My eyes widened as soon as the power-mad demon turned his car into a place with a huge sign 'Uncle Sak Gym Boxing Camp'. After trying to repressed myself silently the whole way, I turned to look at Phum and asked him to explain what are you bringing me here for. But aside from not paying any attention to me, he just kept a calm face and went into wax figure mode.

"Take the backpack and the water behind you."

After ordering, Khun Chai threw the car key to me and instructed me to lock the car properly. He hurried me up to follow him inside. After saying that, he walked away, leaving me sitting there confused. Or is he going to use me as a punching bag?

"Slow"

Phum threw a displeased look at me when the shadow of my head appeared in the gym. I threw mine back as well. Can't you see how much stuff I carried? As for me, I walked and swinging my eggs*. I came inside and had a comfortable seat, still muttering. I hurriedly put all the things down on the bench next to me and asked him the matter that was bothering me.

* a metaphorical expression to convey a carefree, uninhibited attitude or behavior

"Why do you bring me to the boxing gym?"

Phum raised his head. He stood up and looked at me, who comes up to his shoulder, with bored eyes.

"I don't bring you here. I come here to exercise. As for you, you're my servant. Your duty is to follow and serve me."

After receiving the answer, I immediately informed my heart that Phum must watch so many dramas or he dreams to be the governor's son, so he needs a royal nanny to take care of him.

"Besides, I probably won't come to the boxing camp to ski, right?"

Sure! He was being sarcastic! Or you think you're going to sharpen your wits against me like that? Practice for ten year more.

"I thought you were coming to see Bun Bang Fai*."

* Bun Bang Fai (The Rocket Festival) is a merit-making ceremony traditionally practiced by ethnic Lao people at the beginning of the wet season in various villages and municipalities in Northeastern Thailand and Laos. The highlight of it is the competitive firing of homemade rockets. This a practice of worshiping Phaya Thaen, Peem's mother's imaginary fan.

Oh let me tell you Phum, that about taunting people, I've never been afraid of anyone. Always keep it in your mind. Phum closed his eyes, sighed slowly, and walked out of the room with a large bag over his shoulder that had a check mark like symbol on it. But in reality, they are the wings of the goddess Nike. And bad people like Phum didn't miss the chance to reach out and shove my head as he pass by. I didn't know if it was the wrong move or if he was going to kill me, because I staggered and almost fell and kissed the ground.

I punched the wind and punched the sky behind Phum's back to vent my anger. As soon as he disappeared from view, I felt like I could breathe a little easier. So I had the opportunity to observe the surroundings. Just now while Phum walked past, all the boxers who were practicing, even the instructors greeted and showed respect to him. As for me, of course, I pursed my lips in annoyance.

While waiting for that ghost to change clothes, I kept looking at things. The boxing gym here is air conditioned, quite luxurious and worth the money. There is separate rooms for different types of exercise. There are ten boxing rings. It's so vast. I heard the sound of kicking, punching, thumping, and I felt it too. It's like exercising yourself, giving you the feeling of touching your elbow while pouring holy water*.

*The water pouring ceremony 😅 Actually I don't understand this part.

Actually, I like to watch all types of boxing, such as Muay Thai, Western-style boxing, wrestling, etc. I can watch them all. But to say what I like the most, it's Muay Kard Chuek (Muay boran) because when I was a kid, I was addicted to the drama Nai Khanom Tom. Just kidding, I like it because I find it cool and charming. Fighting is also an art form, so strong yet so beautiful.

* Nai khanom tom (นายขนมต้ม) is a television drama first aired in 1996. The hero Khanom Tom is a Muay boran practitioner.

When I see something like this, questions automatically arise in my head. I immediately felt like who thought of this? Who was the first person to invent these things? In fact, I admire all the skills I can't do myself: weaving, cooking, gardening, boxing, singing, and so on. Other people may consider them trivial things, but for me, I find them amazing because it's something I can't do.

[T/N: do knitting and crocheting count?]

But in Phum's case I'll put it in another category. It is considered that the reason why he comes to boxing is that he likes to use violence, likes to use force in solving problems. It's not worthy of any admiration. Hahaha.

[T/N: Pride and Prejudice Thai version 😑]

"What are you laughing about all alone? So you're really crazy?"

That's it. Just thinking about him, the real one came. I looked over.

"You're a ding..."

I started to berate him, but I was dazed for several seconds when I saw Phum in a dark green t-shirt, the fabric was wrinkled like rags, but from the brand logo, it was probably expensive enough to buy a gold necklace, and navy blue shorts made of parachuset fabric. Even exercise clothes must be brand name from head to toe. So fucking cool! But hey, I didn't praise him. I didn't think he's handsome at all. He's just...

Just being tall, just having good skin, just  having a prominent nose, just having full chestnut lips, just having thick eyebrows, just having sharp, dark eyes, just having a face as small as the sole of a child's foot. Oh I didn't see anything. But you had already see him. Admit it, he's handsome. And leave an inscription in the history of the Thai nation that Phum is the best-looking boxer I have ever seen. Of course, his nature is probably the most badass as well.

[T/N: I'm getting second embarrassment, Peem]

That high-society boxer's brow furrowed, probably wondering about my sudden change in expression and mood. He must have confused about me. Even I was also confused about myself.

"I'm going to exercise. You sit here and watch over my things. Don't go anywhere. Do you understand?"

"Yep, I know. Just go. I will stay here. Haiz!"

When he finished ordering, he repeated that he should throw the iPhone and the wallet, which was stuffed with credit cards and a huge amount of cash to me. My heart almost fell to the floor. If I couldn't get the iPhone that you threw to me, would you be willing to take my Blackberry instead? Oh Khwan, come back! Do you think the iPhone is a khanom krok? Want to throwing it and you just throw. Fuck you! It's tens of thousand baht.

*Khanom Krok is a traditional Thai dessert. Made from flour, sugar and coconut milk.

Today I found something new about Phum. That is, not only being spoiled, difficult to please, annoying, like to show off his power and talk a few words, he also likes to throw things. Just throwing around. Being with him would probably help me increase my skills in various areas. In the past few days, I had gained many skills. Especially the skills of being patient, graduated from being a servant of Phum. In the end, I went to Nirvana before my time, enter the four stages of enlightenment. You damned bastard.

After giving me orders, Phum went to practice boxing. He practiced without a partner, kicking and punching with the punching bag. Ugh, but from the look of the punching bag and the heavy sound from it, I think his kicks and punchs are quite strong and not fun to play with. If I get kicked, my liver might burst. So fucking brutal!

After a while, a boxer who is supposed to be a trainer went up to be Phum's sparring partner. His voice cheering for him to kick echoed throughout the gym. "Kick, kick, kick, kick, ew, left, left, ew, knee, knee, right, punch, punch, ew." It's better than watching Khao Sai Galaxy in SEA Games, I'd say. I'm very impressed. Hahaha. He wouldn't be tired from exercising, must be tired from yelling. Would you like a glass of ginger water to relieve your sore throat?

* Khaosai Galaxy is a Thai former professional boxer who competed between 1980 and 1991
[T/N: He said that because Khaosai Galaxy is not handsome as Phum. 😑]

Let Phum show his power. As for us, let's kill time by gossiping. I was lonely. I had nothing to do. Gossiping about anything is good. Is anyone as surprised as I am that why people like Phum are interested in exercising boxing? I thought that a high-society prince like him would like sports like playing golf, tennis, squash, ice hockey, taekwondo, etc. I couldn't believe that he likes something homegrown, something Thai, but boxing isn't just popular in Thailand, so Thai or not Thai may not be the issue. Phum just likes to use his strength, and boxing suits his needs just right. That's it. Does that make sense? It's my assumption.

After gossiping about Phum in my imagination until I started to get bored, I started looking for another activity to do, which was sitting and texting my friends. Chan set a rubbish BB status*. 'How many times is enough ka? (Read a book) ><' He's getting badass again, my friend. I played with my cell phone for a while and got bored, so I decided to disobey Phum's orders to watch over his things and go out for a walk to cure and relieve my boredom. Since I had the chance to come to a boxing gym for the first time, I'd like to take a walk around and see what they offer here, in case I can use it as an idea for work.

*It's a function of Blackberry
[T/N: Is there anyone don't understand Chan's status? 😅]

But before going, I had to check Phum's belongings, including his phone, wallet, car key, textbook, a calculator or some strange-looking measuring device, a bottle of water mixed with electrolytes, a gym towel, and a box of condoms. Oh wow! He's so thoughtful, carrying it everywhere he goes. I put everything in my own cloth bag and carried them with me. Look like a junk hoarder like aunt Pui said.

"Hey kid, are you new? I've never seen your face before." I was startled when someone called me. I was watching the fight between the big-muscular guy and the dragon-tattooed guy, to see who would take who down. I turned left and right and saw a man who looks strong and tough despite his age. He was holding a bucket of water. His other hand was holding a mop. He must be the janitor here.

"Oh, yes, this is my first time," I replied with a smile. I'm good at making friends.

"Come to learn boxing or come apply for a job."

"Neither. Well, I'm accompanying my friend. My friend invited me to come here." Hey, not a friend. Moreover, he didn't invited, he ordered me to come, so I had to come.

"Why don't you give it a try? Maybe you'll like boxing. Boxing is good. It burns fat well. You don't have to buy a course right now. There's a free trial lesson. If you like it, then apply for a course. It's not expensive."

Wow, you also sell courses. Even a janitor is good at selling them. How excellent is the sales team?

"Haha, thank you, but I probably can't take it. I'm studying hard these days. I don't have free time to exercise."

"All excuses. Twenty-four hours a day but you don't have five minutes or ten minutes of free time to move your arms or legs? No wonder you're so skinny and weak like this."

Oh, Uncle, why do you say this? A feeling of dissatisfaction was about to build up but he then continued.

"You don't have to do boxing here. But do some exercise, you know? People these days eat a lot, sit a lot, and don't move much. You are still very young. But when you get old, disease will take its toll on your body. You have only one body, just take care of it a bit. Do you understand, kid?"

"Ah, thank you."

Welcome to Sports Science 101. I stood there, stunned for a moment, then I regained my composure and smiled dryly as a thank you for the health knowledge that uncle janitor gave unexpectedly.

"Uncle, do you think I have the potential to be a boxer?"

[T/N: From chapter 1, I know you'll be a promising star if you get into professional boxing]

I moved my feet back and forth, jab left and jab right. He looked stunned, probably not expecting me to show him boxer moves. And then he laughed. And the laugh was interrupted the next minute.

"Shorty! What are you doing? Standing there playing Nang talung? Come here."

* Nang talung (หนังตะลุง)  is a traditional style of  shadow puppetry from southern Thailand.

I smiled shyly at uncle when I was summoned by the Devil. I wiped the smile off my face as I turned and walked towards Phum.

"What?" I asked curtly.

Phum leaned against the ropes in the ring, panting heavily as he unwrapped his gloves. Sweat drenched his entire face, flowing down his neck and getting his shirt wet.

"My water."

Huh? Your water? I secretly smiled and thought dirty. Your water is with you. Hehe.

*T/N: Ow Peem, you're the Picasso of perversion!

"You're thinking of something dirty, right? I mean, where's the drinking water?"

Does he know what I'm thinking? Ahhh, he is getting scarier every day. But I think I'm more afraid of myself right now. Just a little more, I was going to see hallucination.

[T/N: 😂😂😂 Finally Phum learns to read Peem's mind when he's daydreaming.]

"Hehe ah," I glanced at him before giving the prince water and water mixed with mineral salts. Experience has taught me not to guess what he's going to do. The best way is to be prepared things for him to choose himself. I handed him a water bottle but he bent down and looked at the thing in my hand as if it's a bomb.

"What else? Here's water."

"Don't you see that I can't drink it myself?"

He extended a hand that still wearing a glove in front of me then sit down. Uh, I just saw that. I raised my head to talk to you until my neck was sore.

"Annoying, open your mouth!"

I commanded. He's like a small child. I opened the cap of the water bottle and put it in his mouth, but Phum backed away and looked at me warily.

"What are you doing?"

"Oh? Help  you drink water. Or you prefer a water tube?"

[T/N: 🤣🤣🤣]

"I want you help unwrap the glove. I'm not going to let you pour water in my mouth."

"Oh, and you didn't tell me."

"I didn't think you would be that stupid."

"You've called me stupid many times. Be careful, I'll poison your water."

I slammed the glove that I just helped him off in frustration. Phum stopped his hand that was lifting water, looked at my face alternating with the water bottle until I had to speak quickly, "You wouldn't be silly to think that I really drugged you."

Oh, Oh, Peeranat got ten points. I was proud and smiled inwardly at being able to get back at Phum a bit. Peeranat is no longer your victim. You bastard.

"What did you talk with uncle Sak?"

Phum asked after drinking water with a cool expression. That is, he probably doesn't realize that the gesture he's doing is cool, but to people looking at him like me, fire is burning in my eyes with jealousy. I really want to be born and look good with every pose like this. But just now what did he ask? Uncle Sak, who is that? Who is uncle Sak?

"Uncle Sak? Who?"

"The person you talked to just now. Uncle Sak is the owner of this place."

"What!!! The gym owner!!"

How stupid you are, Peem! Besides thinking that uncle was a janitor, I also dared to challenge the owner of the boxing camp. I could have been lying in a hospital bed and looking at the ceiling of the emergency room. Phum looked at me confused. He shook his head lazily, lost interest in getting an answer, then got up and went back to practicing.

After nearly two hours, he finally got out of the ring, went to take a shower, and changed clothes. Came out wearing the same t-shirt as before, but in gray, with faded jean shorts, showing off his bright white ankles, He wore slip-on sandals. I don't want to admire him but he looks good in whatever he wears. Oh, how is it possible!

Before leaving, uncle Sak stopped by to talk with Phum and walked him to the car. I was so embarrassed that I almost didn't dare look at his face. But in the end, I apologized to him for acting foolishly, and he also apologized to me for teasing me like that. Even though he looks fierce on the outside with the image of a boxing gym owner, uncle Sak is very nice. He said that I am funny and cute (I wai to thank him until he said that's enough) and also told me that if I was interested in learning boxing, he would be happy to train me himself. Of course, I would not have the opportunity to receive kindness from him for sure. I almost had no time to study now, not mention time to study boxing.

"Khun Phum's friend is funny."

"He's crazy."

Even though I was putting things in the back of the car, I heard you. Fuck you Phum! 🖕

"Khun Phum, how is your father?"

Why do you have to ingratiate yourself with that spoiled child?

"He's fine. Stopped by to see my father sometime. He complained that the new team guards weren't to his liking. Not like uncle Sak."

I open my mouth and imitate Phum's voice. That's good krap. Ok krap. Krapppppppppppppp. ​All a pretense! Such a two-faced cheater!

"Please thank your father. If I have a chance, I will go visit him. Recently, a lot of the kids in my Camp are competing, so I'm busy. Anyway, I'd like to say hello to your father, Khun Phum."

"Alright, then I have to leave."

"Krap, please stop by again when you have free time, Khun Phum."

"Krap! Shorty, hasn't you finish yet? So slow."

"Oh, I'm done. You're in such a hurry. Haha. I'm leaving now. I'm sorry again, uncle." I hurriedly ran to find Phum before he could leave.

"Ah, this kid. It's okay. You can come over in your free time. I'll give you some boxing practice."

"Okay, then I'll be back. Good bye."

Phum and I bid farewell to uncle Sak once more before driving away. Haha, it was my first time coming to a boxing camp. It was so fun. I nearly challenged the owner of the boxing camp. I have led a pretty colorful life.

TBC >>>>>>>>>