunk yet?"

"Who?" He asked.

"I asked if you are drunk, then answer me, buffalo."

"I asked who this is?"

"Hey, me… me! Jin!"

"Jin … Stupid dog?" - His voice softened, his put face close to the nook of my neck, sniffing a few times: "Um, it's really you."

"Not me. Who else would it be?"

"You… smell." - Dog, you said I smelt like Southern red pepper paste at home a few days ago.

"He's drunk, man. He's drunk. He'll know later." - It was Jay, the one who had drunk the least in their group. Along with satisfied laughter from their group of friends. But he kept giving Bom wine so I had to take it and set it aside.

It’s not to the point where he can’t get his head off the table. Plus, he put his head on me. Not much pain right now, but I guarantee that it will be hard when I go back. Most people are drunk, and their bodies are bigger than a freshman. Who can take him back?

“Jin.”

"What? Shut up if you're drunk. Don't talk too much."

"Are you drunk?" - He reversed my question back towards me. Of course, I confidently said no. He nodded back and finally whispered, which reeked of wine.

"I'm glad you’re not drunk."

"Yeah, move now. I'm uncomfortable."

“No.” - not listening to me again. Now tell me who's drunk and who's got leprosy.

"Don't get drunk."

"No need to order me."

""Don't want anyone to see it" - Let him whine about it. I should've taken a video and posted it all over Facebook so people would scream about it. You're screwed this time.

"Your face when you're drunk…"

"…….."

"I really want to butcher you." - After saying that, he suddenly fell on my shoulder. He doesn't wake up no matter how much you call him.

Above all, don't throw up on me!